Global Trial

Blindly saving people when one's own strength is not enough is not kindness, but brain damage.

Xia Mingdong would rather be cruel than do stupid things.

Everyone who is not strong enough to break through the level should be mentally prepared for the possibility that they may encounter unexpected events.

In Mu Qiang's world, being weak is indeed a sin, and no adult is obliged to be responsible for another adult's life, no matter what the circumstances are.

Only when you are strong can you truly stand up.

Xia Mingdong looked at it for a while, then withdrew his gaze, and after about a minute, Ning Ge suddenly said, "It's over."

Xia Mingdong opened his eyes, and saw the Lone Ranger practitioner lying softly on the ground without a sound. He seemed to be alive, but he didn't have much breath. The artery was cut open, and blood gushed out, wetting a large area of ​​the ground.

The tester's space box was searched out, and all the props inside were taken away, the man sneered and said, "Idiot, I'll kill you, all your props are mine, so why would you give them away. "

The tester who had been bled out seemed to twitch instinctively twice, and then never moved again.

His blood was completely absorbed by the dry ground. Xia Mingdong saw with his naked eyes that the ground over there seemed to have become soft. The bloodletting experimenter was lying on it, feeling like he was lying on a water bed.

It's just a bed of blood.

A moment later, the murderer kicked away the bloodletting experimenter, and threw an eye down the extraordinarily soft ground. The eye was instantly absorbed by the ground. After about tens of seconds, the owner of the eye turned pale. Suddenly it became very subtle.

Then he directly put the slain tester into his space box without saying anything.

Xia Mingdong watched the whole process and said, "There is news from the ground."

"Yes." Ning Ge nodded, "There are other ways to penetrate."

"Let me think about it..." Xia Mingdong held his head and tried hard to think about what to do. This seemed to be an unsolvable situation, as if he could only sacrifice blood, "Underground, break through here..."

Xia Mingdong closed his eyes and thought about it, but he didn't think of any better way. Everything here is making them kill each other, and the cruel testers have already made preparations and found the weak lamb.

It shouldn't be like this...

The ground, the laws of nature, sunlight, air, water...

They have no food, but have sunlight, air and water.

They have seen sunlight and air, but what about water?

Xia Mingdong said to Ning Ge: "There is white mist around the island, and there is also the top of the head. There is water vapor and a strange smell in it, right?"

Ning Ge nodded and said briefly: "Yes."

Xia Mingdong looked at the white mist thoughtfully, "I think we should still walk into the white mist. We have been deprived of the sun, air, water and food. There should be clues hidden in the remaining sun, air and water. Sunshine , water and air are all related to white mist, I think it’s worth a try.”

Ning Ge was silent for a moment, and said, "Lend me the perfect double."

Without any hesitation, Xia Mingdong handed the perfect double to Ning Ge.

Ning Ge's double turned into a black cat and ran towards the fog not far away.

Xia Mingdong didn't communicate much with other testers, so most people didn't know that there were two jumpers in their team, a cat and a dog. The black cat was actually the incarnation of a tester, and most people thought that the black cat It is also a kind of puppet, sent by the tester to spy on the mist.

Ning Ge closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the existence of the puppet body.

The puppet body ran extremely fast, and instantly entered the mist.

The fog is not the same as the usual fog. It feels very sticky once you enter it, as if it is completely wrapped in something, it is difficult to break free, and it is almost impossible to move an inch.

Ning Ge returned to his original body, took out the standard long sword produced by the points store, and slid the fog, but found that it had no effect.

Ning Ge didn't move anymore, and stood in place to feel the existence in the mist. After a while, he opened his mouth and tried it, and swallowed a little bit of mist into his mouth...

Then a storm-like mist rushed into his mouth crazily, as if he would never be reconciled until he exploded.

The mist wanted to kill him.

Ninge quickly turned into a black cat, trying his best to avoid those storms, but the mist turned into a huge vortex, and he seemed to be in the center of the vortex, unable to escape.

Ning Ge's body instantly spread the Fengshen pterosaur wings, flapped its huge wings, and flew out of the mist.

One second before he was about to fly out of the mist, Ninge suddenly put another gene on himself, trying to use another gene to test the mist.

In a blink of an eye he left the mist when he heard a voice.

The moment he left, he took away all other genes in his body and stayed on the edge of the fog.

Xia Mingdong held Ning Ge's hand tightly, didn't say anything, and didn't want to interfere with Ning Ge's choice.

After a while, Ning Ge's puppet body dissipated directly into the air.

Xia Mingdong breathed a sigh of relief, and let the other testers think that it would be the best if they also failed to try the mist. If they could enter the mist and escape unscathed, they would definitely become the target of public criticism.

