Chapter 154

In the abandoned shrine, the color on the surface of the pupa changes from white to beige, then gradually deepens, and finally turns to the brown like the blood eggplant when the wound is scarred.

After the change of color stopped, a few minutes later, the pupa suddenly broke open, thousands of fingernail sized pieces collapsed on the ground, and those brown pieces were very dry, and when they landed, they were very neat, and none of them were stained on the man in the pupa.

The appearance of the third derivative is in his thirties. He is a man with soft facial lines and medium hair. He looks very gentle. The suit he wears is the novice suit of the player.

After he came out of the pupa, he moved his neck without expression. At this time, he had no right arm, and his right shoulder was a very flat incision. There was no flesh and blood on the cross section of the incision. There was only a plane emitting light. Close and careful observation showed that very small data streams were accumulating on its surface.

"Cut As usual... " He said something rather displeased, went to the corner of the room and picked up the earthenware pot on the ground.

His right arm cannot be generated as an entity together with other data of his body when entering the script, so every time he has to wait for the body to be materialized, and then go to find out and connect it.

There is a narrow space pocket behind the opening of the pottery pot, similar to players' luggage bags, but when the arms come out of the inside, the space will disappear. The derivative's right arm is like a piece of luggage that can't be carried around or split. When it comes back to the script, it is directly squeezed in from the space cracks in the form of entity.

He took his arm out of the jar and put it on his shoulder. When the two glowing cross-sections contacted, the whole area on the right side of the derivative's body was distorted. Without any physical collision, the wall near that side suddenly sank, and the surface showed an irregular fluctuation.

After the connection, he tried to wave his arm, then looked at his right hand and said: "so many times The running in time is not even shorter... " He can feel the position of his arm when he doesn't connect it, or he can immediately know how long it will take for the data to match his body.

In short, it will take a while for the level 3 derivative to recover 100% of its combat power. Now it looks like this arm is on him, but it can't do its best.

"It hurts..."

"It's hard..."

"Help me..."

All of a sudden, one after another groans in the ear of the derivative, he slightly frowned, followed the voice and looked down. I can only see that the floor of this room has been covered with horrible ghosts covered with blood.

Those ghosts come from the floor through the wall, just like the dying people who are trapped in the mud. Some of them only show their heads, some half of them come out. Their hair is scattered on their faces. Their faces are pale. Their eyes are black. They have no eyes. They are half open mouth and hands. They look like the people who are trying to catch something in the water The groans of ghosts are not so loud. It sounds like a cry for help from the sufferers. But that's how they infiltrate At this moment, the whole floor of the house is full of these ghosts. The derivative man has almost no place to stay. Soon, the ghosts reached for him, some of them grabbed his ankles, and some of them leaned out and grabbed him by the corners of his clothes.

"Is poss in this play using illusions..." His eyes brightened, and there was a glimmer in his pupils It seems to be cunning... "

The next second, he slightly bent his knees and made a very light bounce. And this seemingly inadvertent jump, let him get rid of the shackles of the ghost hand, and to turn straight for a week and a half of the difficult action directly onto the beam.

A gray ghost is hiding on the beam. This monster is the same as the one Feng unconsciously met. Before he can make any attack, he is "blasted" by the derivative with a left fist.

The third level derivatives can see the world in the script from a different perspective than the players. They can change the scene in their eyes into a semi data and semi entity state, and can also achieve a certain range of perception. Therefore, illusions are nothing to them, far less threatening than actual strength and speed.

"Strange Hasn't the fourth level guy solved boss yet? " As he thought, he raised his leg and kicked it, with his toes easily over his head. At that time, the roof of the shrine was lifted. A strong impact force broke a large hole, which was large enough to let people jump out of it.

After jumping on the roof, he saw a hazy moonlight. Of course, for the derivative, the light was a very important observation condition. Even in the dark room, he could see clearly.

There is a dry well in the courtyard of the shrine.

At this time, on the edge of the well, there is the head of the fourth derivative.

"Are you kidding..." He whispered, moving forward. All of a sudden from the air and fall, bipedal point to the ground, stable stand.

Coming to the skull, he said, "what happened?" It seems that he knows that the skull can communicate with himself.

"I Gone... On the other side ... The world... " That skull is talking like a broken radio station.

Although the fourth derivative is the weakest among the derivatives, its combat power is by no means worse than that of the script boss (not all worlds are suitable for the derivatives to enter, for example, the derivatives will never appear in the thunderbolt world). The current situation is very abnormal.

"I have End... Data... Broken... " He couldn't say a complete sentence: "it took me Put... This... Let you... " At this point, Jingzhong suddenly reaches out a ghost claw and drags the head down.

For the first time, the third derivative standing at the edge of the well encountered this situation, and he immediately began a series of logical analysis. First, I explored the positions of players and GM. these guys are still on their way up the mountain. Obviously, the current situation has nothing to do with them. Then I tried to establish a data level communication with boss (the benchmark of level 3 derivative is to drive some script boss with low intelligence, so x-23 once directed Dr. Ashford's variant), and it failed in a race 。

"If you don't understand me, I'll say it myself." Suddenly a thick, distant voice came from the dry well: "I put his head here, so that you can be smart, and don't try to be my enemy." (to be continued) only one second to remember this website www.biquga.com, the fastest updated novel website of biquga!