The road to the high platform looks straight, but the walk is quite winding.

The spiraling path was a bit dizzying, and although there were many colorful text patterns on the ground, no one dared to look closely.

Along the way, pilgrims crawling on the ground in contact with the earth's writings, the closer they get to the end of the road, the bigger their heads become.

"Do they like to read books or not? I've only met people who don't like to read and are forced to read. Zhou Qiao complained.

The spiral road was coming to an end, and the largest head was already three big heads of Wang Nyima, and even as long as he imagined them standing upright, he was afraid that they would crush his cervical vertebrae.

Just like such a big-headed patient who could no longer walk upright, just when Natsume and his party were only one step closer, he suddenly made a fist with his right hand and hammered his scalp that was red because of too tightness, and his left hand went to his chest, which was almost a miniature model compared to his head.

The moment his right hand touched his scalp, the skull, which was as thin as the protective layer of a toad's egg, cracked. Extra-high pressure inside the skull causes the contents of the skull to eject more than three meters.

The editor, who subconsciously dodged the high-speed spray of liquid, felt for a moment that she saw a rainbow reflected by a mixture of brain plasma and blood and liquid text worms.

The man, who was lying on the ground and had already shot his head, continued to move, and his left hand passed through his chest, pulling out a bright red organ.

"That's liver!?" The social animal man remembered the French meal he once ate.

"This is the legendary liver and brain !!???" Zhou Qiao's voice was even more shocked.

The gushing brains and the still beating liver, after touching the ground, quickly quieted down and dried up quickly, only the text worm contained in it continued to surge, looking for a place to settle on the road that was already full of words.

After only ten seconds, there were more words on the ground that didn't make sense of it, and only the metallic rainbow colors that resembled the section of cooked beef could prove what was going on.

What's even more terrifying is that when everyone wants to find the corpse that lacks a liver and has no brains, the location of the corpse is occupied by a new indigenous subordination, and the corpse seems to have never existed.

The indescribable atmosphere of madness is becoming more and more diffuse.

The team composed of the editor's lady, the fitness man and several others, because of shock, surprise and fear, did not trigger the instinctive vomiting reaction.

Since entering here, Zhou Qiao, who has always regarded this place as a game, saw the scene just now, as if he thought of something, and suddenly urged, "I...... Let's get the job done and get out of this damn world. Walk! Hurry up! ”

The fitness man swallowed his saliva and said, "Let's hurry up and get on stage...... You...... Look at the people in front of you...... The heads are already huge......"

Unlike the two men who made the sounds, Miss Natsume, who was holding a cat, did not speak at all, and her small feet in small brown leather shoes had already begun to jump between the gaps of the Voltaic natives.

The rest of the three, seeing Miss Marker's resolute back, also began to move forward quickly in the same pattern.

After the editor jumped forward for about thirty meters, she asked in a trilled voice, "Natsume-sensei, how can I leave this world?" ”

Natsume in her arms, the old god said on the ground, "As long as you follow the mission prompts, you can leave this world last night and return to the real world." ”

"Yes...... However...... "Miss Editor's pace is a little out of order.

"Nothing. You just have to remember that you are very strong. Natsume said.

The flexible posture of the "good ......" editor finally appeared at the end of the spiral road.

When Zhou Qiao, the last member of the team, stepped into the round platform with his last foot, the sky suddenly darkened.

Several huge heads on the road burst together, and a mixture of brains and word worms sprayed into the air, intertwining into a pair of words, "The City of Sacred Books Contest Centennial Creation Contest has officially begun!" ”

"The game is on?" Zhou Qiao was still questioning, when he heard the sound of skulls exploding one after another.

Unlike before, whether it is a natives lying on the wall or a natives lying on the ground, after the headshot is completed, a text will appear in the air.

"Ding"

"B"

"C"

"A"

"Ding"

These words, which are composed of temporarily stagnant brains, are just a simple word, without even an exclamation point.

However, it was such a simple performance, but the investigator team fell into silence collectively.

