Gu Mian never imagined that he would be treated as the protagonist of Qidian.

But the situation is really weird now.

It is obviously unlikely that the earth that is committed to murdering himself has turned his sexual life.

At this time, another strong wind blew, and Chu Changge turned his head and looked at the direction where the wind was blowing.

The wind tonight seems particularly naughty.

The wind blew the cloth strip on his wrist and made a rustling sound, even his clothes swayed. The night wind blew the man's clothes into a slightly bulging spherical shape, and then left the gap.

The moon in the night is still hanging high, as if the moon in the fairy tale world should be so huge and bright.

The craters on the moon surface are clustered together, forming small shadows, like a picture of ink and wash imprinting on the bright moon, and the interlaced shadows actually form a strange beauty.

Then Chu Changge slowly spoke: "There is at least one original NPC in this dungeon, which is the culprit that caused the players in the dungeon to be assimilated."

Perhaps it cannot be described as the culprit.

After all, that's just a task for other people's NPCs.

"Do you still want to stay here?" Chu Changge suddenly said something stupid.

The fat man looked at him with some surprise: "It's not something we can decide whether to stay in this dungeon?"

The fat man only glanced at Chu Changge and was attracted by the huge bright moon behind him. In the first half of the night, the moon was covered by thick dark clouds, and no light could be sprinkled on him.

But in the second half of the night, this dreamy huge moon had been revealed from the black clouds, bursting out with violent light, and even the originally shattered forest was illuminated as dreamy as a fairy tale.

No, this place turns out to be the fairy tale world...it's just that it's different from the fairy tale world they know. This is a strange fairy tale world...

Gu Mian looked up at the moon.

The little girl's basket was still slung by him, but because the road was too bumpy when she was carrying 007, three of them had long been lost. They would have been worth a lot of money if they were sold.

The little girl's clothes that were snatched by Gu Mian were still there. At this time, it had been kneaded into a torn ball and stuffed into the basket that was originally equipped with a lighter, looking extremely miserable.

Gu Mian, who holds this broken basket, has something to do with this dungeon, so he will not be directly popped out with a "biu".

But he always felt like something was coming.

That thing is not the cold wind that visits from time to time, but something closer and more in line with this copy.

It feels very strange.

Gu Mian, who has been targeted by life for many years, has already developed a sixth sense that is different from ordinary people. His ability to perceive danger is particularly strong, so Gu Mian knows that what is approaching them now is not "danger", but another strange thing.

This is a feeling that Gu Mian has never felt before, and it seems a little familiar.

At this time, others seemed to have realized something.

Because the howling wind had suddenly stopped at some point, the shaking branches and leaves also stopped, and there seemed to be nothing moving under the dark night.

At first glance, this is an absolutely beautiful picture, full moon, silver frost, and forest, but everything looks very strange.

Soon, the few people present heard an unusual movement.

Chu Changge frowned and stared at the direction where the voice came: "Here you come."

The sound of footsteps came from the dense forest in the distance.

The sound was neither fast nor slow, and the sound of dead branches being trampled constantly sounded. The fat man turned his head hard and looked into the forest where the sound came, but he could not see anything.

Not long after.

The sound of footsteps coming from afar became closer and closer, and finally almost approached.

At this time, Gu Mian finally saw the person coming clearly.

Maybe not human.

No life, no fluctuations...no face.

Only the pen that was tightly held on his right hand made him look a little more humane.

The huge moon behind him complemented the face without facial features, very well matched.

The fat man said silently: "This is the...the first NPC that Brother Chu said?"

Why did he suddenly appear?

At this time, Xiao Qiao's voice came to his ears, which was a very confident tone - "Yes"

The fat man subconsciously glanced at her.

I saw that this actor who was not concerned about his acting skills had completely given up his expression control. At this time, her face seemed to fall off her skull and slapped it on the ground at any time.

The visitor finally spoke.

"I am An Tusheng, the butcher's slaughter"

He has no mouth, but he can make a sound.

The sound came from all directions, just as all the trees in the forest came alive and rushed to speak for him. The ethereal sound from all directions made 007, who was sitting by the tree, had a headache.

She frowned and looked up, and saw that the moon in the sky seemed to have a mouth growing out, saying, "I am An Tusheng."

The people present did not speak, and An Tusheng continued to speak.

Of course, it was just Gu Mian's imagination that he had no facial features on his round face as flat as a pancake, nor did he have a mouth that could be opened.

"I am not the fairy tale Andersen, who is familiar to you. I am a different person than him, but I have to develop into such an existence."

When he said this, the fat man suddenly shivered for no reason.

Gu Mian looked at the insignificant face in front of him.

Now as long as he rushes up and saw the "butcher's butcher's slaughter", the few people present can leave the dungeon immediately.

But the strange feeling that arose in his heart made him not do so.

I have to say that this origin NPC is really nonsense. The few people here heard him tell the story inexplicably - let's just say it's a story.

"I was born of fear, joy and regret"

"When I was born, there was darkness around me, but countless emotions surrounded me, so I began to explore slowly."

"Slowly, I got a lot from these feelings, including happiness, anger, regret, sorrow, and many others, but I can't learn it until later, I discovered something more colorful."

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When An Tusheng said this, the chill on the fat man's body became even more intense.

The wind here has obviously stopped, but he feels a more terrifying and trembling cold.

007, not far away, obviously thought of something, and his face began to pale.

"Everyone is a bizarre world. I groped through their stories, and then I kept thirsty for a fresher, different experience."

"But not enough, far from enough..."

"Perhaps because my desire was too intense, God gave me a pen and I began to write my own story."

Chu Changge listened silently.

The moonlight shone on his lenses, flashing with a sharp cold light.

This copy was not like this before, it had actually mutated long ago.

"I keep leaving behind people who are colorful and make them part of the story. My story continues to expand, and as you can see, it has become so prosperous..."

Gu Mian also understood something: "I'm afraid this copy..."

A spirit was produced.

soul.

Although it is incredible, the facts are already in front of you.

Before, it might have been a world full of zombies or a hospital full of evil spirits, but these are no longer important.

This copy produces "spirit"

An Tusheng is the soul of this copy.

He forcibly erased everything that had existed before and then stubbornly began to write his own story.

He forcibly cut off the control of the game, trying to keep all the players by his side.

It's really something that has never been heard and seen.

If it weren't for the pain coming from his back, the fat man would almost think he was in a dream.

It was already shocking to know that there might be death in the future dungeon, but now there is even more shocking news.

The copy can actually produce souls? It's ridiculous.

This should be just a set of data, a poor set of data that can be erased at any time.

An Tusheng seemed to understand what the fat man was thinking.

He smiled.

The smile without facial features makes people feel very strange, as if my brain suddenly started to laugh for no reason.
To be continued...