Seven Days, Seven Nights

Everything is evolving, bugs are evolving, and now even clay figurines are evolving.

Su Er still remembers the first villain who was obsessed with plastic surgery, and the latest one had learned to squeeze wool from himself.

"Props?"

After Zhu Yu asked, he first shook his head to deny this answer. The props can't have the mind.

But at least one question can be answered...how did Sur adjust the tower clock faster.

He can't do it himself, but the clay figurines are suitable.

Thinking about it, the futon bounced off the unknown object that wanted to climb up.

The little clay figurine fell to the ground, and there was more mud around.

This scene left Su'er with a lot of hope. Fu Tuan did not choose to kill it directly but to drive it away, which proved that it was not easy to judge.

"Peach Blossom Spring..." Su Er looked outside, and suddenly realized Ji Heng's mood when he carved these words on the tree.The world today is no different from the Peach Blossom Spring for mankind. It looks beautiful, but it can be interpreted from the multiple angles of future generations... It is a place full of dangers and even a terrible place.

The little clay figurine doesn't have so much thought, the more frustrated he gets, the more courage he tries to continue climbing.

Regardless of whether the futon could be understood or not, Suer opened his mouth and said: "It is a real little ghost, and the yin Qi in the body does not originate from this world."

The rules require that the person sitting on the futon must be a real visitor from afar. The player meets the definition of'visitor', but it is not real. Suer doesn't even know what his original name is. Little Clay Figure avoids this perfectly.

In order to get all the yin energy, the clay figurine also desperately, landing on the ground, jumping forward and rolling, kicking and then turning, turning outwards 720° to accurately fall on the futon.

"..."

For an instant, Zhu Yu even forgot to think about its origins, and asked seriously: "How to skip marriage and pregnancy and directly have such a kid?"

Suer did not answer, but focused on the futon: "How long is there?"

Zhu Yu was startled, and was about to turn on the tablet for timing. Ji Heng had already answered: "One minute and forty seconds."

The futon temporarily stopped attacking, and the little clay figure sat on it cross-legged, his body twitching, not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

"Take care of it, please." After saying that Suer walked into the courtyard and fumbled on the big tree: "Not this one."

Ji Heng also walked out at this time: "Looking for a tree?"

Suer nodded: "The King of Ghosts said you used to engrave on a tree, and the tree was mentioned in the self-analysis in Nongxu."

'Now the peach trees in the yard are about to wither.' He still remembered this sentence in his psychological monologue.

Ji Heng: "Since the peach tree withered and not the peach blossom was mentioned, that tree is probably dead."

Hearing that Suer stood there for a few seconds, thinking about where he might have planted before.

Ji Heng pondered and analyzed: "The yard faces south and the peach trees are not suitable for planting in front of the house. You can go to the back and have a look."

Suer raised his eyebrows: "Is there any other saying?"

Ji Heng nodded and walked around the house and said: "Tao and escape are the same, there will be taboos."

Reminiscing about the other party's experience, Su sighed: "Unfortunately, even if you didn't plant it in the south, you were still inevitable before."

Ji Heng smiled and agreed: "This is true."

They have been here for a while, but this is the first time they set foot in the back of the house.Overgrown with weeds, there are many cracks in the middle of the brick wall, and it is crumbling through wind, frost and rain.There was a wooden stake not far away, and Su hurried over.

Before he could reach out to dig the hole, Ji Heng pulled him from behind, jokingly calling him a literary genius: "You should know this if you don't stand under a dangerous wall."

Sur raised his head to look at the weak wall, and continued: "Call me if you have something."

Don't have to say, he is very good in the 100-meter sprint.

"Why care about a tree?"

"Gou Baopu gave me a peach blossom branch. Everything in this copy revolves around the peach blossom. It's best not to let go of everything."

Watching him dig around the stump, Ji Heng laughed: "I don't have a habit of burying things."

Su Er's hand movement was stagnant, and then he put his index finger: "In fact, you hurt the spring and sad autumn."

Ji Heng was startled.

"When a person reaches the top in a certain field, it is easy to be empty, and if you don't have a lover to share the joy, don't you just have to bury flowers in the yard and write a diary?"

"..."

Helplessly squatting down, Ji Heng said sternly: "Empty is not the same as boredom."

