"What, what?" Ziqi was completely stunned.

A vague figure gradually appeared in his mind, the outline of the mountain above the ice.

After a while, Ziqi slowly spit out two words: "Giant beast? ”

"It should be."

"How completely destroyed?" Ziqi couldn't believe it.

"It's not surprising." Ling Ling paused and said, "After all, it was fed with the power of the entire Wind Harbor. ”

"Hmm." Ziqi slowly lowered his head.

He saw the dappled moonlight dotted the broken ground like clusters of flowers, and every inch of the land was dead except for the moonlight.

"Strange," Ziqi muttered, "why is it so quiet now?" Could it be that the Behemoth has already left? Is the festival finally over? ”

"It's over." "I have a hunch that everything that belongs to the Wind Turbine Bureau is over. ”

Looking at the ruins in the corridor, Ziqi nodded.

Obviously, the glorious Wind Turbine Bureau of the past is no longer there, and the scene in front of you is clearly a wreckage.

No, it should be a corpse!

"We've been fainting for too long, and we don't know if it's lucky or unlucky." Lingling said.

"What, what?" Ziqi didn't understand what Lingling was talking about.

"Big Brother Ziqi," Ling Ling said after calling softly, "You just thought the giant beast was leaving?" ”

"yes, otherwise how could it be so quiet." Ziqi said as it should be.

"No, I think the behemoth is still here."

"Still here?" Ziqi's eyes wandered in all directions, "Where is it?" ”

"Right above us!"

"This, how is this possible? Could it be that the beast is asleep again? ”

"Big Brother Ziqi." Lingling smiled and said, "It seems that you have forgotten what Freud said. ”

"Floyd?"

Ziqi fell into deep thought.

"Knock, knock."

It was silent, and Ziqi could even hear his own rapid heartbeat.

Sigmund Freud, the name is so unfamiliar, it's like a century has passed.

When recalling this name, Ziqi's mind first came to mind the figure of the psychoanalytic beard.

It can be seen that he did not faint ordinarily, but "died" in the game.

Because, the memory of Freud is like the memory of a "past life".

"The Chamber of Darkness, the madman in the Chamber of Darkness has indeed said a lot, and it is as if he has never opened his mouth in his life, and his mouth has never been closed." Ziqi muttered, "He said so many things, Lingling, which one do you want me to remember?" ”

"This sentence is easy to remember, because it has something to do with you." Lingling said.

"Something to do with me?"

"Yes. What does your intuition see in the Chamber of Darkness? ”

"Counts, numbers, countdowns? Death Count? ”

"Yes."

"As a result, it turned out to be a countdown to Freud's own life."

"Otherwise," Ling Ling said as he looked at Ziqi, "whose life could be countdown?" ”

"Behemoth." Ziqi blurted out without thinking.

But after these words came out, a thought suddenly flashed in Ziqi's mind.

"Giant, behemoth?" Ziqi's brows were already squeezed together, "Yes, at that time, everyone took it for granted that it was the death time of the giant beast, why?" That's right, because Sigmund Freud said, he said, the final festival is the moment when the giant beast dies! ”

"Yes."

"Look at the way it looks now," Ziqi continued, "the festival must be over. ”

"Yes."

"So," Ziqi grew excited, "so the giant beast is dead?" ”

"Yes."

"Dead?" Ziqi Huoran looked overhead, and beams of silver light poured down from the broken top like flowing water.

Through the ruined moonlight, he even faintly saw a behemoth fall on top of his head.

"Dead." Ziqi repeated softly again.

"I remembered, I remembered everything." Ziqi suddenly said loudly, "You said that the giant beast is like an apple, it is already dead when it leaves the fruit tree. The people behind the scenes didn't want this apple to slaughter the gods, but they needed some kind of nourishment from it. ”

"Yes." Ling Ling smiled and motioned Ziqi with his eyes to continue.

Through these big watery eyes, Ziqi saw his figure. He was shaking his fists excitedly with round eyes as if he were debating with someone.

And his small figure was wrapped in a pair of eyes that were both smart and full of smiles.

At this moment, Ziqi understood everything.

Because, this smile is clearly encouraging yourself.

So, Ziqi continued.

"If the corpse of the giant beast is above our heads, then it means, then it means that it is useless. Because of the useful part, the essence has been taken away? ”

"Yes."

Ziqi saw that Lingling's smile was slowly blooming, which means that his analysis is not bad?

