Wei Liang said: "How can I break the enchantment on the cards?" ”

The black spirit said, "Go over there." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Bai Ling said, "Break it." ”

Wei Liang walked over and hit it, but it didn't break.

"You're too weak."

"Too weak for you."

Wei Liang shrugged his shoulders and said, "You can do it." ”

The black and white spirits didn't speak, and let out a low chuckle.

Wei Liang wanted to provoke it, but they were not stupid and did not want to be used as guns.

"What's your name?" They asked again.

"Why do you keep asking my name?"

"Say your name and get out of here." There was a hint of bewilderment in the ethereal voice of the black and white twin spirits.

Wei Liang was silent, feeling that things were not so simple. is like the purple gold and red gourd in Journey to the West, as long as the name is called, it will be sucked in, and it is like a sealed demon in a fairy tale, once a certain prohibition is triggered, it will break the seal.

"What are you, wraith? Devil? ”

"We are the Origin."

"What origin?"

"Yin and yang, light and darkness, the origin of all things."

"What is Terror Island?"

"An island." Black Spirit said.

"A horrible island." Bai Ling said.

"Are you sealed on the playing cards?"

"It's not a seal." Black Spirit said.

"It's abandonment." Bai Ling's voice was sad, like a girl who wanted to cry.

Abandon?

Wei Liang looked around, it was a huge garbage dump, full of all kinds of waste, worn-out black sweatpants, Nongfu Spring bottles, half-missing white keyboards, blurry old photos, a decomposed corpse, and many cigarette butts, if you look closely at its trademark, they are all the same kind of cigarettes.

Yellow crane tower.

Wei Liang seemed to understand something, and asked in a low voice: "Are you also abandoned garbage?" ”

The black and white spirit voice suddenly became angry: "We are not! ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything."

"Say your name."

"Really want to know?"

"What's your last name?" The Black Spirit asked.

"What's your name?" Bai Ling asked.

Wei Liang pondered for a long time and said with a smile: "My surname is Wei." ”

The black spirit laughed three times, hovering and dancing in mid-air, like a black flag, gradually dissipating between heaven and earth.

"Mingliang."

Bai Ling laughed three times, hovering and dancing in mid-air, like a white flag, gradually dissipating between heaven and earth.

The enchantment dissipated, and like the red hearts above, this time it was inexplicably cleared.

The ace of hearts did not burn.

This card is still not of the correct suit.

The ending is obvious, the plum A is the last number in "9981", as long as you step on it, you can get out of here.

But the first note tip is not to step on the club.

And the second note prompts 9981. Hinting that he stepped on a club.

These two pieces of information form a paradox. If you don't step on it, you may be trapped on this huge table forever, just like stepping on it, you will face unknown horrors.

Wei Liang has never been a forward-looking person, because there is no fear, he will not think too much about the consequences of doing things, as long as he has a small certainty, he will try.

He jumped on top of the Ace.

His eyes were black.

He lost consciousness.

……

The sky was overcast, and dark clouds hung overhead. The adjective "pitch black" could not be more appropriate, and the clouds were not ordinary gray, but inky black.

It's a huge garbage dump, and all sorts of objects are that big. The tattered witch doll was the size of a mountain, the leftover half of a fishbone was the length of a tree's trunk, and the half-discarded cigarette butt was like a single-plank bridge.

Wei Liang stood on a discarded card, square slice nine. On a broader scale, it was a tattered wooden table with a pile of playing cards scattered on it, and he had only a small black dot on it, similar to an ant.

Taling's indifferent voice came.

"Game Name: Terror Island."

"Rules of the game: survive for ten days."

"Mission Accomplished: Reward 5,000 Crimson Coins."

"Mission Failed: Buried Here for Eternity."

"Tip: Make good use of the information on sticky notes to increase your chances of survival."

Wei Liang was silent.

A white note appeared on the bottom of his feet with a line written on it: Do not step on the plum blossom A.

Zombies appeared, and after a hard battle, Wei Liang was victorious.

Another white note appeared on the playing card with four Arabic numerals: 9981.

Wei Liang somewhat understood, this is like a game of checkers, by moving one's own position, landing on different cards, each card corresponds to a scene, if a certain condition is reached, you can leave, but one wrong step, you will be doomed.

For example, the plum A. The reminder says don't go up, and there should be some reason.

So what does "9981" mean?

Is it the right way to clear customs? Just move to the designated location four times to get out of here?

He began to try.

The first three numbers are complete, but the last one is in trouble. Because that's a plum A.

The first message is not to step on it. The second message suggested that he go up.

Wei Liang frowned and pondered.

There is an irreconcilable contradiction between these two pieces of information, and one of them must be false.

This time, he chose to believe the first message and did not set foot on the club.

