God does not love the world [unlimited]

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[Why did you go back to the stairs at this time? 】

[May I ask who was that person just now? Do you know him? ? 】

【Shrine administrator Shuying, you are welcome】

[The God in charge is ranked second in Luohuai God, in charge of all corners of the world, you are welcome]

[I finally waited until this happy scene, why did it stop like this?for?Varied?what? ! 】

The dice floated over the fourth time faster than the previous three times.

It can be seen that in this game, not every player has a dice to throw separately, and they are sent to the virgin forest uniformly after all throws, but there is a sequence, and the players in front must wait for the players in front to finish throwing. to myself.

But now the waiting time after entering is getting shorter and shorter. It is not so much that the player is gradually figuring out the rules of the stairs, so there is no need to hesitate to throw the dice, but it is because more and more players died, and the number of people in front of him Also less and less.

Shi Yu was not in a hurry to throw it, and first untied the silk thread wrapped around her finger.

The waiting time just now was spent fiddling with the puppet silk, and the result of the hard work was to weave a golden net bag several times larger than the area of ​​the steps.

Holding the dice in his left hand, he tossed it lightly.

The dice gurgled.

Four o'clock.

He walked up four squares, and the moment he stood still, there was a buzzing sound in the air.

It was exactly the same sound he had heard before the first roll of the dice.

Swarms of wasps buzzed out of the darkness, bursting with poisonous stingers from their tails.

Shi Yu's fingertips hooked up one end of the silk thread, and the golden color in his hand suddenly spread out.

Hundreds of silk threads are intertwined and stacked to form dense and narrow holes, like a sky net flying to stop the bee swarms that are flying from the air.The vibrating wings of the creature were entangled in the silk thread, and the poisonous needle that was proud of it became a deadly hind leg at this moment, wrapped in the gap of the sky net and unable to break free.

The humming sound stopped for a moment, he raised his hand slightly, and the golden net began to close, the edges were concentrated to one point, and then quickly closed.

The insects were squeezed into a ball, and their shrill chirps made the air rippling.

Shi Yu tore off the last silk thread on his finger, and threw the wasp net directly into the abyss outside the steps.

After taking the remaining silk thread back into the bracelet, he discovered that a wasp had fallen from the corner of the steps. The poisonous needle at the tail was probably taken away by the silk thread net, lying motionless on the ground.

Shi Yu grabbed the wasp's wing with his left hand, picked up the insect's corpse, looked down at the other's tail-less body, a little dazed.

But at this moment, a person suddenly appeared from the darkness behind.

Ji Congyang didn't expect that he walked the stairs well, but he could meet his idol on the last square.

The steps were too small, and he was too surprised when he saw the other party. He almost stopped in his footsteps. At least he didn't even take the other party's bags and rushed outside the steps. As soon as he stood firmly, he heard the buzzing sound in the air again.

The densely packed hornets seemed to be refreshing and restarting, and they flew towards this step again!

The poisonous needle exploded, and the pitch-black luster reflected the human eye.

Ji Congyang could almost feel the tingling of sharp piercing into the skin.

A golden light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes.

Silk threads one after another are intertwined into a net before the eyes, imprisoning the bee colony in a fierce and unstoppable posture.

Then tie tightly.

Ji Congyang was stunned, until the second time when the bee swarm was thrown down in a ball, and the people around him were shaking their hands to gather up the silk thread, he was hooked back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

He was startled, and stared at the other party nervously: "Did you get stung just now?"

Shi Yu's face was even paler than usual: "No."

Ji Congyang poked the back of his hand, then poked his arm, and felt that the place he touched was trembling slightly, so he quickly retracted his hand: "Shoulder?"

He looked closer, his eyes widened suddenly: "It's all bleeding!"

Shi Yu's right shoulder blade was slapped when the lion pounced on him after the third round of dice throwing. Not many places to hide.

The injury was in a place that he couldn't see, so he didn't check it. He had prepared for the situation he was about to encounter in advance, and only used one hand throughout the whole process, but he was caught off guard by such an unexpected incident.

Ji Congyang subconsciously tried to pull the other party's clothes, but was blocked by the other party's raised hand: "It's okay."

"How can this be all right!" Ji Congyang was furious, "Let me see!"

Shi Yu pressed his shoulders and was about to back away, but the back of his hand suddenly felt hot. He froze for a moment, raised his head, and finally let go of his hand.

Ji Congyang opened his collar.

The dark gown the other party was wearing was not very obvious after the blood soaked the clothes. Logically speaking, it should not be too serious, but when he pulled him away, he realized that his thinking was too simple.

Ji Congyang didn't dare to look carefully, his eyes turned red, he lowered his head and tore off the tissue bag: "It would be great if I found out earlier."

Shi Yu: "This has nothing to do with you."

Ji Congyang's voice was very low: "Old Joe, he found out."

Not long ago, Qiao Yan said the phrase "be considerate of the wounded" at the gate of the castle. At that time, he didn't understand what it meant, but now he does.

Qiao Yan took him alone at that time, obviously knowing that the other person's injuries were not suitable for being dragged and run.

Shi Yu asked him aloud: "The points you want to leave this time just come to me?"

Ji Congyang was bored for two seconds, then bowed his head and responded, "I threw six o'clock."

