Forces of Temptation

Chapter 74: Full Moon Fear (8)

The mouth closed for a moment.

Half of the head dangling from his trousers, swaying with the snow and wind, like a broken lantern that will go out.

When it spoke again, it was a slightly sharp female voice: "I accidentally lost my eye."

The head was silent for a while: "…Where did it go?"

Female: "I know."

Head: "Eyes are important."

Female voice: "Give me an eye and I can look for it again."

The same mouth, strangely different voices, but the same numbness and coldness.

The human head rolled down from the belt of the legs, and the half-faced man standing beside him raised his stiff blue arm and digged into the eye socket without hesitation.

Grumble.

A water-deficient eyeball squeezed out of the socket and landed on the palm of his hand.

He raised his hand and tore it again, a piece of crescent-like ear, like plasticine, detached from the side of his face.

In the end, the legs lead to an ear, an arm, and an eye.

The multifunctional belt came in handy and was full of hangings.

One ear and one pair of eyes are missing, and one face of the man appears bald.

He said blankly, "Get it back."

After giving the order, the man's torso collapsed all the way from the middle.

In an instant, a mutilated human body has become an organ full of ants.

Heart got into the tent.

Purple intestines like snakes got into the snow.

The head rolled onto a rock and disappeared.

Five fingers on the ground with one hand, walking upside down with fingertips, patrolling back and forth in the wind and snow.

The ear was hung on the tent zipper by hand, swaying with the wind, from a distance it looked like an insignificant tent.

And those legs, wearing a waistband, disappeared into the snow.

This visual impact was too much to eat, even Jiang Fang couldn't help turning around, lying on the snow, grabbed a handful of snow and put it in his mouth, and vomited by the pressure of the melted cold snow water. desire.

Nan Zhou, who was lying on top of him, said nothing.

While staring at the direction of the camp, he freed up a hand and slowly rubbed his chest.

After calming down the nausea that was tumbling in her heart, Jiang Fang maintained a folded posture, and gently wrote on Nan Zhou's waist: "What should I do?"

Obviously I have found the place I am looking for, and obviously there is only one opponent as a whole, but it has formed a strange two-to-many situation.

Indestructible, dismantling, and every piece of organ has such cockroach characteristics.

Each organ, scattered, can kill.

Nan Zhou did not respond to him.

Jiang Fang asked him again with his fingertips: "What are you thinking about?"

Nan Zhou shifted his waist, and wrote concisely on his chest: "The way."

Jiang Fang smiled and touched his hair, thinking of a solution just like him.

Even if the system does not fix the bug that you can use the storage slot to store dungeon creatures, it is difficult to put these pieces in one by one.

It takes space and is not realistic.

These living creatures are different from those in the door that do not move, abide by the rules, and do not kill those who are not their turn to kill.

They each have their own consciousness and intelligence.

They are dead, so they are painless and difficult to overcome.

The monsters in conventional cognition have a core area that can be killed with one hit, but they don't seem to have it.

Jiang Fang used the ice **** nail to pass through the back of the half-length girl.

He Yinchuan smashed the head of the half-length woman with a stone.

It turns out to have no effect on it.

When a normal person encounters such an incomprehensible copy, I'm afraid they would have given up long ago.

If you can't be provoked, you can always hide.

But at this moment, what Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang thought at the same time were:

If there is no solution, it will be simple.

So far, the two dungeons they have played have a way of survival that they can successfully pass the level as long as they find an idea.

The second dungeon, by entering the classroom and changing the order of hearing the rustling sound, was first thought of by Qi Tianyun, a dog-headed military strategist who was not particularly outstanding in the three groups of barbecue stalls.

The current dungeon, although there is a high-intensity test of physical fitness, but in this seemingly incomprehensible and difficult to break through camp, Nan Zhou thinks, maybe they can use their brains.

Nanzhou poked his head out of the bushes silently.

The campground is still a **** scene of walking around on all fours and launching a party.