The sound in his ears continued, Suer ignored the digging, and the effort paid off. It was about forty centimeters deep, and his fingers finally touched the smooth edge.He quickly speeded up, and soon took out a long-dust wine jar.It was very light, obviously it was not liquid inside. After opening the seal, Sur lifted up his sleeves, took out some withered and rotten petals and a small notebook.

Turning his head: "What did you say just now?"

Ji Heng's expression at this moment is wonderful, so wonderful that Su Er regrets not shooting in time.

He glanced at the notebook disgustingly, just as the wind blew up, and the petals were blown into fine powder, and his face was smeared.

Suer kindly handed over a tissue, Ji Heng took it and wiped his face, and took the initiative to read it.It was recorded that the human brain transplantation operation was not a success. At first, there was obvious rejection reaction twice, and it was barely successful until the third time.However, the sequelae are very strong. After the operation, the brain can think normally, but the hands often shake slightly, and I feel nauseous and cannot eat.

The physical examination was all normal, and the doctor's advice was to transfer to a psychology department.

"The doctor is right." Sur said.

Ji Heng has a slight habit of cleanliness, his brain and other people's bodies, this configuration is insulting to him.

The diary also mentioned that he was planning to publish the history three hundred years ago to the public, so that mankind could see the reality clearly and had to accept the central plan when he was alive and dead.

When Suer focused on the text, Ji Heng suddenly began to tear up his diary.

Although confused, Su Er did not stop, and gradually he found that Ji Heng had only picked a few of the pages and tore it apart.

"These sheets should be a little thicker." Ji Heng explained, rubbing the cracked burrs with his fingertips. There really is a paper interlayer. Carefully uncovered a dried flower leaf with '2' written on it.

Next, four such flowers and leaves were found one after another, which is 3240 in page order.

Sur: "It seems to be a date."

Ji Heng smiled: "It may also be a password."

"Hey, you guys..." Xu Yangyang ran out to call people, and saw that they were holding something in their hands, and swallowed the second half of the sentence: "Anything?"

"a string of numbers."

Suer stood up a little fiercely, his eyes were golden: "Has the futon game passed?"

When it comes to this, Xu Yangyang's expression is a little complicated. He took out a mass of things wrapped in cloth, and the clay figure split in four or five, only the head was intact.

"Electric shock... all... mine..."

At this time, I was still thinking about Yin Qi.

Sur stretched out his hand to close his eyes, but the clay figure refused to close his eyes.

"I know."

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the other party, the credibility of the scumbag is zero, and he requires the benefits to be paid immediately.

Suer glanced at Ji Heng. The latter nodded, stepping into the house, and raised his eyebrows at Xu Yangyang before leaving.I wanted to stay and have a look, but when I received a hint, Xu Yangyang went back to the house with regret.

When everyone was gone, Sur began to squeeze his body again and instill his yin.

The distance between the front and rear rooms was only a few feet, and the sound of Xu Yangyang and Ji Heng explaining the situation intermittently came to his ears.

"That's right, the futon released a small killer move in the last ten seconds, and its body broke on the spot..." Xu Yangyang sighed: "The vitality of ghosts is stronger than that of humans, and it will not die.

When the two people entered the room, the words behind were completely unintelligible, Suer moved quickly and muddy, and when he reached the last link, the little clay figure suddenly opened his eyes.

Sur was angry and funny: "I'll give it to you."

While using the electric shock device to pass the Yin Qi, while wondering what image he was in the eyes of other people, don't dare to say, he will definitely do what he promised.

"I'm the one who really got out of the silt without getting infected..."

In self-appreciation, install the little clay figure and return to the house.

There was one more person inside, Li Shuo.

Su Er's eyes flickered, and he found a place to stand calmly, and after a while he said, "It's messy outside now, you should be busy."

Li Shuo: "I found the old Taoist who gave birth to Lu Lanxin. According to what we said before, you have to contribute."

"Okay." After agreeing happily, Suer glanced at the demon monk's side hesitantly: "I still have some private things to discuss with the master."

Li Shuo went out with wit and waited in the car.

"The museum in the city." After Li Shuo left, the demon monk calmly stood up and put away the futon: "There is what you are looking for."

He gave the prompt to let the player see hope again. If nothing happens, just go to the museum and destroy the alien probe to leave this damned copy.

"It should be sooner rather than later," Xu Yangyang said excitedly: "Before the sojourners are not too many to be uncontrollable, you have to hurry over."

