The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

"There are many lights on, but the aisle is cool and dry, and there is no unique smell after burning oil."

Ren Yifei noticed that this kind of oil lamp was a product of the dark night. When it was lit, a faint sweet fragrance wafted out, which made people dizzy.

After nightfall, the oil lamps in the corridor and in the room were lit one by one, and he was accompanied by such lamps all the way, and at this moment, there was also this in the maze.

But what he cared more about was the lamp stand that spread out like the antlers of the oil lamp, very much like the branches he saw in the garden that night.

Ren Yifei watched for a while, then stretched out his hand and grabbed the cotton thread at the root of the lamp.

Without the heat of burning, the flames turned into a small flower at his fingertips. The flowers are scattered with light, like a ball of light, and like a small sun lamp, and the eyes may even sting after looking at it for a long time.

"Sure enough..." Ren Yifei raised his eyebrows, feeling that things were a bit interesting.

When he stretched out his hand and twisted it hard, the small light group was crushed, and the wick of the flower was extinguished. What appeared in his hand was a small blue flower with six petals gathered together, and the petals were almost transparent.

The oil lamps lit at night are simply glowing branches.

There is no one to disturb here, but it is an opportunity to organize my thoughts.

Biting his fingertips again, he painted on the wall with blood: "The first floor is the Tingyun Pavilion. It looks normal, but it is actually built on a pile of vines, but no one knows it."

He painted some buildings, and then painted branches and vines below. One of them he specially pointed out was the lotus pond in the middle.

"During the day, the Tingyun Pavilion is no different. This is the lotus pond. At night, the vines held up below move around and devour demons. The lotus pond here becomes a luminous garden.

"Tingyun Pavilion has two floors, one at day and one at night. So I see it during the day, it's not an illusion, but at night, it's still real."

Ren Yifei took a step back and looked at the picture he drew on the wall. It was a city supported by countless branches, with a lotus pond in the center and a garden below the pond.

Closing his eyes, the labyrinth, the lanterns, the flickering light all receded, and his world entered absolute darkness.

Ren Yifei appeared in the world of consciousness, with no light, no sound, and nothing.

"The first clue, lotus pond. Day and night are like two sides of a piece of paper."

He folded his hands and opened it again. A transparent piece of paper was formed at his fingertips, and he threw it out. It was a blank map. The map was white, representing the daytime.

With the fingertips in the center, a lotus pond appeared in front of him.

Taking the lotus pond as the center point, the golden lines were pushed around, and he tapped it at random, and the semi-transparent three-dimensional building broke out of the paper: "Here, the Thousand Years Hall. This is the banquet hall. The house where the little demons stay. The garden... "

One by one, the fragments were picked up by him, and they were inlaid on the map, scattered high and low, full of vitality.

The picture I saw in the air, and the route I personally traveled, slowly overlapped, and a miniature three-dimensional map of the Cloud Stopping Pavilion appeared.

Ren Yifei used his fingertips as a pen and the corridors as lines to connect them one by one.

Looking at the unorganized Tingyun Pavilion, it was evenly divided into six pieces by the corridor, and each piece was in the shape of a petal.

The paper flipped over, and the black, night side appeared. In the middle is a perfectly circular garden with glowing flowers.

He pulled the memory back to that night, and the fragments formed a standing card in front of him. Ren Yifei walked through these memories and determined the route he walked that day.

The Tingyun Pavilion at night has no attic or courtyard, only repeated corridors.

These corridors appear on the map like circuit diagrams, and they are very fragmented, with only one piece, and many places around the edges are missing.

But this is the remaining part, and there are several perfect overlaps with the daylight corridor.

He outlines the overlapping part, which is clearly the edge of the 'petal'.

"Crack!" After a snap of his fingers, the day and night overlapped, and the picture rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes, becoming what he saw in the sky today.

Hanging high, he charged straight towards the lotus pond.

It was like passing through a layer of membrane, his body passed through the lotus pond, and a perfectly circular garden appeared in front of him, the stamens that glowed, and the pistils that flowed.

Continue down, there are layers of vines.

