The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Wearing a tattered jacket, the embarrassed Jiangdong manager glared at him. The face that looked at five people and six people before was really an unusual vicissitudes of life, and it went directly from uncle to uncle.

I don't know if He Jun will have any thoughts when he sees such a 'Big Brother Xing'.

The identity card was slightly hot, and the identification was successful.

Ren Yifei felt that something on Jiang Dong was trying to escape. It was a 'small game'!

He called Saman directly: "Cast the net!"

For a breath of time, an invisible net shrouded this place, and 0s and 1s were lined up in various programs in Saman's eyes, and they were brushed quickly.

The 'small game' rampages through the net, and even reclaims power in order to escape the net.

The phone vibrated, Ren Yifei took out his phone, and on the first day he came, he followed his mini game app into the self-deletion stage. At the same time, in many corners of the world, in the mobile phone beside the sleeping player, a software bundled with nightmares is disappearing.

In an office that was also lit all night, an old man who was about to retire slapped the table and let out a loud laughter like a young man: "Okay! Good!"

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the moon showed half of its head.

The black shadow left this world silently, just like when it came.

The officer outside the door didn't know what was going on. He just had an instinctive intuition, an intuition that the night was about to pass, and he suddenly felt relieved.

"It's over." Ren Yifei stuffed the phone back.

The eyes of the police officers around him lost their lustre, and the color also faded, fading to white. Even the two clerks lost their color, and the virtual world was fading away, leaving only the players: Ren Yifei, Saman, and Ghost.

Dian Changjiang East was not nervous: "Even if you find me, what's the use?"

He thought that with his back against the small game, he could be confident, or the player who had failed before gave him this illusion.

It's a pity that the small game he was counting on is being restrained by Saman's skills, and he has to return to Jiangdong.

"Don't move." A pistol was placed on the head of the Jiangdong boss. Ren Yifei didn't know when it came, and the insurance had already been opened.

"I know you're not afraid of death, and aren't you afraid of pain?"

Boss Jiang Dong:  …

Civilized society, don't use guns or knives.

Because of the particularity of the dungeon, none of the player's offensive props and skills can be used, and they are no different from ordinary people.

We all know that this country bans guns. And the players are all screened ordinary people. In the past, players who wanted to conquer Jiangdong could only use cold weapons or fight meleely.

Jiang Dong has never been afraid of hand-to-hand combat. He was only beaten for fifteen minutes (the time limit for taking the ghost card), and, wouldn't he escape?

So why does this player have a gun?

Ren Yifei looked at Jiang Dong who was stiff and motionless, and his smile deepened. The gun in his hand was fake, obviously fake, but this man was so frightened that he didn't even have the courage to look up.

Is this thing worthy of being a 'ghost'? If it weren't for the little games, he wouldn't even be shit.

"You finished the game in Yuan World?" Ren Yifei asked.

This seemed to irritate the 'ghost', and he blushed: "It's those sons of **** who are chasing after me and biting me! As I said earlier, there's nothing to treat in this rotten country, it's better to go to the United States, where it will be free! TM said it!"

Ren Yifei's smile faded, he raised his foot and kicked him in the face, pressing down on his nose: "Did you say this?"

Jiang Dong was in pain, but he was still afraid of the gun. He knew that the players in these other worlds were all ruthless characters who killed people without blinking an eye, and they could do it if they could.

"Look, when I took a fake gun, he was too frightened to move, a piece of trash. Small game, do you want to consider changing someone?" Ren Yifei slowed down his speech and followed the instructions.

"How do you see me?"

"Fake gun?" Jiang Dong raised his head angrily, but the next second he swept over again, his head hit the corner of the bed directly, his eyes glowing with golden flowers.

With a sound of 'crashing', golden lightning fell from the sky, and the earth trembled slightly. This is the existence behind this copy, and the Horn of Desolation is expressing its dissatisfaction.

A crescent halo flashed across Jiang Dong's forehead. When Ren Yifei saw it, he dropped the model pistol in his hand: "Don't worry, as long as you want, leave the rest to me."

The crescent moon halo on Jiang Dong's forehead became brighter, and there were more thunderstorms. The most recent one almost hit the door of the dormitory.

The copy is disappearing, and finally the dormitory has disappeared, the sky and the earth are empty.

A huge dark cloud was condensed above their heads, and thunder and lightning flashed among them, as if a golden dragon was hovering in it. From time to time, it spits out a string of thunder and fire, representing the Blighthorn threatening the rebels below.

Ren Yifei raised his head and smiled at the dark clouds. A phantom condensed behind him, a flash of lightning fell, the phantom swallowed it, and the figure doubled in size instantly.

There were a few more lightning bolts in the dark clouds, but all of them were swallowed up. The phantom was already as high as a mountain, and when you raised your hand, you could reach the sky.

Ren Yifei was still smiling. This 'well-behaved', an excellent player who was always lazy, suddenly showed sharp fangs at this moment.

Saman looked at him fascinatedly: this is the man he likes, he is so good.

It seems that the small game is moved when it is discovered that the Horn of Desolation can't be a player. It floated out from Jiang Dong's forehead, ignoring Jiang Dong's angry, painful, and desperate eyes, and floated in front of Ren Yifei.

"We can sign a contract." Little Game said reservedly, "As long as you sign a contract with me, you can borrow my power."

Is it difficult to refuse to be the spokesperson of an unlimited streaming game?

"No one can refuse me." Little Game thought rather contentedly.