Everyone's thoughts were the same. Just before stepping out of the threshold, Su Er suddenly looked back and the demon monk was actually weeding.

Perceiving his gaze, the demon monk pulled out: "In fact, these weeds grew here earlier than I did. I think it gets out of sight, but the weeds in this world are inexhaustible."

Knowing that this is alluding to the relationship between humans and insects, Sur did not say too much from a standpoint, and eventually left without saying a word.

·

Players came out one after another, Li Shuo rolled down the window: "Get in the car."

Sur: "There are too many people to sit down, we ride bicycles."

Before being rebutted, the final word: "There are other things to be solved on the road."

Li Shuo frowned, did not force it, looked at the door and asked in a low voice, "Where is the monk?"

Suer responded perfunctorily: "A circle."

After a pause, he said, "Where is the old Taoist priest now?"

"City Museum."

Su Er's eyes changed, and it was consistent with the place given by the Ghost King.

Confirming that he was not going to get in the car, Li Shuo drove away first: "Call me when you arrive."

Seeing the car drive a long distance, Xu Yangyang walked to the front and smiled: "The probability of coincidence is too low."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Suer: "You have contacted him. Isn't he working in a formal organization department?"

Sur: "On the premise of not being parasitic, he is indeed a good person."

On this day, the whole city is raging with eggs, and no one can guarantee that Li Shuo will not be parasitized.

"In any case, the museum has to go." Zhu Yu turned on the voice navigation and got on his bicycle.

Su Er agreed with her, Yu Guang noticed that Ji Heng was stopped by Princess Camellia, and he hesitated to push the bicycle over.Xu Yangyang was also preparing to join in the fun, when the host’s light voice came: "The more you know, the faster you die."

Xu Yangyang laughed and hurried away by bike.

Then Princess Camellia said: "After successfully passing the mortal game, there are two options."

Suer narrowed his eyes vigilantly, and talked about it suddenly, 80% malicious.

Princess Camellia smiled and stretched out a finger: "First, return to the original position and become an aboriginal; second, continue to pass the copy, accumulate enough points to be sealed by the game, and live in a beautiful world of fiction."

Ji Heng's eyes were icy: "Hold up the memory?"

Princess Camellia: "It's all the memories related to the game, including your current experience, the friends you know...all will be forgotten." At the end, she looked at Sur: "Of course he is included."

The painful truth and the false beauty have to choose one.

Just like Peach Blossom Spring, once you leave, you will never find the entrance.

"At the same time, everything about you will be erased from other people's minds."

When the voice fell, Su Er and Ji Heng did not speak, only the sound of wind and falling leaves could be heard.

Princess Camellia was immersed in this sudden silence, as if she could perceive the player’s pain through the silence: “It’s not that no one passed the death game in the past. Most of them were in the later stage of the dungeon to accumulate points, and the mood became more negative, leading to death."

Is the false beauty really worth looking forward to?

Sur first thought of himself. In his memory, his parents treated him very well, but no matter how happy the game data structure is, it will only make his heart more empty.

The host chooses to tell the truth at this time, which can be described as murder and condemnation.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Princess Camellia smiled and asked, "Do you still expect to die?"

Staying can remember everything and live for real, otherwise you will have to be like a puppet in a game, clear the memory and live in the so-called'real world.'

A person's quality and personality are slowly polished and formed through countless experiences. Without these memories, it is just like the past and present, and it cannot be simply classified as the same person.

Suer glanced at Ji Heng, who remained silent...I was sure that I didn't want to forget this person, nor did he want the other person to forget himself.

In the face of the cruel reality, his lips were pale, his fingers clenched tightly, and finally he made up his mind to look at Princess Camellia: "Excuse me, what are the requirements for applying for a host?"

Becoming a host, you can experience the real copy world relatively safely, and you shouldn’t need to be sealed and remembered. When combined, it is barely acceptable.

"..."

The rampant smoke between the eyebrows disappeared, Princess Camellia's face was pale, and where there was just schadenfreude, she almost lost her voice for a long while: "What did you say?"

Sur patiently repeated it.

Princess Camellia: "What did you say?"

Sur repeats it a second time.

Princess Camellia: "What did you say?"

Sur's eyes were gloomy.

Princess Camellia was expressionless: "The wind is too big."

He could not hear.