Of course, I was not affected by a few words, and I watched coldly.

From the standpoint, she is just an observer, not a participant.

Objective evidence is always greater than one's own thinking and judgment, and once oneself deduces a reasonable process, so as to subconsciously set a goal, one begins to see other obvious or hidden clues, and only ******** wants to find evidence to prove one's conclusion, thus blinding the truth of the matter.

This is her heart.

Both sides chose to refuse, and the plot began to continue.

It was late at night, and the howls of the night owls set a rough frame for the coming night, and the silent silence became a large blank space under the frame.

The sea sand turned into a fish and slowly walked out of the gate, and suddenly a black-clothed red man appeared not far away, and he slowly floated out of the town and disappeared into a vast reed flower.

Ling Yan looked at the dark and silent distance, and began to equip the rusty knife, although the equipment was gone, fortunately, the move was not forgotten, and it was better than nothing.

The sea sand turned into a fish and walked around the village, and after confirming that there were no other clues, he followed in the direction where the figure had disappeared.

After walking for an unknown number of miles, the figure kept a short distance from her, and the closer the sand turned into a fish, the faster the person moved.

Ling Yan looked at the blurry back, and suddenly used a great light skill, hoping to catch up with him, that person also flew, and flew faster and faster, just when her strength was finally exhausted, the shadow stopped, and the sea sand turned into a fish, and also fell from mid-air, almost seriously injured and died.

Taking a breath, he got up on the spot, and looked around again, and there was silence again, and there was no trace of human breath.

She walked forward, and the only sound of her boots on the puddle could be heard in her headphones, and the surrounding area was even more deserted.

As we go deeper and deeper, the puddles turn into swamps, and the screens are as if they have snow blindness, with no direction or focus.

The whimpering sound of a man and a woman sounded like a gossamer, a very small sound, but in such a quiet night, it was extremely abrupt.

Ling Yan quickly turned his gaze, and a black-clothed red-haired figure appeared in front of him out of thin air, and half of the screen was red like blood.

The sea sand turned into a fish and raised the rusty knife in his hand, and the strange back could be seen, as if it was taken aback, and then laughed, as if crying, and it was extremely frightening in the middle of the night.

The mouse moved extremely slowly over him, not an enemy, but it didn't trigger a dialogue.

The sand turned into a fish and slowly took two steps back, and the figure half-crouched there in a strange twisted position, its shoulders shrugged as if it was tearing at something.

The half-crying and half-laughing whimpering sound gradually began to become clear, and he listened attentively, it turned out that he was muttering, choose me, choose me, choose me, choose me, choose me......

There are no hints, no dialogue, no other context, just such a strange figure who doesn't know what to do.

The sea sand turned into a fish and stood in place for a long time, and just as he wanted to continue clicking to continue the conversation, the man slowly turned around.

It was a shaggy, fox face.

Before he could make any movements, he was dropped into an aperture again.

It's still that small mountain village, and it's still a bright spring, with birds singing and flowers.

This time, however, no NPCs came to talk to each other, and the sea sand turned into a fish and walked between these strange villagers.

When I walked to a room at the head of the village, a white flag was erected in front of the house, and the cry was faintly heard.

The scene continues.

The family was not buried, but several people with solemn faces came to the door, carrying a body wrapped in white cloth and burning it to ashes in the midst of their cries.

As more and more such scenes appear, it is known from the words of most NPCs that the village is infected with the plague.

Everyone began to panic, and everyone began to gather in the ancestral hall to discuss a solution.

Eventually, the witch doctor in the village finished divining the divination and announced that the village had suffered a curse, and that it was necessary to sacrifice boys and girls like the mountain gods to escape this fate.

Suddenly there was mourning all over the field, and all the families with children cried and shook the sky.

In the end, through some kind of ancient ritual, two people were finally chosen.

In the girl's family, there are two sisters, the elder sister is from her ex-wife, and the two sisters are half-siblings.

This time, it was my sister who was chosen.

The final result, self-evident, is that the one who will be sacrificed in the end has become a sister.

I had been looking at all this from the perspective of a bystander, but on the day of the sacrifice, I was watching the ceremony go on, when suddenly my vision blurred, and when it became clear, I found a little girl next to me holding her hand and asking timidly: "Daddy won't let Ruo'er die, right?" ”

What's going on?

Ling Yan hurriedly changed the third-party perspective, and found that he couldn't change it, looking at the NPC image that the main perspective was obviously not his own, and he was a little confused.

She was now standing on a high altar, and then looked at the sad-faced villagers below, all of whom had become all the people in her friend column.

Do you want to bring harm to your relatives and friends?

If you fail, will it also affect others?

Ling Yan hurriedly got on YY and hurriedly asked everyone.

"You guys, do you feel anything is wrong?"

Ling Xiang: "No, what's wrong?" ”

Ling Yan: "Really? Nothing to suggest, or account lockout, right? ”

Ling Xiang: "What the hell is going on, it's normal, but you have to say something to prompt......"

Ling Yan's heart sank: "Is there anything wrong?" ”

Ling Xiang: "There is a prompt system update in the morning, please go offline as soon as possible to avoid account losses." Nope! ”

Ling Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare to have a 100% guarantee that it would be harmed at all.

But now I have no choice but to follow the plot little by little.

Wait, choose?

The strange figure seemed to be muttering all of this.

She suddenly remembered that the name of this adventure was called the Chosen One.

Could it be that such a ring is set up to force players to make a choice?

And there has been no choice, and the punishment will escalate step by step?

In other words, the rewards will also be upgraded step by step.

What to do, do you want to gamble?

If you win, you may get a huge reward that you can never imagine, and if you lose, you may lose everyone.

Her hand rested lightly on the mouse, and she didn't click anymore.

Ling Yan lightly opened Jing Qiao's private chat: "If you encounter a very urgent situation, sacrifice your relatives and friends to protect yourself, or sacrifice yourself to protect your friends, what will you choose?" ”

Jing Qiao asked her, "Why did you suddenly ask such a thing?" ”

Ling Yan: "Just assume it, how will you choose?" ”

Jing Qiao: "I don't choose either." ”

Ling Yan: "What if you have come to that point and have no choice?" ”

Jing Qiao: "Then I choose to believe in myself." It is in the people who plan things, and it is also in the people who make things happen. (To be continued.) )