Global Trial

Xia Mingdong suddenly had a hypocritical feeling that the injury is on your body and the pain is on my heart.

Ning Ge's black clothes were cut several times, exposing the cold white skin under the clothes.

The skin trauma has been healed by primary healing tools, no scars can be seen, only the torn clothes show Ning Ge's previous injuries.

However, under his gaze, the scratch marks on Ning Ge's clothes also slowly disappeared.

Ning Ge seemed to sense Xia Mingdong's gaze, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Xia Mingdong had a weird expression on his face, and he said slowly, "I think, I know what's wrong with your clothes, why you can change clothes, and why are they different from ours."

Xia Mingdong is still wearing the standard clothes produced by the trial system now. Although the appearance is better than normal, the color is no longer black but gray, but the patterns are not as many as Ning Ge's.

Ning Ge: "...what?"

Xia Mingdong: "Honestly speaking, did your clothes change from your fur?"

Ning Ge: "..."

He pursed his lips, choosing not to answer the question.

Xia Mingdong took a closer look, and Ning Ge stopped talking, refusing to satisfy his curiosity.

"Okay." Xia Mingdong stopped asking, "Let's go, let's deal with the dungeon first."

Xia Mingdong didn't say whether he had any other thoughts about the dungeon, but just dragged Ning Ge to the place where the six tool men were.

The six tool men still stood there motionless, without any reaction, and the puppets did not leave any traces on the tool men just now.

Xia Mingdong put the detection instrument on the ground and looked down at the instrument.

The instrument is boxy, with a smooth silver-white metal scale on the top, but there are only scales on it without numbers and units, and I don't know what it is for.

Xia Mingdong tried to reach out to touch the scale, but Ninge held him back and reached out to touch it first.

When Ning Ge's finger touched the scale, the instrument did not respond.

Xia Mingdong simply picked up the instrument, looked around, and finally saw a line of words at the bottom of the instrument——

The lives of your companions will give you clues

Xia Mingdong glanced at the text, and then showed the line to Ning Ge.

He seemed to be extremely relieved of Ning Ge, and he was not at all wary.

Ning Ge glanced, and asked lightly: "What do you think?"

"It must be fake." Xia Mingdong shrugged, and said without hesitation: "Whether it is a trial level or a dungeon, there has never been a single clue that required the life of the tester to obtain it. This clue is sowing discord."

Ning Ge listened quietly.

"But this also explains why the people we see are all in pairs." Xia Mingdong thought thoughtfully, "I don't think Bai Kun is the kind of character who is willing to play dungeons with other people. He is very withdrawn. When we met him last time, he personally killed the person who downloaded the dungeon with him. His name will appear with others, and the only explanation is that this dungeon can only be entered by two people at the same time."

Xia Mingdong looked at the testers lying on the ground again, there were exactly ten people, an even number, they should enter in twos together.

The Maoqiong and Dawei they met before also proved this point. The two were familiar companions and obviously entered at the same time.

On the virtual earth, there may be testers who are more powerful than them, but those testers may not be willing to team up with others, or may not have teammates they can trust, so they did not come. There are not many people here. People all fell down.

If the dungeon requires two people to enter together, it will limit many trialists.

If they enter together, the strength of the two testers cannot be exactly the same, and there must be a gap. The dungeon may use this method to screen, tell them who is stronger and who is weaker, and give them clues and hints.

From the time it took to get out of the fog, it can be seen that the trial system clearly believes that Ning Ge is stronger, and Xia Mingdong is not as good as Ning Ge.

Based on the judgment given by the trial system, they can look for the different characteristics they represent on the instrument, find out the rules of the instrument, and use this instrument to test who is strong and who is weak among the six people inside.

But it is definitely not to kill a tester, what they have to do is to compare, if one is missing, there will be no reference, and it is impossible to compare.

Killing people will only make the original clue disappear.

Killing is the most stupid thing to do.

He believed that after killing the tester, he could indeed get clues, but he would only get dispensable clues, not key clues.

Word games are an old trick of the trial system. The precise description is - the life of your companion will let you get "clues"

It's the clue, not the key clue, and that clue won't necessarily allow them to solve the puzzle.

But it can be seen from the only line on the instrument that the copy is to make them conflict.

Xia Mingdong explained his thoughts to Ning Ge, "Well, why don't we have a competition?"

"How?" Ning Ge asked lightly, "Compared to what?"

……good question

"Well, the value of the martial arts?" Xia Mingdong bit the bullet and asked, "There must be a winner, otherwise it will not meet the requirements of the dungeon."

Ning Ge pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and said directly: "No need to compare, I admit defeat."

Xia Mingdong: "...?"

In the judgment of the trial system, you are better than me.

Ning Ge looked in another direction, and said calmly, "I won't do anything to you."

"No." Xia Mingdong suddenly felt a little headache at Ning Ge's lack of cooperation, "Our purpose is not to fight for real, but to meet the conditions of the dungeon and obtain clues."

Ning Ge looked at the instruments on the ground silently for a moment, then suddenly took out the space sword and slashed hard on his arm.

