Gu Mian never imagined that he would have the treatment of the protagonist of the starting point online article.

But the situation is really weird.

It is obviously unlikely that the earth, which is dedicated to murdering itself, turned sexually.

At this time, another gust of wind blew, and Chu Changge turned his head to look at the direction where the wind was blowing.

The wind seems to be particularly mischievous tonight.

The wind blew the strips of cloth on his wrists with a rustling sound, and even the clothes were caught in the wind, and the night wind blew the man's clothes into a slightly bulging sphere, and then whined away through the cracks.

The moon still hangs high in the night, as if the moon in a fairy tale should be so big and bright.

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

Then Chu Changge slowly spoke: "There is at least one primordial NPC in this dungeon, and it 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 the task of other NPCs.

"Are you still going to stay here?" At this time, Chu Changge suddenly said something that was headless and brainless.

The fat man looked at him a little strangely: "It's not up to us to decide whether to stay in this copy or not, right?" ”

The fat man only glanced at Chu Changge, and was attracted by the huge bright moon behind him, which was covered by heavy dark clouds in the first half of the night, and he couldn't sprinkle any light on himself.

But in the second half of the night, this fantastic and huge moon had emerged from the black clouds, and it burst out with fierce brilliance, and even the forest that had been overwhelming was illuminated like a fairy tale.

No, this turned out to be a fairy tale...... It's just that it's not the same as the fairy tale world they know, it's a strange fairy tale world......

Gu Mian looked up at the moon.

The basket of the little girl with the lighter was still carried by him, but because the road was too bumpy when carrying 007 forward, three of the lighters had long been unknown and had fallen there, and they would have been worth a lot of money if they were sold.

The little girl's clothes that Gu Mian snatched were still there, and at this time it had been crumpled into tatters and stuffed into the basket that originally contained the lighter, which looked extremely miserable.

Thanks to this broken basket, Gu Mian still has some relationship with this copy, so that it will not be ejected directly with a "biu".

It's just that he always feels as if something is coming.

It wasn't the cold wind that came from time to time, but something that was closer and more fitting with this dungeon.

It's a strange feeling.

Gu Mian, who has been targeted by life for many years, has long cultivated a sixth sense that is different from ordinary people, and his ability to perceive danger is extremely strong, so Gu Mian knows that it is not "danger" that is approaching them now, but another strange thing.

This was a feeling that Gu Mian had never felt before, and it seemed somewhat familiar.

At this point, others seem to be aware of something.

Because the howling wind had suddenly stopped, and the shaking branches and leaves had stopped, it seemed that nothing was moving in the dark night.

At first glance, it is an absolutely beautiful picture, a full moon, silver frost, forests, but everything looks very eerie.

Soon, several people present heard an unusual movement.

Chu Changge frowned, staring at the direction where the voice came from: "It's coming." ”

Footsteps could be heard from the dense forest in the distance.

The sound of the dead branches being trampled kept sounding, and the fat man turned his head vigorously to look into the forest from which the sound came, but he could see nothing.

It didn't take long.

The sound of footsteps from afar was getting closer and closer, and finally it was almost close in front of me.

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

Maybe not people.

No life, no fluctuations...... There is no face either.

Only the pen held tightly in his right hand made him look a little more human.

The huge bright moon behind him complemented the faceless facial features very well.

The fat man said silently: "This is what Brother Chu said...... The first NPC? ”

Why did he suddenly appear?

At this time, Xiao Qiao's voice reached his ears, and it was a very firm tone - "Yes"

The fat man subconsciously glanced at her.

I saw that this actor, who usually doesn't care about her acting skills, has completely given up expression control, and at this time, her face seems to fall from her skull at any time and slap to the ground with a "pop".

The visitor finally spoke.

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

He doesn't have a mouth, but he can make sounds.

The voice came from all directions, like all the trees in the forest were coming to life and scrambling to speak for him, and the ethereal voice from all directions gave 007 a headache as he sat by the tree.

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

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

Of course, opening this kind of thing is just Gu Mian's imagination, and there are no facial features on that round face that is as flat as a big cake, and there is no mouth that can be opened.

"Not the fairy tale Andersen you know, I am a different kind of person than him, but I have to develop into such an existence"

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

Gu Mian looked at the not very three-dimensional face in front of him.

Now as long as he rushes forward and saws at this "butcher's slaughter", then the few people present can leave the dungeon immediately.

