Rules-based ghost talk game

Chen Jing stood quietly in front of the door. Brother Scar's voice sounded clearly through the door at the right time.

It's very quiet here, which makes Brother Scar's voice particularly clear.

"Zi Yan, remember everything I told you today. You have to act outside."

Inside the door, Brother Scar's voice was low, with an irresistible seriousness.

"Zi Yan understands, but, Brother Scar, why do we do this?"

Wang Ziyan's voice was still very clear, not too charming. Chen An speculated that it was probably the early days of his arrival in the soft capital, when Wang Ziyan had not yet become a lost lamb.

At that time, what could Brother Scar and Wang Ziyan discuss?

"Ah."

Brother Scar's sneer came from the room, and Chen An heard the sound of Huo Zhezi again. It must have been Brother Scar who lit a cigarette.

"You are my woman, and I, Brother Scar, will not treat you badly, but what does other people have to do with me? What I want to protect is the night, not those lunatics."

Chen An had never felt that Brother Scar's voice was as cold as it is now.

"But you and Chen An are not..."

"It's just a joke. After a few months, my term of office will be up. This has nothing to do with me. No disrespect to my duties. After I retire safely, I will take you back to Wenwan and you can live a leisurely life. .”

"Wenwan, that's the country you mentioned from the previous era, I've always longed for it."

"Hahaha, I will take you to enjoy it when the time comes. Now, just accompany me to perform this scene well."

"But Zi Yan still doesn't know why you told those players that the Dark World only has a history of three hundred years."

Hearing this, Chen An's face turned gloomy.

Brother Scar initially told himself that the dark world was composed of the dark side of the real world, but this was obviously different from what Liu Neng said and what he actually understood about history now.

This matter has always been my biggest doubt and trouble.

"Wang Ziyan, you are a smart woman."

Brother Scar's voice was cold again.

"Zi Yan knows she was wrong."

Chen An heard the sound of kneeling.

Immediately afterwards, there was silence for more than ten seconds inside the door.

Half a minute later, the voice sounded again.

It's Brother Scar's sigh.

"This matter involves the divine sect's attitude towards Cidu. I can tell you now. It's up to you whether you want to listen or not."

"Zi Yan is willing to swear on her life to keep the secret."

"Okay." Brother Scar paused for a moment and said solemnly: "Zi Yan, do you know why I have been unwilling to let you become a mutant? It is not that I have strange source materials and media that have no other paths in my hands, but I am still waiting. The Cult mailed the path of the Eye of Distortion."

"Zi Yan doesn't know."

"Because, most of today's weird paths are polluted.

It also means that to become a mutant, you have to face distortion and madness.

This stems from what I told you about the events at the end of the last era.

You also know that the predecessor of today's weird path was the extraordinary path.

Among the twenty-two paths, there are very few paths, among which extraordinary factors occupy more parts. They may not be as powerful as other paths, but they are more stable."

Chen Jing listened quietly, these were secrets that he didn't know.

But thinking of this, Chen An couldn't help but frown.

This... is so real.

These secrets that I don't know are reasonably related... So are these memories, these so-called illusions, the reality of the past?

Chen An pursed his lips. His lips were a little sore. This was because his teeth were biting too hard and there were blood marks.

"This is a cold and heartless world dominated by madness and madness."

Brother Scar said coldly: "Survival of the fittest, whether it is in the forest in ancient times or in the dark world today, has always been the law of the jungle. In the so-called reality where you still have memories, the privileges of the superior are also

You can't imagine that ordinary people work hard all their lives, buy cars and houses, and they are just slaves of the superiors, retaining a so-called trace of dignity despite being squeezed.

But in reality, what is the difference between living like that and the current players fighting for their lives in pollution sources?

It's just such a blessing, with an extra layer of fig leaf.

In the dark world, this layer of fig leaf has been torn off, or put on another layer of sexy pajamas.

You can only look at the so-called dedication from a distance, but if you look closely, you will find that under the pink lace pajamas, the devastated, rotten and smelly body is already covered with corpse maggots.

"Brother Scar, what do you mean..."

Wang Ziyan's voice was trembling.

Chen An closed his eyes. He was certainly not stupid. When Brother Scar said this, Wang Ziyan could guess it. How could she not think of that possibility?

What's more, the Ruandu incident is the most naked and living example!

"ceremony."

ceremony.