Nanzhou turned a blind eye to this.

He noticed that although the clothes covering the stump were tattered, it could be seen that it was the same style as the mountaineering team down the mountain.

This is a little different from the people below.

His limbs were disintegrated very thoroughly.

Why?

Is it more convenient to guard against foreign enemies just for the purpose of dispersing operations like this?

Then, except for the bear man who looks slightly disabled, why is the gecko man and the hammer man complete?

Yes, and the half-length woman.

She was only separated from the upper and lower body, compared to the person who was almost torn apart, she was like Venus.

Why is this person different?

Nan Zhou lay down and returned to the original place, quietly thinking about the face that was full of cracks when it was put together.

The face was blown red to black by the cold wind, it looked a little vicissitudes of life, and the face was full of cracks, like a pine egg.

But his age is obviously different from the other three and a half climbers who have also suffered from the mountain wind for an unknown number of years.

He is young, like a college student in his early twenties.

This is not in line with Nanzhou's previous vision.

Before, he thought that the mountain and the mountainside were the same team.

One guards the places they value, and another group keeps other climbers from coming up and discovering some kind of secret about the moon god.

The division of labor is clear and reasonable.

But now it seems that this ice crushed ice is quite different from other NPCs.

He was too chopped.

And don't look the same age as other climbers.

Do NPCs also engage in internal exclusion?

…no, this is not right.

The lower body of the half-length woman was mixed with crushed ice.

They are still like the same team.

Nan Zhou pondered for a while, and felt that the idea was a little unreasonable, so he turned to look at Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang was looking at him with a smile.

Nan Zhou wrote in his palm: "Are you thinking?"

Jiang Fang wrote back: "Where did you think of it?"

Nan Zhou briefly summed up his thoughts: "There are two groups of people up and down. It's like a road, but it doesn't look like a road."

Jiang Fang: "Do you need me to provide some new arguments?"

Nanzhou nodded naturally.

Jiang Fang wrote stroke by stroke: "Did you feel that the road we came here is very peaceful and easy to walk."

Nan Zhou nodded again.

He felt it.

Even if I was in a weak state, the four-hour trek did not consume as much physical strength as I had just followed the team.

Jiang Fang stopped writing and just looked into his eyes seriously.

Nan Zhou's eyes blinked a few times, then suddenly lit up.

…Yes.

This is indeed an important question.

Just now, they detoured through the snow field for several kilometers.

But on such a good road, they never saw a single climber.

According to the idea of ​​​​the climbers split up and pursued at the beginning, in four hours, on that part of the road, the probability of them encountering climbers should be very high.

Nanzhou thought they were lucky, so she didn't think about it.

But Jiang Fang would not think so.

Unlike Nan Zhou, Jiang Fang, who has worked in casinos for many years, never believed that there was so much luck in this world.

Climbers don't come here, because they believe that this broken man can be a man and a man?

Still…

This camp is the real reason why the climbers deliberately avoid and dare not approach?

Moreover, Jiang Fang found that after they hid behind rocks and threw out the mirror, those legs didn't really look like they were going to catch someone.

When it first appeared, it was run.

But at that time, both myself and Nanzhou were well hidden.

He Yinchuan and the others are on the other side of the mountain.

It should have no human purpose.

Now that I think about it, it is completely attracted by the reflection of the mirror.

And she walked slowly, without any sense of crisis.

…like…

As if it didn't know how many more invaders were on the mountain.

Then there is a contradiction.

This group of climbers does not seem to have any long-distance communication methods such as telepathy.

The half-length female summons teammates, relying on the whistle hanging around her neck.

According to normal logic, if the two groups of people on the mountain and the mountainside are really a team, and this camp is very important, at least one person should climb up and tell them to be more vigilant.

No.

When creating the avalanche, Jiang Fang stood behind Nan Zhou and brought the group of people who came in a hurry into his field of vision.

