After experiencing the unsuccessful return last night, the voices outside seemed to have changed a strategy tonight, called - "Come on, hit me".

The quarrel of the couple is still going on, the content without nutrition and the high-pitched voice have a refreshing and refreshing effect at night.

The footsteps on the other side also changed their previous stereotypes, becoming near and far and full of rhythm, as if a group of people were dancing outside the door late at night.

Xiao Lan admitted that he was just about to move.

Putting down the pillow covering his ears, he began to think seriously, if he ran out now and beat up this group of things, would it affect his future clearance.

Luo Wei, who found Xiao Lan's subtle entanglement, turned to his side. He looked at Xiao Lan, and a black shadow appeared on his fingertips, forming a few words in the air: [Need my help? gentlemen】

Xiao Lan asked with his eyes: What are you busy with?

Luo unhurriedly stretched out his hand, with a little black mist on his fingertips, he reached out to Xiao Lan's ear.

Although Xiao Lan was a little puzzled, she didn't dodge it, she just waited for his action.

Cold fingers brushed against his ears, with a hint of gentleness.

Then, Xiao Lan felt that the surrounding voices suddenly moved away from him. All the noise seemed to be happening in the distance. When it reached his position, only extremely weak voices remained.

It's better than any earplugs!

Luo retracted his hand and smiled slightly at him: [Sorry, I can only do this for the time being]

This effect is already very good, Xiao Lan gave him a thumbs up.

【I will wake you up if any abnormality occurs, please sleep peacefully】

With Luo's help, Xiao Lan fell asleep again, and this time the quality of sleep was particularly good. He seemed to be used to Luo's gaze, and he didn't wake up even if he was stared at.

——

Early the next morning, Xiao Lan walked out of the room refreshed.

Outside the window is a continuous torrential rain, making the morning sky dark.

The few players sitting at the dining table had thick dark circles under their eyes, and Wu Ting's delicate makeup couldn't be seen, but only he knew that he actually covered a thick layer of concealer today.

The noise outside the door last night kept them awake almost all night, and they didn't dare to use props to soundproof them. What if they missed something important and accidentally got cold.

The players looked at the radiant Xiao Lan and Luo who looked as usual. How could these two sleep so well? I'm afraid they wouldn't wake up after being thrown on the street in the middle of the night.

Xiao Lan found that He Rui still did not appear.

Although Meng Ze said that he said he had something to do, it still made people almost wonder if this person was already cold in some unknown corner.

Breakfast is still gooey, and today's gooey is dark red.

Although the landlord has not appeared for a long time, the food will be served on time every time it is time to eat, and the players do not really want to know how these things are made.

The players other than Xiao Lan were all eating numbly. If they persisted, they would be able to return to the player's residence to eat human food after today.

Like the others, Meng Ze mechanically stuffed breakfast into his mouth.

The sticky taste in the mouth is sticky, and there is a fishy smell that the ingredients are handled perfunctory. From time to time, you can eat slag such as small gravel and sawdust, which makes the dining experience even more unpleasant.

Suddenly he chewed a strange thing, round, as if elastic, the size of a dumpling.

Strange, when he scooped it up, was there such a big thing in the spoon?

He was just about to chew it and swallow it, when the spherical thing in his mouth suddenly turned.

Meng Ze was startled, so he hurriedly stopped chewing and felt it carefully. At this time, the things in his mouth did not respond again, as if it was his illusion.

His heart slowed down a little, and he was about to bite again.

The things in the mouth turned several times in a row this time, and the feeling in the mouth was extremely obvious.

This is not an illusion at all!

"Ouch—" Meng Ze quickly pulled out a piece of paper and spat out the contents of his mouth. The movement attracted the attention of all the players present.

Without any explanation, Meng Ze fixed his eyes on what he spit out on the table.

It turned out to be an eye. At this moment, the eye was constantly turning, and the crimson liquid was like soaking in blood.

In Meng Ze's terrified eyes, the eyes seemed to have found their target, and it slowly turned to meet Meng Ze's eyes.

"what"

Meng Ze couldn't hold it any longer, and threw away the bowl and chopsticks in his hand and shouted.

He was terrified.

You must know that he is not an intermediate player at all, but he has accidentally acquired the ability to manipulate the surveillance of invisible insects. Then He Rui came to ask him for help, promising that he would be able to help him to clear the level, and that the props obtained in the game would be divided into half, and he agreed.

