A Genius and a God Fell In Love

Nangong Nan's face was cold, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

And the price she paid was hundreds to thousands of times that of other players.

They could be sentimental and angry, but she...had only a mission.

There are thick clouds in the sky, and the pale moonlight appears and disappears.

Nangong Nan walked down the mountain road.

Her face was calm, and her clear eyes showed no trace of emotion.

Even if a person is walking alone on a deserted, misty and windy mountain road, he does not show any fear.

It can even be said that everything is stable.

In a way, what she told the player earlier was true.

She is not afraid of the dark, ghosts, walking alone at night, or the gloomy wind.

Because her future is bound to be uncertain, she is fearless.

"Hey, are you a player?"

A cautious call came to his ears, and as soon as Nangong Nan stopped, he heard the old woman's voice again.

"Yes, she is your companion. Call her over quickly. The fog is getting thicker and thicker. Don't get separated again."

Nangong Nan turned around and saw a group of players standing on the left side of the road.

Under the illumination of the moonlight and lanterns, you can clearly see their embarrassment.

Some of them were bent over with their legs propped up, breathing heavily, with wet hair stuck to their faces.

His body was stained with dirt and blood, and he looked like he had just escaped.

The bearded female player was also among them.

Their clothes were torn by thorns, but their eyes were calm, relatively calm.

With a casual glance, she discovered that several people were missing.

Nangong Nan had paid attention to it when he broke down the house.

There were a total of fifteen players who came in this time, and now there are only eleven here.

The old woman said lovingly: "Little girl, are you okay? The mountain road is difficult, so you must follow me closely."

Nangong Nan nodded slightly, "I understand."

The old woman continued to lead the way.

Players whispered about their experiences.

Knowing that the old man was indifferent to their affairs, he did not avoid her.

"You disappeared as soon as I raised my head. I was really scared to death just now."

"I didn't see anything when you encountered something, but you always get knocked down by something."

The player who spoke looked to be in his thirties, with a wig covering his forehead.

After an encounter, the wig was no longer firm and flapped up and down in the night wind.

However, at this time, he couldn't care about his image and told his story with trepidation.

"...Every time I stood up, I would get knocked down. It was like a prank. Then I just crawled on the ground..."

He wiped his sweat and said, "It was really scary. Although my knees hurt from climbing, I still saved my life."

"I'm not as lucky as you. I was chased by a big rock, and the player with me was crushed to death. The scream scared me so much that I almost wet my pants."

"I……"

"Stop talking." A heavy-faced voice interrupted their exchange of dangers, "The judge is right, the night is still very long, this is just the beginning."

The players swallowed, their faces looking very ugly, whiter than the moonlight.

The night had just begun, but already several people were dead.

So, who will die next?

The players who had just breathed a sigh of relief suddenly felt a big stone in their hearts.

Fear and fear enveloped the stone in layers, making them feel cold and breathless.

They had a lucky escape just now, but what about next time?

How long can they survive?

Most people in the first round of the game were at a loss and ended the game in a daze.

But now, they have some sense of reality.

But he also realized more clearly how cruel the game is and how difficult it is to stay alive.

Thinking of this, the crowd inevitably exuded a sense of despair.

Even if they are "fighting" with the belief of trying their best, what is the chance of actually surviving?

With a glance across his face, he noticed everyone's emotions.

He said in a deep voice: "Now that you are here, don't be sad. You are not novices anymore. If you don't learn to adjust your emotions, you will just wait for death."

Everyone's faces became even uglier after being scolded, but no one said a word because what he said made sense.

Man-faced Hu's voice softened and he said: "Although it is difficult to break through, apart from physical fitness, the most important thing is the brain and mentality."

He changed the topic and said in a slightly cold voice, "If you don't have these things, then you might as well just wait to die."

The woman pursed her lips and said, "Don't be too disappointed. The difficulty of the game is based on the player's comprehensive ability. Therefore, as long as we work together, we will definitely be able to get out."

One for warning and one for chicken soup.

The effect is really good.

Look, the eyes of many players are filled with hope...

Nangong Nan withdrew his gaze and walked past the woman.

The woman stopped her, "Little girl, what do you want to say?"

"No, you said it very well. The difficulty of the game is directly proportional to the player's comprehensive ability, and the chance of winning is very high."

The woman chuckled, "Little girl, you are very perceptive."

Nangong Nan said in a low voice: "This is what real-life games are like. Junior players fight against junior BOSSs, and each level is unlocked one by one. It becomes more difficult as you go to the back."

Man Lian Hu nodded, "That's right, so you don't need to deny yourself and get discouraged before you fight. Such people can only survive two levels at most in the survival game, and they have to rely on luck."

The players' expressions became even uglier, they gritted their teeth and made no more noise.

He stopped caring about them with a beard on his face. He walked quickly and came to the old woman's side.

"Old man, how long until we arrive?"

"Soon, soon."

The old woman picked up her crutch and pointed forward and said, "Have you seen that big dark tree? Our village is under the big tree and will be there soon."

There were dogs barking in the distance, one after another very fast, which sounded very frightening.

The woman said: "It feels like the air is getting gloomier. Everyone needs to be more vigilant to prevent accidents from happening again."

The old woman didn't seem to hear the woman's voice and didn't answer her words. Instead, she sighed to herself.

He said sadly: "There are only two people in the village, Old Man Gao and me. Now that I have you as my company, I feel really happy. I haven't been popular for a long time."

There was some joking in her sentences, and she sounded really happy.

But players may not be happy.

A lonely old man in a deserted mountain village.

White lanterns, dilapidated houses, and the weirdness hidden in the darkness.

Everything here is like mist at night.

You can see it clearly and feel it deeply.

But it is hard to see clearly, and it is shrouded in fog, which makes people timid but also attracts people to explore.

The players swallowed their saliva.

Secretly encourage yourself to finish this game quickly.

They would rather survive in a crowded place during the day than to be with the "wild" in the middle of the night.

It's true that even the air is irritating people's nerves.

The woman asked the old man: "Where are the other people in your village? Have they all gone outside?"