But even so, some testers saw that the cat they released could walk into the mist and miraculously come out safely, so they all came over to inquire about the news.

The first ones to come were the two trainees sitting beside them. Those two trainees walked together. Everyone's talent level was the same as Xia Mingdong's, although of course the talent rating was slightly lower.

One of them is called Xi Si, and the other is called Wei Meng, a man and a woman, like a couple.

Sith nodded at them, and asked straight to the point: "Did you find the news in the fog?"

Ning Ge closed his eyes, and instead of Xia Mingdong said coldly: "No."

Sith didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "1000 points, I will buy you a cat."

Xia Mingdong looked at Sith in surprise for a moment, then said directly: "Not for sale."

Sith stared at Ning Ge for a moment, then suddenly asked: "What was taken away was your vision?"

Ning Ge closed his eyes, it was obvious that the problem with the five senses was in the eyes, and he didn't deny it, just nodded and admitted: "Yes."

"I know Rank Three." Sith said directly, "What was taken away from him was also his eyesight."

"Thank you." Ning Ge replied, and then said indifferently: "The fog is very dangerous, don't try to enter it unprepared."

"I know." Sith simply nodded to Xia Mingdong, "One thousand points, you can add more if you think it's necessary, but I want to buy that cat and that item just now."

Xia Mingdong rolled his eyes, and said simply: "I won't sell it, no matter how many points I give, that cat is my priceless treasure."

Sith: "...?"

On the contrary, Wei Meng noticed something, and asked: "That cat...is it yours?"

Xia Mingdong felt that this could not be regarded as being raised by him, after all, he had no face to think that he raised Ning Ge, it was clearly... Ning Ge was more reliable in raising him.

But Ning Ge replied one step ahead of him: "Yes."

Xia Mingdong: "...?"

He raised Ning Ge?

Why doesn't he know?

At best, Ning Ge could be regarded as his... exclusive kitten?

They are clearly feeding each other.

Cough, cough, dirty.

Wei Meng took Sisi to leave, and the other party's words gave Xia Mingdong a little inspiration.

Ning Ge still closed his eyes, felt the surroundings for a while, and suddenly leaned into Xia Mingdong's ear and said, "The light comes from the mist."

Xia Mingdong: "What do you mean, the mist itself is a luminous body?"

"As you said just now, light, air, water... are all in the mist."

Xia Mingdong instantly understood what Ning Ge meant, that is, there were all three of these things in the mist.

The mist...or should be said to be the supply of their level, it actually exists like this.

"Those strange smells in the mist?"

Ning Ge shook his head: "Not sure, but there will be air in the mist, and there will be vortices."

Xia Mingdong thought for a while, stared at Ning Ge for a while, and asked, "Honey, do you have any other clues?"

"No."

Xia Mingdong categorically denied Ning Ge's answer, "If there were no other clues, you wouldn't have that expression just now, and you wouldn't make your puppet body disappear in an instant. Tell me, what clues are you hiding?"

Ning Ge pursed his lips and didn't say anything at first.

Xia Mingdong continued to persuade: "My dear, do you think you can keep any news from me? Or do you think I'm not smart enough?"

Ninge was silent for a while, and then whispered: "When I left the fog, a voice came from inside the fog, telling me that as the first trialer to leave the fog, he can tell me a message."

"what?"

"Trialists who have all five senses can hope to leave this level."

"But this trial level has deprived us of our five senses..." Xia Mingdong was thoughtful, "Is this allowing us to regain our five senses?"

"maybe."

"But there may be another way..." Xia Mingdong smiled wryly, "Take other people's five senses, for example, if we lack the sense of taste, then we can find someone who has the sense of taste and deprive the other person's sense of taste. I feel like this is more of a fucking thing that this level can do."

Ning Ge listened quietly, neither asked nor said anything.

"What danger did you encounter when you left?" Xia Mingdong saw that the hair on the black cat's body was completely messed up the moment it first appeared on land, "What's the matter?"

"There is a vortex in the mist, once the mist intake reaches a certain level, it will automatically attack."

"To put it simply, the fog doesn't allow people to stay for a long time, or is there any detection method?" Xia Mingdong deduced, "But in fact, there is no huge bloody danger in the fog itself, and there are no exiles lurking?"

Ning Ge nodded: "No."

"Then I probably understand." Xia Mingdong stared at the mist not far away and said, "The mist should only be allowed to enter by the practitioner himself, and no other props are allowed. The practitioner can only try the method by himself and experience it in person. Danger……"

"Of course, this also means that there are clues in the mist. If the mist only detects the amount of inhalation, then there may be other solutions."

"What?" Cen Heng leaned over and asked, "I heard there is a clue?"