The first to speak was Zhou Qiao, "He ...... They're writing a book with their lives!? For...... Why? ”

Because rules, like the words on the walls and on the ground, will actively attract intelligent beings to read them, so as to "transcribe parasitism" into their brains and thus complete reproduction. Everything now is also because of the rules. ”

"Who made the rules?"

"I don't know. But, it's there. ”

"So how exactly do we get the job done? The main god did not say the end conditions, only the rewards for creating different level books. ”

"The main quest requires us to participate in the Centennial Creation Competition. In that case, let's participate...... Feed! Big muscle, are you saying that no matter what damage we get here, we can use points to repair it when we go out? The social animal man asked.

The fitness man nodded.

"Poof!"

The social animal man used the dagger in the newbie gift bag to insert his calf and dig out a piece of meat. Although the intense pain made his expression twisted and hideous, he carefully held the piece of flesh in his hand to prevent a drop of blood from falling to the ground.

"What are you doing here? If you want to participate in the competition, don't you just write? Can't you write? Zhou Qiao took out the book and lifted the pen, and began to write quickly.

The social animal man only snorted coldly and continued his actions. He put the meat in his notebook, and then began to transcribe the words on the ground to the meat with his pen.

Although it is difficult to leave ink marks when the tip of the pen falls on the soft tissue, it is strange that black text worms appear where the brush strokes pass by.

The fitness man and the editor were stunned when they saw this crazy scene.

As soon as the fitness man reacted, he didn't dissuade him, but threw his twenty-sided rational and firm dice.

“13”。

Sanity has dropped again.

Zhou Qiao on the side, as if to prove his correctness, wrote quickly, when he tore off the paper full of words and shouted that I was done. There seemed to be an inexplicable gravitational force in the air, pulling away these pieces of paper, and the papers immediately came out of Zhou Qiao's hands and tore into countless pieces.

Among them, the ink-colored handwriting fell to the ground one after another, and the white paper fragments carrying the ink formed a "Ding" character.

"Hahaha! I'll just say I can ......."

Everyone suddenly heard a voice that didn't even have cold emotions, "Zhou Qiao's points are less than 0, obliterate." ”

The expression of pleasure froze on Zhou Qiao's face, and his body was like a sand sculpture standing in the Sahara Desert, turning into a little bit of dust.

The fitness man swallowed his saliva again, "500 initial points per person." If the score is less than zero, it will be wiped out immediately. ”

"Obliteration?" The social animal man held the meat in one hand and the pen in the other, grinning and saying, "You didn't say it before." ”

There were a few drops of blood beside him that had just accidentally dripped on the ground. In these blood-stained places, the immobilized text worm began to revive.

They are bloodthirsty and multiply rapidly until they consume the last drop of blood and explode on the spot to solidify again.

The fitness man looked at this crazy scene, and felt that his sanity value had dropped a little, "I didn't say it because you didn't ask." ”

When the social animal man heard his answer, he put all his attention back on the piece of meat in his hand.

The worm that he had just written had begun to multiply, and the lump of calf flesh, which was originally the size of a baby's fist, had begun to swell, and it was already the size of the social animal man's own heart.

However, the expansion is not over, and the text worm is still multiplying.

If the previous text worms are still like living tattoos, or the cyan veins hidden under the skin have clear veins, as they reproduce, they are already densely crowded at this moment.

At the same time, the lump of meat continues to grow.

Compared to the slow expansion rate before, it has accelerated exponentially.

"Bang!"

Pieces of flesh the size of a soccer ball exploded, and inky text worms bloomed like fireworks, intertwining in the air into one word "C".

"Points -500."

Only the social animal man's ears remembered the prompt, and when he heard this prompt, he thought, "Am I going to die......"

He closed his eyes quietly, but waited three seconds.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

When he opened his eyes, he saw not hell, but the madness of the City of Books.

"I ...... Why didn't he die? He muttered to himself.

Seeing the brutal erasure just now, the editor who longed for more companions to survive said, "Because your points have not been deducted to a negative number." Do you remember the first main quest? At that time you got 100 points, and after deducting the 20 points you just bought the newbie gear, you now have 80 points left. ”

"Is that so...... the animal man muttered, and he asked the fitness man again, "As long as you go out of the mission world, all injuries and illnesses can be cured, right?" In that case......