Ren Yifei suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him was the simple picture drawn with blood.

The maid who walks at night is a bug crawling among the flowers.

The devoured demon is the nutrient that the flower prepares for itself.

In the spring banquet, are the demons coming to the banquet as guests, or as ingredients?

Ren Yifei looked around. This place is also part of Tengman. The reason why he can't see the real appearance is because of these flowers and these fragrances.

With a wave of his sleeves, he wanted to blow out these oil lamps with the wind. But the oil lamp just swayed in the wind and did not go out.

There are endless corridors and oil lamps in front of and behind him, and they are extinguished one by one. I don't know what year and month. Could it be that he is really going to be trapped here?

Ren Yifei frowned and thought, and suddenly a thin bang on his temples blew.

"wind?"

He directly tore off a hair and held it in front of his eyes. The breeze was blowing the hair at a certain angle, not the wind coming from the front or the back.

Are there any other exits around here?

Following the direction of the wind, he slowly walked over until he reached a glass wall.

He couldn't see the passage, but there was wind. Ren Yifei tried to reach out, and his fingers dipped into the water, passing through the glazed wall.

That end is empty.

When Ren Yifei was breaking through the labyrinth on the ground, Saman on the other side was sliding down at a very fast speed. There was another player with him, the character named Qinglin.

Saman stepped on a simple skateboard on his feet, which protected him very well. The green scale player was not prepared for this, and was sliding against the wall. The solution on the wall of the pipe was frantically corroding his clothes.

Qinglin already felt a burning pain in his back, and he shouted: "It can't go on like this, if this corridor is very long, won't I just melt it?

"Dude, do you still have your skateboard?"

Saman glanced at him and tossed a spare skateboard.

At this time, the inside of the tube wall was pitch black, and Saman threw his position after hearing the voice, but Qingscale didn't pull his crotch, and caught it once.

"It's changed," Saman was still feeling the tube wall to judge the situation, "the tube wall was fleshy before, but now it's full of sharp barbs."

Barbs are generally prepared to prevent prey from escaping.

With barbs plus melted mucus, plus plants, it's hard not to think of pitcher plants.

"It's almost there." Saman judged the time, took out a pointed wooden stake and inserted it ruthlessly to slow down the slide.

"Dude, me, me." Player Qinglin called for help again.

Using a few wooden stakes, the two plunged directly into a mucus pool at a relatively slow speed. Even though they were mentally prepared, they accidentally swallowed two mouthfuls of mucus and almost didn't spit it out.

"Come on." Saman was swimming in the slime. He tried desperately to get out of the slime pool and took a deep breath, but it was a rotten stench.

It was pitch-black all around, with no fingers to be seen.

Qinglin took out a folded oil lamp bracket: "I folded it from the corridor."

With this shallow light, the two finally figured out what was going on with them.

Above them is a circle of deep corridors, and this is the path for them to come down. And it was the **** translucent mucus that soaked them.

The good news is that the pipe wall is not far from them, about a dozen meters, and should be able to reach it before it is corroded into bones.

The two swam towards the nearest tube wall without saying a word.

"Ah!" Qinglin screamed.

Saman was about to ask what was going on when he suddenly felt something wrapped around his ankle. Before he could feel it, countless nail-like things pierced into his skin, muscles and even bones. His face turned white and sweat dripped from his forehead. Falling.

There is something underwater.

As the nails pierced, Saman felt the rapid loss of physical strength. He took out the great sword and swung it down. The mucus was divided on both sides, and the things on the ankles were also cut off, but the nail-like things still remained.

"Help me." The green scale player shouted, unable to support it for a while, and was about to sink.

Saman weighed for a moment, turned his head and swam towards Qinglin.

He helped him cut off what was under his feet, and the two swam desperately towards the wall.

The wall of the tube was soft, and Saman cut it open with a sword, and a shimmer of light came out from the breach. With two more swords, he finally made a hole enough for one person to pass through. The two of them climbed out of the hole one after the other and slid down with the slime.

"Like when a child was born? It slipped out with the amniotic fluid?" Qinglin used this method to divert her attention away from the pain in her feet.