Brother Scar's voice and Chen An's inner voice emerged at the same time.

Chen An pursed his lips and clenched his fists. He stared at the toes of his shoes and took deep breaths.

In fact, this speculation has always existed.

The promotion ceremony of a bishop is to "sacrifice" the entire sub-capital level.

So, what about above the bishop?

Chen An's eyes seemed to be recalled to the sky of the dark world. Standing at that extremely high position and looking down, seventy-two seats surrounded the three major capitals, forming an not-so-round circle.

And above the three major divine religions in the main capital, there seemed to be terrifying shadows rising from the ground, greedily and indifferently reaching out their hands, and wantonly picking the fruits of the seventy-two times.

"Those ordinary players are like livestock in the eyes of the higher-ups." Brother Scar's voice came up again, and his voice was calm without any fluctuation.

"What about Chen An and the others?" Wang Ziyan suddenly asked.

"They? Hehe, they are just not mature pigs. When they go further and become mature enough, that is,

It’s time to be put on the table.”

...

The picture was fragmented again. Everything was like a broken mirror, which collapsed in an instant and formed a new scenery in the next instant.

Chen An's eyes were downcast, and he looked to his side. This was a hotel, the one he stayed in just after solving the Luma Village incident.

It was also the night I just saved Yin Qiaoxian.

He saw "himself", who was lying on the bed sleeping, soundly asleep.

He lowered his head again and found that his body was translucent, as if he had become a ghost in an illusion.

His eyes moved, Yin Qiaoxian was not on the bed.

Chen An floated downstairs.

Downstairs, on the steps, Tang Guozhong was sitting on the steps very inconspicuously, holding a bottle of wheat juice in his hand and drinking it in large gulps. Next to him were empty bottles.

Yin Qiaoxian, sitting next to Tang Guozhong.

"Are you awake?" Tang Guozhong glanced at Yin Qiaoxian.

Yin Qiaoxian's eyes were a little confused, but the next moment, they became much clearer. She stroked the messy hair at the ends and looked at the moonlight.

"Chen An saved me?"

"Yes, he ignored his own safety for you."

"He doesn't owe me anything."

"Maybe he thinks you are his friend."

"friend?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Yin Qiaoxian's mouth.

"In the dark world, there are no friends. They are just using each other. Do you think I will still trust others after going through something like this?"

"Hey, did Chen An save a white-eyed wolf?"

Tang Guozhong suddenly laughed out loud, and then looked at Yin Qiaoxian seriously.

"However, I didn't realize that you are a smart person."

Yin Qiaoxian did not look at Tang Guozhong, but said coldly: "I didn't ask him to save me, he saved me."

, it’s his business and has nothing to do with me. On the contrary, this kind-hearted idiot will save me today and luckily survive, but tomorrow he will get himself into trouble for other stupid reasons. By then, he may even implicate me.

"

Tang Guozhong nodded unequivocally.

"Who are you?" Yin Qiaoxian asked.

"His father is very powerful and threatened me to take care of him. I had no choice but to comply."

"Oh, I thought you were his friend."

"Hey, it's like you said, how can you have friends in the dark world?"

Tang Guozhong took another sip of wheat juice and sneered: "Emotions are the most useless thing in this world."

The corners of Yin Qiaoxian's mouth suddenly rose slightly, in a very light way.

"But there are always fools and idiots in the world who are willing to believe this. Don't worry, I won't be exposed. I will play a good show with him and play house together. After all, I have nowhere to go now. Wait

Find an opportunity to leave again, the relationship cannot be broken, it will be useful in the future."

"Your mental age is much older than your actual age." Tang Guozhong glanced at Yin Qiaoxian in surprise.

Yin Qiaoxian smiled again: "Whoever has experienced so much will be like this if he is not dead. Besides, who wouldn't want to lie to such a fool more? Just care about him, and he will fight for me in the future.

.”

Chen An on the side listened and watched all this.

His eyes became lower and lower, as if he was in a mood.

He told himself again and again that these were fake, did not exist, and were false created by illusions.

But, he couldn't help but think,

So, what is reality?

This illusion is not at all what makes Chen An crazy or sinking. It is no longer the mind tampering of Jingshan Hospital, or the memory forgery of the happy town.

But it really makes everything so...reasonable.

Chen An looked at the moonlight and the night sky.

Truth and falsehood...

He found,

I really can't tell the difference.

real,

Can't tell the difference.