"Bang!"

He used the large-aperture pistol in his starter pack, the useless Desert Eagle, to blast his leg.

"Uh-uh!"

Painful cries echoed in the air.

The animal man gritted his teeth and said, "Since the mission is over, all injuries can be treated...... All you need to do is keep a brain...... I...... I have touched the limit of the C-grade book. Just use my legs to complete the task! ”

This time he didn't write the text worm by hand again, as he had already found that it was redundant.

The shattered pieces of flesh fell to the ground along with the bone chips, and the text worms instantly activated and swarmed up.

Having devoured only these small fragments, they were not satisfied, and continued to trace the source along the bloodstains.

The thigh, which had just been alive, seemed to be dripping with a drop of ink, and it quickly began to smudge and turn black.

The entire leg began to expand slowly, and after just a dozen breaths, it expanded from the size of a normal human leg to the size of a Transformer's leg.

"Bang!"

The ruddy and oily thighs with the epidermis propped up bloomed.

"B".

"+100 points."

"Hahaha! I was right! "The social animal man danced in ecstasy.

Just as he was waiting to complete the main quest and leave the quest world, he felt that his head was a little big.

At some point, his body was also filled with worms.

It turned out that the text worm on the ground just now not only squirmed into the abandoned leg along the bloodstains, but also entered his body.

Because his body is more nourished, the text worm reproduces more slowly, so he can see the second grade flower of his thigh bloom.

"A".

The man died.

The appearance of the social animal man blooming is more shocking than Zhou Qiao's instant erasure.

"For ...... Why is this happening...... "Miss Editor was a little devastated.

The fitness man looked at the only surviving teammate, looked at her Sistic collapse and handed her the twenty-sided dice in his hand.

"Throw it on."

The editor picked up the dice and tossed them lightly, "12".

The fitness man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the numbers.

Instead of trying to comfort the editor, he began to explain what the dice meant by rolling the numbers.

"Above 18 points of sanity is excellent, 17 to 15 is excellent, and 14 to 11 is good. When the sanity slips to 10, you will see another world, and everything in that world is full of shadows and frightening......

If sanity continues to decline, these shadows will materialize, and it will not only hurt people with low sanity values. It can also induce people with low sanity values to attack normal people.

If the sanity value is 0, the whole person will become a mess...... I don't know how to describe that thing......"

"You're done?" The editor asked in a cold tone.

"Say...... "The fitness man was a little surprised by ...... change in the editor's wife.

"When that's done, move on to the mission." Miss Editor said.

"Good...... Good ......"

"You're going to write first?" Miss Editor asked.

"Good...... I'll ......," the fitness man replied.

The fitness man who had just finished his promise sat on the ground ignoring the words on the ground and the worm.

As long as those weird words are not looked at, there is no wound, there is no harm.

The gym guy also holds the same pen as the newbie bag, but he doesn't write in a notebook or on his own body. Instead, he took out another book.

The book has a strange appearance, more of a shellfish creature than a book.

On the edge of the rectangular shell, with long teeth, the fitness man untied the crab-like harness, vigorously broke open the two hard shells, pulled out the soft pages inside, and picked a wound with a knife, the blue-green blood fell to the ground, and the text worm went upstream, burrowing into the body of the shell living book and began to proliferate.

The editor originally wanted to ask, "Why didn't you take it out earlier?" But she thought of what the gym guy had just answered, "You didn't ask?" And he swallowed it back.

Obviously, a nominal "teammate" is just a nominal "teammate". As Zhou Qiao, the first to die, said, "teammates" are just tools to use, in the mission world, not only to complete the task, resist external crises, but also to prevent being backstabbed by teammates.

The editor touched the cat's body and asked, "Others are hell, right?" ”

"Snorr, purr." Natsume replied.

The shell book began to swell.

The shell book swells rapidly.

The shell is as big as a yak.

Shell living books are like buildings.

The shell living book parasitic of the text worm opened its mouth like a triumphal arch, and with a "whoosh", the fitness man was swallowed in.

"Hiccup!"

The shell living book spits out a bubble and explodes into a "armor".

Fitness man, death.