Now that Mrs. A is dead, Ms. B directly abstains.

According to the previous agreement of the three, the [Aphrodite's Blessing] and [Pandora's Box] as stakes already belonged to Xiao Lan.

Although Miss B was a little reluctant, out of the pride of the nobles, she would not go back on something like this.

Xiao Lan reached out and picked up the [Pandora's Box].

After careful inspection, found that the pattern on the box is very complicated, not a common plant and flower pattern, but a pattern entirely composed of lines, which is sterious and incomprehensible.

The feeling of being so cold that it seems to be able to coagulate blood when the tentacles are still the same as in memory.

Although he couldn't see any difference, Xiao Lan only saw it once, and he couldn't remember all the details of the box he saw at his father's place, so he couldn't be sure whether this was the one he had seen before.

Because it is still in the game field, this item shows everything is unknown.

In order to avoid the unexpected situation of death affecting the customs clearance, Xiao Lan decided that it would be better not to open it for the time being.

If you really want to study it, just wait until you return to the player station.

He pointed to the [Pandora's Box] and asked Miss B, "Do you know anything about it?"

Miss B's chin twitched: "I won't tell you, we didn't include this in our bet."

She deliberately left a loophole in the betting contract. Probably, she was originally prepared to bet against Mrs. A even if she lost, but she didn't expect to be cut off by Xiao Lan.

Seeing Miss B's appearance, Xiao Lan thought for a moment.

Then, his finger pointed to [Aphrodite's Blessing]: "How about using this in exchange? You tell me about [Pandora's Box], and this belongs to you."

Miss B's eyes couldn't help drifting to the side, obviously she was moved by this gorgeous necklace.

Xiao Lan added: "Look, I'm not interested in jewelry either, and I'll probably just sell it to others when I get it. A necklace of this quality doesn't worry about a buyer, but it's quite troublesome to find a buyer. About [Pandora's Box], probably no one will be interested in it except me."

"Why not, let's benefit each other now? Then no one will suffer."

Of course he wouldn't tell the other party, because he would be deducted poverty value if he took this thing, plus there was a description of the FLAG-like prop, Xiao Lan didn't want this flashy necklace at all.

Miss B thought about it for a while and felt that she was not at a loss in this transaction at all.

Not only does she not suffer, she can also get Mrs. A's bet, and even solve this Bichi by the way, which is a big profit.

So she simply nodded: "Okay."

Miss B began to recall: "[Pandora's Box] was something I got a few months ago. At that time, a strange guy came to trade with me. I heard that he and many people have traded some strange things. thing."

"Because this box is really beautiful, and the price he wants is very low, I keep it. But after I tried everything, I couldn't open it, so I put it on it as a decoration... If you can't open it, you can't. Blame me."

"No." After Xiao Lan finished speaking, she asked another question: "Do you still remember what that person looked like?"

Miss B: "Of course, it's a man... Huh? Is it a man or a woman? Height? Body shape? I... how come I can't remember what that person looks like?"

When Miss B carefully searched her memory, she found that she couldn't remember the person who dealt with her.

Everything in the memory seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. couldn't remember the face of the other party, nor the figure of the other party, and even what the other party said at the time was unclear.

Miss B looked confused: "Strange..."

She explained to Xiao Lan again: "I didn't lie."

Hearing this, Xiao Lan was relieved.

If it was Xiao Chengyan, according to his identity as an illusion master, Xiao Lan guessed that he should make some disguise on his appearance.

However, he did not expect that Xiao Chengyan could achieve this level.

At that time, Miss B was probably unknowingly caught in Xiao Chengyan's illusion, but she had no idea about it.

The first person to be a high-level player is beyond his imagination.

Xiao Lan gestured to Miss B at the [Aphrodite's Blessing] on the stage: "It's yours."

Miss B took the necklace unceremoniously, with a smile on her face.

She looked at the necklace in her hand and waved to Xiao Lan perfunctorily: "Okay, I'll have something else to do later, see you later."

As Miss B's voice fell, the surrounding environment changed instantly.

Xiao Lan felt like a giant that suddenly grew taller, her gaze jumped up a lot in an instant, and it kept rising.

In sync with it, the surrounding environment is constantly shrinking.

When the changes stopped, Xiao Lan found herself in a room with a lot of dolls.

The decor of the room looks a lot like a circus stage.

The styles and materials of these dolls are different. There are clay sculptures, wood carvings, ceramics and paper. Each set of dolls has a scene corresponding to them, and each scene is covered with a dustproof glass. cover.

But without exception, these dolls have meticulous workmanship and exquisite structure, and at first glance they are carefully collected treasures.

Placed together, it is like a small world suspended one by one.

Xiao Lan guessed that maybe every player who entered this room would randomly enter the world of one of the dolls.

Each world has a different plot and level of danger, and some of the scenes look bad.

Of course, it is not ruled out that there are Mrs. A and Ms. B, who seem very calm, but are committed to letting the players who enter go out sideways.

Xiao Lan took out "Mingyue Pavilion" and found that another frame had been lit up on the cover.

There is no new content in the book. It seems that it did not die in the hands of the crow, but should be the handwriting of the ghost or the player.