Yes, there will always be times when you need to face it yourself, after all, you are the only one who plays the game.

During this time, I really relied too much on the spirit.

Ziqi immediately decided to continue to analyze in depth to see where he could go.

"You just said that we fainted for too long, and I don't know if it was lucky or unlucky. At first time, I was confused, but now I slowly have an eyebrow. ”

"Tell me about it."

"Hmm." Ziqi nodded and continued, "We are fortunate to have survived the final ceremony in a comatose state. There is no loss of anybody, and no destruction of anything. If we are conscious, not to mention whether we can survive until this time, we are likely to see some amazing and terrifying pictures, and we will never even want to recall. This is the most relaxed, ignorant and fearless. ”

"In this way, we are really lucky. Like a baby, ignorant, she survived the disaster in the cradle and escaped the danger. Lingling smiled and asked, "So where is the misfortune?" ”

"There are two unfortunate things." Ziqi stretched out two fingers and said, "The misfortune also stems from the fact that we are in a coma and have not seen anyone. First of all, we couldn't get back our companion, and if he hadn't been unconscious, I'm sure I'd have seen Mr. Poker, and maybe he'd changed his mind and never left. Also, there is a jujube ......"

Ziqi couldn't go on.

The current Wind Turbine Bureau is quiet, and the smell of death is everywhere.

Obviously, the chances of Ah Zao still alive are not very good.

Everyone came here to save Ah Zao, but in the end, they were not saved.

"Big Brother Ziqi." Ling Ling said softly, "Regarding Ah Zao, seeing is still believing, don't jump to conclusions too early." ”

"You, do you think Ah Zao is still alive?"

"Of course." Ling Ling smiled, "Of course he has. ”

Ziqi looked at the smiling Lingling and was stunned.

Then, he slowly relieved.

Lingling, the weakest-looking little girl, is the most powerful.

Not only is she far smarter than herself, but she is also far stronger than herself.

"Yes." Ziqi also smiled, "Of course Ah Zao is still alive." ”

"That's right." Lingling continued, "And what is the second misfortune?" ”

"Because of the coma, not only did we miss our companions, but we also didn't see another important person." Ziqi said.

"Who?"

"The person behind the scenes," Ziqi added after speaking, "or the closest subordinate of the person behind the scenes." ”

"Why?"

"After waiting for so long, finally until the day when the fruit is ripe, the person behind the curtain will definitely send the closest people to collect the fruits of labor in person, or at least send the closest people." Ziqi thought for a moment and continued, "But in the end, we still missed it. ”

"yes, I missed it." Lingling looked in the direction of the dark room and said, "Is that lucky or unlucky?" ”

"Be lucky." Ziqi muttered.

Although subconsciously, Ziqi has already decided that the person behind the scenes is the final boss. I missed this time, and I don't know when I will have the opportunity to uncover his mystery.

However, there will always be opportunities.

After all, if you are still alive, as long as you are alive, there are infinite possibilities.

"Yes, of course, lucky."

"But alas, we don't know anything about the people behind the scenes."

"No, Brother Ziqi, it's not like nothing."

"Didn't you get nothing?" Ziqi Huoran looked at Lingling, "Could it be that you already know who is behind the scenes?" ”

Ling Ling smiled, and instead of responding immediately, he reached out and took out a rough piece of paper.

When the Chimera rat was relieved, a smile flashed in his eyes. Lingling unfolded the note and continued, "But I'm in so much pain that I can't breathe. I stumbled towards the dark room, and I didn't know why I was heading there, probably hoping to find some solace in everyone. Just as I approached the door, an old voice came out of it, the essence of the devil's dice is you, in other words, you are the devil's dice! ”

"This, that's what Freud said." Ziqi said in a panic, "Lord Poker, he, he heard Floyd's words. ”

"Yes." Ling Ling lowered his head and continued to read, "The four words of devil dice are like a heavy punch hitting my chest. It occurred to me that the fundamental reason why I was here, and why I had been through so much, was that my goal in the first place was to find the devil's dice. ”

"This ......" Ziqi was speechless.

Master Poker is right, everyone came together to help him find the devil's dice.

It's just that too many things have happened to make this goal slowly blurred.

"Who? Who are the devil dice? I pricked up my ears to listen, and after a suffocating silence, I heard a familiar voice......"

Lingling's words made Ziqi's heart pound, and he had already realized whose voice it was.

Is this fortunate or unfortunate?

In the interval of Lingling's short silence, Ziqi asked himself silently.