As long as you follow its rules, it doesn't matter if you change to a subordinate, he was fed up with this idiot before. It was really bad at the beginning, and he unlocked the seal.

"I am looking forward."

He stretched out his well-knitted hand and hung it below the mini-game. Ren Yifei smiled very gently: "Thank you for choosing me... I'm sorry, you were deceived."

Before the mini game could react, the phantom engulfed it.

The naive little game was still unable to defeat the cunning of human beings, and it gave itself away by itself.

"Borrowing power? ... Wouldn't it be better to be me directly?" He stretched his hand into the phantom and held it.

The golden energy turned into a net and flowed on the surface of the body. They were too bursting, and the skin flowing with energy could not withstand the impact, cracking and bleeding.

In the blink of an eye, Ren Yifei became a blood man.

"A Fei?!" Saman was very worried, but he also knew that if he passed, he would only disrupt A Fei's plan, which would not be good.

"I should trust the person I choose, that's not a reckless person." Saman clenched his fists, and his veins burst out.

Ren Yifei turned his head sideways, looked at Saman through a thin layer of phantom, and smiled at him. There was blood flowing down his face, which stained his handsome face, but did not hide the brilliance of his body.

"Look, we are all disobedients in the Horn of Desolation."

If the Horn of Desolation is not a moth, any high-end player cleanup plan, Ren Yifei will not be so 'motivated'.

Others don't like Desolate Corner, but he thinks it's okay, there is a place to act, and there is a large area of ​​uninhabited land to live in. If there are no accidents, he will live quietly for a long time.

It's a pity, why do you have to clean up high-end players?

Ren Yifei doesn't care about many things, except being controlled.

Whether controlling fate or controlling life.

Ren Yifei wants to be free, and the Horn of Desolation insists on manipulating his freedom. Since the irreconcilable contradiction has already been born, there must be a day when it will explode. The appearance of mini-games only exacerbates this contradiction.

There was thunder and lightning in the sky, and the small games on the ground were struggling. Ren Yifei's skin cracked directly into one after another. They healed and cracked quickly, and golden energy flowed through the wound.

Both of Ren Yifei's hands were stretched out, locking the mini-game in the palm of his hand.

As the energy is devoured, more and more fragments of various laws swim out in the mini-game. These small fragments gathered between Ren Yifei's eyebrows, and Ren Yifei only felt that the skull was about to be split open.

He endured this pain, and even stepped up his efforts to absorb the mini-games.

"Trouble, I don't know how many things have been swallowed by the small game, the power is huge and there are many impurities, and there is thunder and lightning from the desolate corner, it feels like it will explode."

The mountain-like phantom did not grow taller, but swelled up like a balloon. The degree of expansion made Saman beside him a little flustered. While saying to himself, "You have to trust Ah Fei", he insisted on himself desperately and did not allow himself to be impulsive.

"Saman, throw my gift!" When he was about to reach his limit, Ren Yifei finally spoke.

Without a word, Saman opened the gem box and threw the replica out.

Ren Yifei caught it with one hand, and the power taken from the mini-game passed through his body and flowed into the replica in his hand, and an energy route was instantly established.

The energy that was about to explode found a pouring hole, and the surface of the replica glowed with a pale golden light.

The clones that have only copied one-third of the congenital deficiencies are madly absorbing these energies.

Even Ren Yifei felt a small emotional feedback similar to 'closeness'.

"This little thing has given birth to 'consciousness'?" Ren Yifei was particularly surprised.

Fifteen minutes soon came, the mini game had been sucked dry and nothing left, and the dark clouds in the sky had reluctantly stopped the riot, and the replica in Ren Yifei's hand had become golden.

Jiang Dong didn't know when he lay flat and turned into a ghost card and fell at his feet, but Ren Yifei was a little disgusted and didn't want it.

He wanted to return the replica in his hand to Saman: "Return to you."

Saman stretched out his hand to take it back.

'咻咻', the small energy fragments around the golden replica formed a pair of soft little feathers, the little feather hugged Ren Yifei's finger, rubbed the sphere on the fingertips, and swept the Sasha with the tip of the feather in disgust. Man: You go, not you!

Samman:  …

Ren Yifei was ruthless, grabbed the reluctant golden replica and threw it into Saman's hands: "It's time, no, you can bring it to me."

After that, they left this broken little world.

"The bones are about to be broken." Ren Yifei woke up in the desolate corner, feeling that he was almost run over by a large truck. He could feel what it was like to absorb energy until he couldn't bear it and almost exploded.

"Player~~"

As soon as the guide elf appeared, Ren Yifei stretched out his hand and pressed it down: "Quiet, I want to make up for sleep, and I'll talk about it when I wake up."

Touching his forehead, there was nothing on it, flat. But he could feel that there was a huge database hidden here.

As long as he thinks, the things inside will automatically jump out. The information technology of the high-tech civilization that Saman spent a year acquiring is also included here.

But the most important thing is that the Horn of Desolation has spent so much thought to get it, but it is not these, but a fragment containing the power of 'life'.

As long as there is enough energy and enough time, this "life" power can evolve into a world.

The last time he felt it was when he became a Scarlet Witch and was fortunate enough to be a witness to history. It is the golden fragment, but it is a projection, so the feeling will not be so deep.

Unlike now, Ren Yifei even had a very arrogant idea: if I wanted to, I could even create an infinite world by myself.

Too tired, he was fed up, so he wanted to go to an infinitely small world. Ren Yifei shook his head and lay down directly: I always felt that I had forgotten something.

Forget it, it certainly doesn't matter what you can't remember.