They have also collaborated twice before, and both went well.

As a result, in this game, the first attempt failed.

After that, He Rui was almost invisible, and he didn't help him at all. He had to hide in the room alone. Even if Duan Xueyin said he wanted to be with him, he didn't dare to go out to explore.

"What to do...what to do..." Meng Ze collapsed a bit, but his eyes were still staring at him. No matter which direction he walked, his eyes turned towards his position and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

In the eyes of other players, Meng Ze was yelling at the lump of beef he spat out, with sincere feelings, exaggerated actions, and even a bit of joy.

Duan Xueyin asked in a low voice, "Has he experienced a hallucination?"

Wu Ting looked at Meng Ze, whose face was covered in tears, and felt a little distasteful: "It may also be a trick, you don't care about him?"

Duan Xueyin shook her head: "This team is just like playing. One of them won't go out, and the other won't see anyone, so I don't bother to care about them."

Wu Ting showed a queen-like smile: "So it's useless to say that this kind of team formed halfway."

Duan Xueyin nodded in agreement, if she added this kind of pheasant team in the future, she would be a club.

Seeing that Meng Ze's snot was about to come out, in order to prevent his already unappealing breakfast from becoming more unappetizing, Wu Ting stood up decisively and threw Meng Ze a dream back to reality.

"Snapped"

A crisp slap sounded on Meng Ze's face, knocking back his shaky sanity.

Meng Ze was awake for a moment, and then, as if he was avoiding some beasts, he didn't care about his breakfast. He fled from the dining table and quickly returned to his room, seemingly blocking the door with debris.

Wu Ting wiped his hands and looked at the closed door with disgust: "Tsk, coward."

Until the end of breakfast, the cultists still did not appear.

The players still at the table exchanged tacit glances, and it seems that the last tenant is already in a bad way.

The landlord disappeared, the tenants all died, and now the only players left in the entire 404 are the players.

——

After dinner.

When passing by the door of the cultist's room, Xiao Lan felt that something was wrong.

The smell of burning incense always filled the cult's room before.

Every time open the door, can see that the walls in the room are covered with weird portraits, and there are many strange things hanging on the ceiling. The messy lines hang down, always making his room very dark.

However, now the light in his room seemed to be very bright.

Xiao Lan reached out and pushed the door. There was no lock on the door, so he simply opened it.

The room was similar to Xiao Lan's room, with the dilapidated bed, piles of debris, and stained walls, as if everything from a cultist had disappeared overnight.

He looked at the place where the incense burner was placed in the room. Although the wall was old and dirty, there was no trace of smoke left. There was no sign of punching holes or sticking stuff on the walls and then tearing them off, as if there was never such a godly cultist living here.

Xiao Lan and Luo looked at the rooms of the other dead tenants separately.

The several rooms Xiao Lan entered were all similar, as if the traces left by the residents had disappeared overnight. This place, which was originally very wrong, now showed a sense of danger as if something big was about to happen.

He was about to exit the room to join Luo, but when he turned around, he found that the door behind him was gone.

What was supposed to be the old gate is now just a solid wall, as if someone had replaced everything behind him unknowingly.

Xiao Lan's heart lifted, he didn't notice the changes behind him at all, which was an incredible thing given his current sensitivity.

This is the second time this has happened in this game.

The room was the same as before, quiet and shabby, only the door was missing, and the dim lighting from the low-wattage lights made the interior look a little hazy.

"clatter"

"clatter"

"clatter"

The sound of crisp high heels hitting the ground sounded above Xiao Lan's head.

Xiao Lan looked up at the ceiling, and it seemed that a woman in high heels was pacing. But the elevator here is only four floors, and there are no stairs to go up.

"clatter"

This time, the footsteps changed direction and sounded from the other side of the room.

It was like someone in high heels suddenly teleported to another place upstairs.

Xiao Lan took out [this is a highly poisonous dagger], and at the same time tried to call Luo. But there was no response. This room was like a space isolated from the outside world, isolating him by himself.

"Da da da da-"

The sound of footsteps was getting faster and faster, more and more densely, and quickly shuttled across the ceiling. The continuous sound is a bit harsh to people's ears.