But a strange feeling rose in his heart that made him not do it.

I have to say that this origin NPC is really nonsense, and a few people here listen to him tell the story inexplicably - let's call it a story.

"I was born out of fear, joy and remorse"

"When I was born, there was darkness around me, but there were countless emotions surrounding me, and I began to explore slowly"

"Slowly, I got a lot out of these feelings, including happiness, anger, regret, sadness, and many, many others, but I couldn't learn until later, I discovered something more colorful."

"That's everyone's story"

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

The wind had stopped, but he felt an even more terrifying, chilling cold.

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

"Everyone is a strange world, I groped for their stories, and then I kept thirsting for something new and different."

"But it's not enough, it's far from ......"

"Probably because my desire was so intense, God gave me a pen, and I started writing my own story."

Chu Changge listened silently.

The moonlight shone on his lenses, a cold light.

This copy wasn't like this before, it was already mutated.

"I keep leaving the colorful people and let them be part of the story, and my story is expanding, and as you can see, it has become so prosperous......"

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

Spirits were produced.

Soul.

It's incredible, but the facts are already there.

It could have been a zombie-infested world or a ghost-infested hospital, but none of that mattered anymore.

This copy gives rise to the "Spirit"

An Tusheng is the soul of this copy.

He forcibly erased all previous existence, and then stubbornly began to write his own story.

He forcibly cut off control of the game in an attempt to keep all the players with him.

It's unheard of, unheard of.

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

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

Can a copy actually produce a soul? It's ridiculous.

It should just be a set of data, a pitiful set of data that can be erased at any time.

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

He smiled.

A smile without facial features makes people feel very strange, as if their brains suddenly laughed for no reason.

"Everything can have life, even if it's a set of data, a piece of numbers"

"The meaning of life is originally to carry the feelings of others"

"As long as someone gives sincere feelings, whether it is resentment or expectation, whether it is sadness or joy, as long as someone still remembers it in their hearts, and someone can never forget it, it is to exist and to live"

"That's why I have life"

"And I am here today to tell you something......"

When An Tusheng said this, An Tusheng suddenly paused, and the fat man's head was excited, and he felt as if he was about to say something unpleasant.

Really.

"You know, there is something different from me, it can only carry a relationship, and if this relationship is forgotten, then it will sink forever in the darkness until it ......"

"An Tusheng!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by an extremely loud voice, as if in a hurry to interrupt the sentence, and even his tone changed a little.

The voice came from the forest, and no one could see who was making the sound.

007's forehead jumped.

She couldn't understand the current situation, who was the person who spoke in the forest? What exactly does An Tusheng mean?

And just after the words "An Tusheng" reached the ears of several people, the scene in front of them suddenly distorted.

This situation Gu Mian has seen a lot, and it is a precursor to leaving the dungeon.

It's just that this time it's very strange, they didn't do anything to this dungeon, and they didn't do anything to this dungeon, and it will automatically expel the players inside?

And even the copy reviewers didn't come out.

Gu Mian didn't understand An Tusheng's last words too much.

The first few sentences are very easy to understand, but the last one is interrupted......

As he thought, he looked up again, looking through the distorted space at the featureless being who was still standing in front of him.

At this moment, he seemed to hear An Tusheng's voice seeping out of his heart.

"There's no time."

Then there is the extreme distortion of space.

It's as if everything was twisted into twists and then broken into pieces.

Gu Mian suddenly felt a little numb in his head, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in the ticket booth.

Next to them were Chu Changge and the fat man who came out together.

This time I left the dungeon a bit abruptly.

For some reason, the quest evaluators never appeared, not even after they left the quest.

It's as if the reviewers didn't even know they had entered this copy of Fairytale City.

At this time, Chu Changge next to him was still frowning.

He also noticed that the copy just now was unusual.

"There are no evaluators, is it because our copy data has been erased?" He looked at the door of the ticket booth.

There was still a continuous snowstorm outside, and the heavy snow had accumulated to a terrifying thickness, and Gu Mian estimated that the thickness of the snow should be up to his knees.

Now is certainly not the time to observe the thickness of the snow.

He came to his senses, and the data was erased, which meant that there was no reward.

But that's not what Gu Mian cares about.

A "spirit" was created in the dungeon, and this "spirit" told them some unbelievable things in the dungeon, and finally secretly erased the data they had entered that dungeon.

No matter how you look at it, it feels strange.