Now the cover has lit up eleven grids, just two less.

In order to light up the pattern on the cover as soon as possible, Xiao Lan walked among the dolls, looking for the scene with Mrs. A and Miss B.

The pattern should be there for them.

Finally, he found it.

It was a small table the size of a palm, and in that scene, two paper figures were sitting on an exquisite table and chairs, surrounded by a gorgeous Rococo background.

Originally, they were supposed to be chatting while tasting afternoon tea.

But now Miss B is still sitting there, with a leisurely movement and a smile on her face, except that there is an extra string of delicate pearl necklaces around her neck that fits her body size, and the light blue skirt on her body is missing a piece.

On the opposite side, Mrs. A, who was wearing a pink dress, had been torn in half and was lying on the ground, looking miserable.

Xiao Lan carefully picked up this small scene, and sure enough, he saw the same pattern as the book cover below.

At the same time, the cover of the book lights up again, but this time it only lights up one frame.

A total of twelve grids are now lit, and there is only one grid left.

How could only one light up?

Xiao Lan was a little puzzled.

But when he put his eyes back on the paper man in his hand again, he suddenly understood.

Probably because Mrs A was destroyed and only one of the two paper figures remained.

Xiao Lan sighed: "Mr. Crow is really strict..."

If he accidentally broke both paper figures, wouldn't he have to do white labor?

Think blood loss.

At this time, Xiao Lan suddenly remembered that after he entered Mingyue Pavilion, apart from having dinner on the first day, he seemed to have neither eaten nor drank water, but he did not feel hungry or lack energy. tiredness.

Is it the special ability of the advanced field, or the crow's?

I always feel that the bosses of the advanced field are more than a little stronger than the primary and intermediate bosses in controlling the game.

The crow's intangible, yet ubiquitous feeling is particularly disturbing.

He was probably the boss Xiao Lan had ever encountered, and had the strongest control over the game field.

"It's a pity that there is one more." Xiao Lan said softly, walking towards the door.

I just don't know how this progress was achieved.

Xiao Lan was about to open the door and go out, but felt that "Mingyue Pavilion" had changed again.

The last grid lights up in this short period of time.

There is no new text in the book, obviously this is not the crow's handwriting.

Two players died in such a short period of time.

who is it?

Is it the carnival of ghosts, or players with ulterior motives killing people, or is Qi Ning reaping?

Now, the entire pattern on the cover has been fully lit up and is emitting light.

I'm afraid the game should also enter the next stage.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Lan opened the door.

Outside the door still looks the same as before, with the ancient charm of Chinese and Western unique to the buildings of the Republic of China.

But everything is different.

The original corridor was quiet and quiet, as if Xiao Lan was the only one left in the world, only occasionally encountering players with overlapping spaces.

In the corridor at this time, Xiao Lan could clearly hear the sound of running from upstairs, and even the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. She didn't know what was going on.

It feels like countless divided spaces are finally overlapping.

At the same time, this also shows that players are probably now able to meet each other.

Naturally... can also attack each other.

Next, the threat that Xiao Lan needs to face will probably double.

Xiao Lan took a few steps forward.

Suddenly, his vision froze in a corner of the corridor.

It was a very unremarkable corner.

It was empty and nothing, originally nothing special.

But at this time, this corner was in Xiao Lan's line of sight, and it began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The faded part is like an old photo, turning into a yellowed black and white, because the position is unremarkable.

Xiao Lan's eyes searched nearby, and found several such faded places one after another.

The locations are hidden and the fading isn't too fast.

But without exception all turned into the same color as the old photos.

Obviously, if the entire Mingyue Pavilion fades into this, something must happen.

But Xiao Lan didn't really want to experience it for herself.

Most of those who have the spirit of exploration die quickly, is it not good to live?

Xiao Lan looked at the changes in the corridor: "It seems that I have to leave here before it completely fades."

He thought of the room on the top floor that had the same progress as the book cover on the door, which used to be the crow's study.

Now, that room should have changed, maybe it's already accessible, but not necessarily.

After making a decision, Xiao Lan prepared to go upstairs.

He took out Luo's envelope, ready to talk to the other party and find a place to turn.

But suddenly I heard a familiar low voice not far away: "I found you, sir."

Xiao Lan turned around and saw a person gracefully appearing not far from him.

Fitted black three-piece suit, tall figure, the coming person is walking towards him with long legs.

The posture of his approaching is still good-looking, but the pace is a little hurried, showing that the mood of the comer is not calm.

With just one glance, Xiao Lan judged that this person was the real Luo.

It is completely different from the previous fake and shoddy products.

Seeing Luo, Xiao Lan's heart suddenly filled with an emotion called missing.

It was obvious that they hadn't seen each other for about two days, and they kept in touch through envelopes during that time.

But it is different after all.

Nothing can replace the hidden joy and satisfaction of seeing each other with your own eyes.

Obviously in a dangerous game, and also into a situation where the risk of death is doubled.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but feel a little joy in his heart.

Xiao Lan couldn't help laughing: "Long time no see."

Luo walked up to him and smiled: "Long time no see."

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Mourning the deceased, paying tribute to heroes, and remembering forever.