Their limbs are intact, but they have no intention of splitting a part of their body and reporting to the report.

So Jiang Fang suspected that the two of them would not communicate information.

This is not what a teammate should be.

Nanzhou's thinking is even more paradoxical and slanted.

It is difficult for them to compare with experienced mountaineers, nor can they collect effective information from this crushed ice that cannot be killed at first sight.

Even if a trained person like He Yinchuan Zhou Ao climbed to this height, his stamina would be consumed by the high-intensity racing, and he couldn't beat him even if he wanted to.

On the contrary, if Bingbing Bing and those people are not the same, then they still have a chance.

This turnaround may be the key to breaking the game.

Nanzhou was a little hesitant.

He didn't know whether to take the plunge or not.

After all, all the clues so far make sense in both directions.

If it wasn't the full moon now, he would dare to find the crushed ice directly to verify this conjecture.

Just, Jiang Fang…

He looked at Jiang Fang a little worriedly, but out of the corner of his eyes, he faintly caught a living creature.

Jiang Fang followed his gaze.

The next moment, the two froze.

Sometimes a piece of intestines turned purple from the cold swam to a place that was only three or four meters away from them.

It lifted a section, drilled out of the snow, and was heading in their direction, standing quietly under the moonlight.

Like a wriggling, giant sandworm with soft links.

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang almost silently grasped the clothes on each other's chests, and covered each other's mouth and nose with the other hand, minimizing the movement of the body functions.

Fortunately, it has no eyes and no ears.

But the next second, Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang looked at each other again and read two words from each other's eyes.

—Oops.

The legs were wrapped in pants.

The intestines were naked in the cold air.

Therefore, it is more sensitive to heat than the legs.

Nanzhou suddenly flipped off Jiang Fang, leaving enough room for Jiang Fang to move.

Jiang Fang didn't care about hiding, and reached out to grab the intestines, trying to control it in the shortest possible time.

However, it's too late.

The cobra-like intestines quickly swelled a trace from under the snowdrift, and the 6-7 meters long intestine tail was raised high, slamming into the tripwire that tied a broken bell superior.

Jingle Bells—

The mountain wind seemed to be frightened by the sound of the bell, and it was silent for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound all over the floor, spreading in a semicircle towards the sounding place.

—Even if they're not a team, that doesn't mean the opposing team won't hurt them.

After all, in the legend of climbers, the "moon god" on the mountain can eat people.

Nanzhou and the others only have a moment to fight for their life.

In a flash, Nanzhou acted swiftly, took out half the bottle of [Tequila] from the storage tank, and poured the amount of alcohol that Li Yinhang would feel distressed if he saw this scene with his own eyes. In the bushes hiding, another windproof match that Zhou Ao handed to them before his departure quickly lit up.

The so-called wine always has its original characteristics.

Seeing the fire, their organs were like frightened animals, they each fled back and forth, and gathered together in horror a few meters away,

On the top of this snowy mountain, without special wind protection measures, the fire will not spread for a long time.

They twisted together vigilantly, and gradually returned to their place and pieced together, forming a vague human figure.

The man stood quietly at the end of the fire, not moving forward, just waiting for the fire to go out.

It's like waiting for the death of the two opposite.

However, his stagnation has provided enough information to Nan Zhou.

“…you are afraid of fire.”

Across the heavy flames, Nan Zhou saw the man's slightly hideous face.

Perhaps because of frequent disassembly, his facial muscles move in a weird way. As long as he moves, the flesh inside twists into a ball, crisscrossing each other.

But Nan Zhou did not shy away and looked at that face calmly.

Up close, the cut on the face was smooth and full of scars cut by sharp blades.

Like the section of the legs, they are all neat.

It looks like it was cut by a knife.

Across the crackling fire, Nan Zhou asked him softly, "What did the fire do to you?"

"Or what did those people do to you?"

The author has something to say:

Nanzhou's wonderful name: crushed ice ice.

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