This Game is Not Easy

Fang Yi maintained this posture, motionless.

The street lights in front of them also remained bright and were not affected at all.

The cool wind blew past, making Fang Yi shudder.

...sure enough, no effect?

That being said, the blood words only work in that toilet.

And the **** words appeared because of me.

So, who am I... the current dungeon character, why does he possess such power?

Also, what did the foursome kidnap me for?

The questions in my heart are one after another, and the only person who can ask them is the only remaining escaped man.

Turning back and looking into the toilet, Fang Yi was taken aback for a moment.

Because the escaped man had disappeared, leaving only a pool of flesh and blood.

Just like what happened to the main battle man at the time.

Depend on!

This guy... must have said something that contradicts the **** words.

Knowing the rules, Fangyi can see the essence from the phenomenon.

Even if the rules are summed up based on phenomena and the accuracy still needs to be considered, in general, the key has been grasped.

Originally, I thought about leaving the toilet first to ensure my own safety, and then going to the runaway male cliché.

Unexpectedly, this thing died immediately.

Looking around, he searched the wall of the toilet, and soon found the **** words that made the escaped man blow himself up.

"Why do I have to do this, why am I so stupid... I want to go home, I really want to go home, I want to go home immediately, get out of here immediately."

leave now...

This statement is in conflict with 'I'm going to stay where I am'.

If this guy keeps repeating this sentence on his mouth, and thinking of such content in his heart, at the same time, the blood word effect is transferred to him.

These three conditions, brought together, are indeed certain to die.

It is difficult to control what the human brain thinks.

Even for a self-disciplined person like Fang Yi, it's hard to say that he can't make mistakes in this environment, let alone an ordinary NPC.

This kind of thinking will change due to the surrounding environment, the words of others, the psychological state at that time and so on.

This change is difficult to control.

And under the blessing of the words in blood, once there is a contradiction, it will explode and die.

This means that you must empty your mind and keep your mouth shut.

In such an environment, there is a greater probability of surviving.

Standing at the door of the toilet, looking at the four corpses in the toilet.

Fang Yi was hesitant, with a tangled look on his face.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, put the black iron epee into the item space, and rushed in.

Now about the current dungeon world and the information about the current character background, he knows too little.

And these four must know something.

Even if they were already dead, something could definitely be found from the corpse.

This risk must be taken.

And compared to the initial confrontation with the group of four, the situation is now much better and safer.

After flushing into the toilet again, Fang Yi immediately emptied his mind, tried his best to make himself think about nothing, and kept his mouth tightly closed at the same time.

When he was searching the corpse and relics in the toilet, his movements came in a flash.

No matter what I got on the way, I just glanced at it, stuffed it into my pocket, and didn't think about it.

It's like forcibly emptying your mind and putting yourself in a situation where you don't want anything.

Coupled with the fact that he has not spoken, the chance of bleeding words appearing is very low.

After quickly searching for the four people's relics, Fang Yi rushed to the outside of the toilet in a hurry. The last step, even a run-up jump, collapsed.

boom.

With both feet on the ground, Fang Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

Perfect.

Everything was as he thought, the **** words did not appear once.

The tense spirit relaxed, and he looked at the items he had harvested.

There are a lot of things, and most of them are taken at a glance, and there is no distinction at all.

As for now...

Fang Yi put all the things he got on the ground and made a simple classification.

The useless things are thrown back into the toilet, and the useful things are put on the body.

After the things were dealt with, Fang Yi patted the dust and stood up.

In any case, the first difficulty of the copy is over.

The next step is to find other players and kill them.

After confirming the surrounding situation, Fang Yi was about to leave.

But just as he stepped forward, he suddenly stopped.

He frowned, a strange feeling rose in his heart, and his eyes subconsciously turned towards the toilet.

I waited silently for a while, but nothing happened.

Are you delusional...

Seemingly uneasy, Fang Yi raised his right hand high, straightened his five fingers, turned his fist into a palm, and aimed at the open toilet door.

"Door, close!"

The voice fell, and the toilet door did not respond.

call.

Fang Yi breathed a sigh of relief again.

Well, it seems that I really care about it.

Shaking his head slightly, Fang Yi glanced left and right, and quickly left the scene.

The figure gradually drifted away and disappeared into the night.

And the scene, completely returned to calm.

until…

boom!

The toilet door slammed shut suddenly and without warning.

And above the door, two big words in blood gradually appeared~www.wuxiaspot.com~ door, close! "

It's a pity that Fang Yi can't see all this.

…

Pine City, Lingyuan Research Institute, Dean's Office.

boom!

The glass teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

"Say... how many experimental subjects were robbed?"

Suppressing his rage, the voice that almost popped out of his teeth reverberated throughout the dean's room.

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, the Dean's body still couldn't help shaking.

It was the ultimate expression of anger.

In front of the Dean, there stood two men and a woman, all of whom lowered their heads deeply, their bodies trembling slightly, as if they were afraid of the Dean.

"One, in total... A total of ten experimental subjects were taken away by the Xuanmo terrorist organization."

Snapped!

The dean clapped his hand on the table hard, his chest heaving up and down like a furious beast.

"Ten...Ten! Do you know how long it took me to cultivate these experimental subjects? For a lifetime! You actually let my whole life's effort be taken away by a terrorist organization?"

Among the three, a man in a trench coat stepped forward.

"President, there are also spirit callers on the Xuanmo organization. In addition, it has been planned for a long time, and it was a surprise. That's why..."

Snapped!

The man in the trench coat who opened his mouth stopped abruptly.

There was an extra five-finger print on his face, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

After the dean slapped the face, he directly pulled up the man's collar and roared: "I don't need to listen to excuses, do you hear clearly? No need!"

"Yes…"

The windbreaker lowered his head, without any excuse.

The dean's vicious gaze shifted to the man next to the man in the trench coat.

"You were in charge of guarding the experimental body management area at that time?"

The man trembled and said with a cry, "Dean, it's none of my business, it's really none of my business..."