Thriller Paradise Chapter 322: Invasion of brain cells (29)

The feeling of falling, a sudden and violent feeling of falling.

At the same time, there was pain all over the body.

The transition of the scene still took only a moment.

The four players seemed to be awakened from their dreams. They suddenly opened their eyes and found that they were falling. Of course, it's just a few meters away, and this distance can't kill them.

The four fell on a crimson carpet, all groaning to their feet, and looked up.

There is a sea of ​​books all around, which looks like a library. There are six rows of extremely tall bookshelves put together to form a hexagon, enclosing them like a wall.

The height of the ceiling is close to ten meters, and there are several chandeliers in the visible place, so there is no problem with lighting.

Just above the four players, there is a large square iron cage hanging. At this moment, the iron plate at the bottom of the cage has been opened. It seems that this is why they fell.

"This is the so-called ‘real world’?" Qiu Feng asked this question, while reaching out to touch his chest. Fortunately, the blood hole was gone.

"It should be." Feng Bujue stood up from the ground and said: "What is your survival value?"

"I have almost no damage." Honghu replied.

The Comptroller said: "Me too."

Qiu Feng replied: "The previous damage seems to have disappeared."

Feng Bujue's own survival value has also returned to 96%. It seems that in the "real world", their survival value has always been full, and it didn't drop a little until they fell from the iron cage above.

"Um...that's right." Feng Bujue said, "All the items he got in that spiritual world have disappeared." He was referring to the lighter, notebook, wallet, etc. in his pocket.

"The consumables I used in the memory space actually came back." Qiu Feng said.

At his reminder, Feng Bujue also opened the menu again and inspected the downside bar. He found that a piece of P-500 and a bottle of survival value supplement he had eaten had returned.

Looking at the skill column again, the [Nan Dou Fei Long Fist] learned in the spiritual world is still there.

"In terms of items, we should be back to the state where we just entered the script." Feng Bujue said, "But... the skills I learned in the memory space are retained." He touched his chin and speculated: " If I didn’t learn this skill right away, but put it in my bag in the form of a skill card, maybe things would disappear..."

"You are lucky." Honghu said: "You can actually pick up skills."

"You talked with middle-aged Peter Pan for so long, and didn't take the opportunity to let him teach you how to fly?" Feng Bujue replied.

"I really asked him for advice." Honghu replied: "He told me. If you want to fly, one needs goblin powder, and the other is to'believe' that you can fly." He paused: "Think about it now... This seems to be a reminder too, but unfortunately... At the time I thought he just told the setting of the original book, so I didn't take it seriously."

After saying this, Honghu added: "Oh, besides. I also tried to ask him about swordsmanship." He sighed, "As a result, he said that in the second year he left Neverland, it was because of possession of He was arrested once for controlling knives, and his dagger was permanently confiscated by the relevant authorities."

"Hey...the adult world is so terrible..." Qiu Feng sighed.

The Comptroller said: "Aren't we all grown-ups, that's right..." That said. But his tone in response was similar to Qiu Feng.

Feng Bujue said: "It seems that all of you had a wonderful childhood, so when you grow up, you have a feeling of... "I was in the blessing and knowing the blessing"."

Honghu looked at Brother Jue and said, "Um...let me guess...you crazy brother was not normal when you were a kid?"

"Fortunately, my personality at the age of seven or eight was not much different from now." Feng Bujue replied.

"That is very abnormal..." Qiu Feng continued.

"At the time, I felt that social roles such as children, including teenagers, were a group that was severely discriminated against." Feng Bujue said: "So when I was eleven years old, I wrote an article titled "About adulthood." People’s Stereotyped Prejudice against Children."

"This shows that it is in the flowers of hundreds of millions of motherland. There are also one or two weird flowers like you?" After this book, Qiufeng's Tucao skill has been significantly improved.

"At the time, Pi Qiu (that is, Pi Qiu, Hong Kong translation is super), you know what a fart." Feng Bujue would naturally not lose sight of language confrontation.

The chief controller commented on the side: "But...you are indeed a strange man, crazy brother. When I was eleven or twelve years old, it was difficult to hold five hundred words in a composition."

Feng Bujue snorted coldly: "What's this? My uncle had already completed the first short story "Sword God" by handwriting on a homework book when he was ten years old. Texts like a essay, I took a laptop and sat on the toilet, and finished writing properly after pulling a **** of shit."

Some of them seem to be chatting, but in fact they are doing two things with one mind. No hands and feet are idle.