Blood gushed out of his arm in an instant, almost flowing to the ground in streams.

Xia Mingdong gasped, and immediately ran over to snatch the sword from Ning Ge's hand, and asked angrily, "Are you crazy? Why did you scratch yourself?!"

Ning Ge let Xia Mingdong take the sword away, his eyes swept over his wound indifferently, as if the injury was not worth mentioning, his voice was still stable, there was no difference from before, "do an experiment."

Xia Mingdong: "What experiment?"

"It doesn't have to be a fight." Ning Ge pointed to the blood on the ground and said, "Maybe there are other ways."

"Then hurry up and treat the wound." Xia Mingdong said anxiously: "The healing tool is on you, why not use it?"

Ning Ge: "Not yet."

Xia Mingdong was not stupid, he endured his anxiety and looked at Ning Ge thoughtfully for a few seconds, as if he understood what the other party was thinking.

He took a few steps back with the space sword, swung the sword directly, and cut his wrist with the space sword.

His blood also flowed from the wound and fell to the ground, as if attracted, it flowed towards the instrument.

Looking at the injury on his wrist, Xia Mingdong not only didn't want to treat it, but even took out a bottle of water and poured it up to slow down the healing of the wound.

Ning Ge's expression changed suddenly, he walked over in a few strides, grabbed Xia Mingdong's bleeding wrist, and asked sharply, "What are you doing?"

Xia Mingdong smiled, his face was pale due to blood loss, but his smile was still nonchalant, "It's as you think, isn't it? It doesn't have to be life, it's okay to pay a sufficient price. There will be no certain death in levels and dungeons." The clues that can only be obtained, as long as the price is enough, everything will do. You see, my blood is also flowing towards the instrument."

Ning Ge frowned tightly, with an ugly expression, grabbed Xia Mingdong's injured wrist, and took out a healing tool to press on the wound.

Xia Mingdong held Ning Ge's hand with his uninjured other hand.

Ning Ge moved a little, trying to break free but didn't use any force, as if he was afraid of hurting Xia Mingdong.

Ning Ge's voice was very cold, even more chilling than the cold wind in the icy world, "Treatment."

Xia Mingdong shook his head, not only was not afraid, but also said with a smile: "I don't, you treat it first, if you don't cure it, I won't treat it."

Ning Ge narrowed his eyes and asked slowly: "Should I force you, or do you agree?"

Facing Ninge's face that seemed to be scratched by a tenth-level ice and snow storm, Xia Mingdong was not afraid at all, and even said with reason: "Oh, why do you say you are so stubborn? With your ability to argue, you can take the lead Heal yourself, and heal me later, won't you?"

As if that wasn't enough, he pointed to the instrument on the ground, "Look, the instrument has responded, I guess there is no need to continue to pay the price, why don't you heal yourself first, don't be like a villain who died of talking too much , can only talk about it."

Ninge closed his eyes, his chest heaved violently for a moment, as if he was holding back his anger.

Afterwards, he quickly took out the healing props, healed himself first, then grabbed Xia Mingdong's injured wrist, and pressed the props up, his movements were very rough, not gentle at all.

Xia Mingdong was still smiling, as if he couldn't feel Ning Ge's strength.

After a while, Xia Mingdong's injury healed, and Ning Ge's injury had long been invisible, but because Xia Mingdong was wearing gray clothes with some blood on them.

Ning Ge pursed his lips tightly, and returned the healing tools to Xia Mingdong.

Xia Mingdong put it away, approached Ning Ge's face and asked, "Are you angry?"

He blinked while asking, as if he thought Ning Ge's anger was not strong enough, and added: "It's okay, I know you are angry with yourself, you didn't think of this earlier, treat yourself first and then treat me, It's faster than arguing with me."

Ning Ge turned his face away, his expression was cold, and his whole body revealed an unattainable indifference.

Xia Mingdong shrugged and smiled, and began to study the instrument with his head down.

Cats can be quite violent sometimes.

The instrument sucked both his and Ning Ge's blood, and two different colored blood beads appeared on the scale.

One blood bead is lighter in color, and the other is darker in color.

Xia Mingdong looked back at the places where they cut themselves, and found that the blood he bleed on the ground was lighter than that of Ning Ge.

The light blood is his, the dark blood is Ningo's.

Xia Mingdong looked at the blood on the scale for a moment, "If I'm not mistaken, the blood beads formed by the blood of the two of us are the reference for the scale on the strength testing instrument, which is equivalent to a judgment standard."

Ning Ge's eyes swept over Xia Mingdong's injured area, but he didn't speak.

Xia Mingdong tilted his head and looked at Ning Ge, "Still angry?"

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Ning Ge: Getting angry

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Well, I have a showdown, this dungeon is to show affection, what kind of strong dungeon, the love dungeon is almost the same

Only you two Xiu'er can make the dungeon of sowing dissension as good as Xiu En'ai

I still lose my temper, I am not happy when you are hurt, you are not happy when I am hurt