Saman looked at the scene outside and did not respond.

"Why don't you speak?" Seeing that Saman didn't speak, he also raised his head, then froze.

The underground, which should have been dark and dull, hung transparent bands with fluorescent light. Occasionally, the light in the transparent band is still flickering, and the stars are dotted.

Saman remembered that when he was a child, before he was taken to the city, he sat in the courtyard and watched the Milky Way across the sky, from the present to the unseen future.

"It's like a galaxy." Qinglin sighed.

These lights have some focus points, where they escaped before. It is a huge spherical bulge, opaque.

The side of this bulge is attached to a light band, with a black egg in it.

A thick tube was attached to the bulge, and the tube sank into the darkness, where they might have slipped.

This structure...the two suddenly felt creepy.

No longer caring to appreciate the beauty, they approached the light belt, sure enough. Inside these transparent strips were lumps, black ovals, like frog eggs.

However, it was actually a demon that had been crushed and compressed into a ball one by one.

"My God." Qinglin exclaimed, "Are these players and NPCs that disappeared before?"

"Cut it open and see."

Saman cut a belt directly, and the fluorescent liquid inside and the group of demons fell to the ground with a 'patta', and the fluorescent liquid splashed, dyeing the surroundings with fluorescent colors.

The egg was wrapped in a thin film, and it was vaguely discernible that it was a folded man with tousled hair.

Saman walked forward, cut the membrane with his sword, and the yellow-brown pus flowed out, like melted fat and flesh, and the demon inside became clear.

"Evil..." Qinglin covered her nose.

The air was filled with the stench of things rotting, and the demons that slipped out of it were almost melted, revealing bones.

However, that's it, the monster inside is still not dead, and it is still breathing hard.

Their innately powerful healing ability turned into a form of torture at this time.

"Although I saw this through that person's eyes, I still felt very shocked." Qinglin was still sighing. Saman has begun to deal with his wounds.

He took out a bucket of clean water, and took off his half-corroded clothes.

"You even brought your own bathtub?" Qing Lin widened her eyes and asked cheekily, "Anything else?"

Of course there was none, so Qinglin could only hold his nose and wipe his body with a cloth reluctantly, and put on the clothes he brought.

Many monsters can do this trick, but the size of the space varies from person to person.

Their skin surface has various degrees of corrosion wounds, but the recovery speed of the monster is fast, and this wound will heal itself after a few minutes.

More troublesome is the strange vines tangled around their calves.

Although this section has been cut off, it still has vitality. As soon as it is touched, the bitten 'tooth' will dig into the bone desperately.

Saman's heart was stunned, and he grabbed one end and ripped it off.

He bit his lip, biting blood, sweating profusely on his body, and his face was so pale that there was no blood.

Qinglin on the side has a heart, looking at the tentacles on his calf, and closing his eyes, he is also heartbroken.

"what------"

The high-pitched sound reverberated in the underground world, shaking the hanging straps, and the long fluorescent straps swayed, swaying with the contents inside, like a flowing galaxy.

Qingscale was lying on the ground, his body trembling, and every muscle trembled uncontrollably.

He looked back at the tentacle with bone fragments and flesh and blood scum, hissing and sucking in the cold air: "Is this a **** barb?"

"Fortunately, it will not fall off automatically and remain in the wound." Saman took out a clean rag and bandaged the wound.

"Is this okay?"

Qinglin gasped for breath, then slowly got up to deal with the wound.

The two of them are just a pure partnership of interests. Once Qingscale dragged his feet, Saman would leave him without hesitation, and vice versa.

After a short rest for ten minutes, they felt their bodies recover, and they stood up.

"This seems to be a player." Qinglin pointed to a man covered in scales, "He is still alive. Maybe we can try to save them."

Against this type of copy, the more players survive, the better.

"Yeah." Saman cut off the light belt, and the player inside slipped down.

Saman stabbed a hole in the opponent's arm with his sword, but the player still closed his eyes and did not respond at all.

He put away the great sword: "Let's go."

Hopeless.