The four people tacitly took charge of one direction, and looked at the surrounding bookshelves while talking, trying to find a way to leave the area.

"It really doesn't work, let's climb to the top of the bookshelf and have a look." The chief inspector observed after a while and said: "You can jump up to the iron cage first, and then use the iron chain above the cage to climb up to reach and After the top of the bookshelf is the same height, it is easy to jump up."

"Don't you think about...Look at all the books around you?" Feng Bujue had a reading addiction. Speaking of shocking remarks.

Qiu Feng looked up at the eight-meter-high, full-filled bookshelf, and said with a dry smile: "Even if the four of us look at it separately and see that the connection is forcibly disconnected. I'm afraid I can't even finish the catalog."

Honghu didn't participate too much in the nonsense of the three people. His attention was mainly on "hiding the worldview." At this moment, in the extended menu of the taskbar, the world rules of this script have been written out:

[Hidden World View: Imprisoned in the brain. 】

【A powerful creature that reads a lot of books brings players into the world of his own brain. In this world, every virtual character he knows will become a creature with self-will, and Influence each other. 】

X-23 was prevented from recovering P-233 because...she wanted to enter the "boss" brain world. If it were not for this reason, the boss could not stop her at all. For the derivatives of the twenty-three level, from the world invasion script is nothing at all, the system can't intervene, let alone those data that are lower than the Four Pillar God level.

"It's not difficult to get out of here." Honghu thoroughly studied the worldview and combined the task: "But the current task seems to imply that the real'boss' is very strong..." He turned his head to look. To the teammates, "Is it okay for us to leave this safe area rashly?"

"Indeed, the main task of choice, such as [Victory the real'boss' or escape from the reasoning club], is usually due to the difficulty of one of them, which is likely to lead to the destruction of the group, so the system gives Another easier route for players to pass." Qiu Feng continued.

"The more difficult customs clearance route means more experience and more skills..." Feng Bujue said arrogantly.

"But if our regiment is destroyed, there will be nothing left." Honghu interrupted, "The risk factor also needs to be considered..."

"Before I saw that'boss', no one knew how strong he was." Feng Bujue said, "You are all smart people. Now everyone is basically full, and the luggage compartment has been unlocked. We should not rush to belittle ourselves, but objectively evaluate the overall strength of the team." He paused, and then said: "What's more, this is just a normal difficulty team survival mode script. No matter how strong the hidden SS, it can be strong enough. To what extent?"

"I said...Crazy brother, listen to what you mean, have you ever killed the SS with nightmare difficulty?" the chief controller asked.

Honghu touched his chin, and muttered: "Brother Madness has not yet reached level 30. It should be a team survival mode that cannot be ranked in nightmare difficulty. It seems... he has passed the nightmare level in single player survival mode. Script."

"This is not nonsense." Feng Bujue responded with a natural tone: "This has been in beta for nearly a month. Is it a new thing to pass the nightmare script?"

"I tried three nightmare-level scripts, and all died in mid-game..." Qiu Feng said.

The Chief Comptroller said: "I tried five times and failed even once. Two of them, where I thought it was near the end of the plot, fell short..."

Honghu also said: "I am an individual player, unlike their studio where there are tasks in the game, so I try more. Since I reached level 15~IndoMTL.com~ I have tried a total of 20 Six times of single-player survival with nightmare difficulty, only one pass in total." He helped his glasses: "To be honest, I have suffered some setbacks in my life, and my psychological quality is pretty good. But the difficulty of playing nightmares is really good. It’s because I'm dead to no confidence. Two or three times I was scared out of the script because the scare value was too high..."

Qiu Feng said again: "But listening to your tone of the crazy brother, it seems that customs clearance is a common phenomenon?"

"No." Feng Bujue immediately began to pretend to be silly, "I have only cleared a nightmare-level script once, and that script is a puzzle-solving script without SS battle." He shook his head and said: "I It means, compared with the nightmare-level script of FLAG, which is dead everywhere, is this ordinary SS a ball?"

"Ha ha ha... counted as a ball?" Suddenly, a peculiar voice sounded and inserted into the conversation of the players: "If you think I am, then I can indeed become a ball." The voice was from all directions It came, and it rang around in my ears. And the most incredible thing is that this sound is exactly the same as the system's prompt sound.

The four players all changed their expressions. After a quick exchange of glances with each other, they said in unison: "Boss?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start (m) Voting for recommended votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)