But if this happens, the clue to leave is interrupted, and the table is surrounded by enchantments, and there is no way to escape.

There must be other methods, it must be a misinterpretation of the meaning of "9981", maybe it does not represent the number of playing cards at all, and it can even be said that this is a useless piece of information that deliberately leads people to the point of no return.

He flew for a long time, came to the edge of the table, and stared at the barrier for a long time.

He was a little irritable, and suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred, can he use brute force to break it? Scenes in death games aren't impregnable, like the walls of a bloody ring that can be broken, even if it's a disaster.

Nash's fangs stabbed at the barrier and bounced back. It was branded with red flames, which were the burns of true damage.

Wei Liang's expression was shocked, it seemed that there was a play.

He stabbed it over and over again, dealing very small damage each time, but the droplets eventually pierced through the stone, and the barrier grew fading and eventually crumbled.

Wei Liang sat on the table, panting, this barrier was hard enough, and it took a day to break it.

He spread his cicada wings and flew away from the eerie table.

Below is a huge garbage dump with all kinds of discarded objects and even countless corpses, like a mass grave, which looks very scary.

Everything was surprisingly large, and so were corpses, the size of a mountain for ordinary people. He looked at it, and found a very strange place, these corpses, it seemed that they were all alone.

A man.

Some of them have rotted and have maggots, and some of them are still fresh.

Their faces are blurry and they can't see them clearly. But the clothes can be seen clearly, and they are exactly the same clothes as themselves.

He flew down and landed on top of the corpse.

Getting closer, the fog on his cheeks dissipated, and he was finally able to see the true mask of the deceased's Lushan.

That's his face.

Even if you die, with your signature smile. His eyes were wide open, and he looked at him treacherously.

What a creepy scene.

If Wei Liang was afraid, his hairs would definitely stand on end, and he would be trembling in a cold sweat. It's a pity that he didn't have fear, so he just shrugged his shoulders and flew away.

The dump is huge, at least the size of a small county town, and it took a long time to leave here.

Ahead is a desert.

Wei Liang flew into it, he was not afraid of dying of thirst, there was a lot of food in the storage bag, and he could also create water magic.

The blazing sun was baking him, and the temperature was at least fifty degrees.

Wei Liang was sweating hotly, because the flying speed was too fast, he was blown dry after a while, sweating again, and the water consumption was very serious, so he could only drink water while flying.

Fortunately, the desert is not big, and it took about half an hour to pass through.

Another lake appeared in the field of vision, and the temperature finally dropped.

Wei Liang sat by the lake, drinking water, eating compressed biscuits (these things were bought on Earth, because the food in the Crimson Tower costs Crimson Coins, so he would buy some food that was easy to store every time he returned to Earth), and began to think about the game.

The condition for victory is to survive for ten days.

It's the first day.

As it stands, it's okay and there's no mortal danger. Unlike the game of Xuanzong, Yin Yin would chase after him murderously that day.

Thinking of that game, he took Yin Wuya out of the storage bag, and she just stood motionless, with sadness on her face, poignant and dusty, and a hint of dullness.

Wei Liang's eyes were complicated, and he stretched out his hand to touch her face, but was blocked by an invisible light.

"I'll get you out."

"Definitely."

He finally understood the King of Light's so-called purification, killing all the ugly creatures of Montechi, and the beautiful things were forever frozen in the light of the eternal light.

Pathological notions.

He leaned into Yin Wuya's ear and whispered, "One day, I will cultivate the dark magic to the extreme, imprison the King of Light in darkness forever, and let him also taste the wonderful taste of maintenance." ”

Yin Wuya didn't speak, didn't say.

"Can you hear me?"

"I guess you can hear it. Don't worry, just take it as a dream and I'll wake you up soon. ”

"Let's go to sleep first."

Wei Liang put her back in the storage bag.

A burst of staccato singing came. Small at first, more and more real. It was a language I had never heard before, and I didn't know what it meant, but the melody was very beautiful, tactful and sad, and the artistic conception was long.

The sound source came from the front, on the opposite shore of the lake.

White vapour rises from the lake, and it is impossible to see what is on the other side.

Wei Liang wanted to go over and see who was singing.

Everyone knows how curiosity kills cats, but he is naturally adventurous. Curiosity is not only harmful, but also beneficial, and if humans had not been curious, they would still be primitive animals.

Beyond the lake, on the shore sat a small cabin, similar to the one in the Crimson Tower, only more quaint.

That's where the singing comes from. Sometimes low, sometimes surging, like a whisper, like rolling thunder.

Wei Hao wondered, what was inside? Bad luck or good luck, angel or devil?

He decided to go inside and have a look.

When I came to the door, a touch of white suddenly appeared in the green grass.

It was a sticky note.

Wei Liang bent down and picked it up.

It reads four words: Don't go in!