He crumpled up a paper towel soaked in hydrogen peroxide, and carefully wiped his blood: "How did you hurt?"

"I met a lion last round."

Ji Congyang shook his hand and almost poured the whole bottle of disinfectant on it.Alcohol was too irritating to the wound, so he lowered his head and blew on it for a long time: "Does it still hurt?"

Shi Yu shook her head.

But Ji Congyang didn't dare to half-heartedly, wiped off the blood, and tore off a roll of gauze considering the other party's intolerance to the medicine and still didn't apply the medicine.

Shi Yu asked, "Why alcohol?"

Ji Congyang reacted for a moment, feeling a little guilty: "Because Old Qiao told me that rubbing alcohol on the wound is more painful, so it is convenient for long-term memory."

"..."

Ji Congyang didn't think it was enough to cover up the bleeding place, so he took the gauze and pasted it four or five layers in a row. Finally, the person concerned couldn't stand it anymore and stopped him loudly, and then told him to stop.

He carefully turned up the opponent's collar, paying attention not to touch the opponent the whole time.

As soon as it was dealt with here, the scene changed in the next second.

There was still a tall castle in front of him, and the water curtain that blasted away the bullets had collapsed, but the person who suddenly appeared in front of him was still there.

The other party was dressed in black overalls, dressed like a secret agent, one round of dice throwing was enough time to adjust his emotions, the conflicting eyes of the other party were gone, and even his body language, including his body language, showed a sense of inferiority.

Shi Yu looked at each other.

The other party also looked at him.

Ji Congyang, who came back from the side, looked at the two blankly, always feeling that the atmosphere between them was a bit strange, and was grabbed by his companion just as he was about to step forward.

Qiao Yan pulled him back, but stared at the two over there.

A second or two later, it was the other party who couldn't bear to look at each other first, the corners of his eyes were red, but his voice was hoarse: "Lord Lord God."

Qiao Yan turned his gaze away, raised his hand expressionlessly, and directly covered back the Chinese essence that Ji Congyang was about to blurt out when he opened his mouth.

Shi Yu looked at him for a long time, and finally asked, "Luo Huai?"

"Yes." Shuying knelt down, but her words were clear, "Luohuai God Shuying, I have met Lord God."

Shi Yu just shook his head: "I'm not the main god now, so don't call me that."

The opponent's body seemed to tremble, and his back bent into the ground.

Shi Yu asked, "When did you start following?"

The other party was quiet for a moment before replying, "After you left that mountain spring."

"Go up that staircase?"

"Yes, the dice have been thrown four times."

"Meet an animal?"

"In the second round and the fourth round, we have encountered each other."

"What kind are they?"

"Cows and goshawks."

"How far is it between?"

The other party answered every question: "Six steps, three and four rounds threw a four and a three respectively, and the first two rounds were three and two."

Qiao Yan came over at some point: "How many animals do you think the dangerous steps can summon?"

"Six."

"why?"

"The dice has six sides." Shi Yu said, "And the five players rolled the dice a total of seventeen times, eight of which encountered animals, but there were only five types, and at most there was only one that had not yet appeared."

Qiao Yan: "Where are the five players?"

"Plus the one who died on the stairs and dropped a bee next to the body."

"Then there should be six people?"

"Ji Congyang and I met the same deceased."

The amount of information revealed in this sentence is really too much, let alone Qiao Yan reacted for a long time, even Ji Congyang was stunned for a while: "Because we met on the stairs?"

Qiao Yan suddenly turned around: "You two met on the stairs?"

The ground was washed muddy by the water curtain, soft and sticky.

Shi Yu picked up a wooden stick at random, and squatted down to draw a grid: "Do you still remember how much you threw in the four dice rolls?"

Ji Congyang thought for a while: "Six, six, five, six?"

"What's the result after walking?"

"Safe, safe, cow, hornet."

Shi Yu wrote down the results of the other party's dice throws: "I was wondering whether the animals summoned by the steps were random or according to the law, but now I can be sure that there is a law, because he met me on the step before and after. Both times it was the hornets."

"But this can only mean that the animal corresponding to each step remains the same." Qiao Yan was the first to pick up his words.

"Stairs are dreams, and the system is used as a game scene provided to players. To some extent, it cannot be irregular, because even human dreams in reality can reflect human psychology to some extent. This can also be confirmed by the fact that the animals corresponding to each step of the stairs remain unchanged. Otherwise, this kind of animal will appear when the first player reaches this floor, and the second kind will appear when the second player reaches this floor. It is not irregular .”

Shi Yu didn't have a blank line, and listed the second group immediately after Ji Congyang's four-round results: "You said before that the points you threw in the first three rounds were four, six, and three, and the three results were safe. Be safe, Goshawk."

Start another line and list the third group: "The last is Luohuai, the points are three, two, four, three, safe, bull, safe, goshawk."

The results of the three people's eleven-legged throws were arranged neatly on the ground, like armies facing each other on both sides of the Chu River and the Han Dynasty, with the points on top and the animals on the bottom.

Six, safe; six, safe; five, bison; six, hornets.

Four, safety; six, safety; three, goshawk.

Three, safety; two, bison; four, safety; three, goshawk.

Shi Yu circled all the words safe: "Except for the starting point, the distance between the safety layer and the safety layer is a multiple of six."