Suddenly Xiao Lan felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, and he subconsciously avoided it.

"Whoosh-"

There was a short burst of wind, and something rubbed his back.

Xiao Lan turned around, but there was still nothing there.

He calmed down and carefully felt every change around him in the noise of high heels.

This time, it's on the right.

Xiao Lan took a step back abruptly, and at the same time the dagger in his hand was drawn, towards the place where there was nothing in his field of vision.

With a "ding" sound, the dagger seemed to have collided with some sharp object.

However, the thing that attacked Xiao Lan still showed no trace, and disappeared again after a blow.

The endless sound of high-heeled shoes accompanies the elusive attack, as if to make him fall into fear first.

Xiao Lan is not in a hurry. He has learned patience and dormancy in the training of being defeated or killed more than 300 times before.

No real hunter will be fooled by the surface, no matter what that thing is, no matter how often there is no trace, it will show traces at the moment of attack.

After the seventy-fourth breath, the attack reappeared.

This time, it was at the left rear of Xiao Lan. The other party seemed to lighten up his movements, and only suddenly accelerated at the moment when he was very close to Xiao Lan.

However, he still did not escape Xiao Lan's perception.

Xiao Lan deflected his body with an incredible movement at an extremely fast speed. The sharp wind swept across his cheeks, but it brushed within a millimeter of the skin, and the attack failed.

Then, Xiao Lan swung out the dagger and stabbed at the seemingly empty place.

"[This is a highly poisonous dagger] Causes damage to ***, with additional poison: firewood, vine"

Although firewood and vine are not highly poisonous, they can cause nausea, vomiting and diarrhea after being poisoned, which is a good poison in battle.

Imagine your opponent fighting against you while battling diarrhea, wouldn't it be miserable.

It worked!

Looking at the red bloodstains on the dagger and the system prompt, Xiao Lan instantly understood that it was a living creature that attacked him, not the ghost that this room was trying to mislead him into.

Even because of anonymity, there is a high possibility that he is a player.

Xiao Lan made persistent efforts and waved the knife again in the direction of the blood dripping.

"[This is a highly poisonous dagger] Deals damage to ***, with additional toxicity: chocolate"

There is a rich fragrance in the air, and it is not difficult to imagine the silky and mellow taste.

Xiao Lan: "..."

Can you be a little stronger at this time?

What the hell is chocolate, big dagger, do you think our target is a dog! !

At this time, the guy who attacked Xiao Lan also seemed to feel the power of Chai and Vine, and a sudden sense of shit disrupted his movements.

Along the blood trail, Xiao Lan made up for several attacks. Because he couldn't see the specific location, the attack was barely blocked by the opponent.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other party ran away.

There was a sudden fluctuation in the air, and then the footsteps that were constantly sounding overhead stopped, as if the door that had been stripped from the space appeared again.

The next second, Luo directly broke into the door: "Sir!"

Xiao Lan waved his hand: "I'm fine, but that guy escaped."

Luo quickly stepped forward and looked closely at Xiao Lan.

The sudden approach of the handsome face and the serious gaze made Xiao Lan feel a little uncomfortable.

Xiao Lan patted Luo lightly on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm really fine, but the guy who attacked me is worse."

After checking that Xiao Lan was really safe, Luo heaved a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the black figure that was almost touching her body finally pulled away, Xiao Lan also breathed a sigh of relief. The sudden appearance of the beauty crit was still a bit lethal to people with normal aesthetics.

Luo did not intend to let the attacker go.

The fact that Xiao Lan disappeared from his eyes twice in a row made Luo feel very unhappy.

His face was a little gloomy, these things should obviously be completely unable to stop him.

Although there is no memory, Luo has this feeling that he should be omnipotent.

Instead of the current weak, lingering appearance, unable to protect even important people. Although Xiao Lan is also very strong and has grown extremely fast, this does not affect Luo's desire to protect the other party.

The pride that seemed to be engraved in his soul made him unable to tolerate the situation in front of him.

Luo said in a deep voice, "Sir, give me some time, and I will bring him to you."

His voice was cold and stern, with an almost inseparable cold and a bone-chilling killing intent.

Looking at Luo now with a bit of ruthlessness in his eyes, and the black air that permeated his body, Xiao Lan felt a subtle sympathy for the attacker just now.

farewell.