"He, he, he's dead?" Ziqi said in disbelief.

Lingling raised his head, and the vague figure like a mountain above the ice was unusually quiet, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep. But the slightly undulating lines stubbornly prove that it is still alive.

The countdown is finally over, but the Behemoth is not dead.

"It seems that the countdown you see is not a record of the end of the giant beast," Ling Ling said, turning his head to look at Ziqi, "but a record of Floyd's end." ”

"This ......"

Ziqi immediately raised his head, and the ice was like a big mountain pressing on it, which was suffocating.

However, the mountain is indeed trembling slightly.

The bright red numbers were nowhere to be found with Floyd's fall.

Ziqi had to believe that he and Freud had made a mistake, and that the death time did indeed belong to Freud himself.

But why is he so convinced that the countdown has nothing to do with him?

"At the end of the day, I still haven't figured anything out." Ziqi shook his head in disappointment.

He can't remember how long he's been in the game, but in this world, even if Ziqi opens his eyes wide and tries his best to see, it's like seeing flowers in a fog, he can't see clearly, he can't see really, he can't understand.

He had no clue about everything in the game.

For example, where to go, what to do, and what is the ultimate goal of the game.

If you don't even know this, what else are you talking about clearing the game?

Just when Ziqi was feeling uneasy, he met Floyd.

This majestic director of the Wind Turbine Bureau is like a lighthouse in the vast sea, bringing all the hope to the lost Ziqi.

Moreover, he himself said that he would tell everyone everything he knew.

Just when Ziqi finally saw hope and listened silently, the lighthouse fell to the ground with a bang.

Although he said a lot, Ziqi was desperate to find that after eliminating the useless rhetorical part, he had almost nothing to gain.

The more Ziqi thought about it, the more desperate he became.

"And, and at the end of this dark room," Ziqi said with a trembling hand outstretched, "there is no exit at all!" ”

"Brother Ziqi, have confidence in yourself." Ling Ling said lightly.

Confident?

Yes, have faith.

Ziqi suddenly remembered the promise he had made to Rey when he entered the game, even though it was like a memory of his previous life.

"Besides, it's not like we don't know anything." Ling Ling looked at Ziqi and said, "On the contrary, we know at least three important things. ”

"Three? Which three? ”

"The first," the clear eyes of the spirit sparked, "is the true face of the devil's dice." ”

Ziqi Huoran froze in place, as if he had been struck by lightning.

What the devil's dice really are?

The devil's dice are himself!

Although this does not mean anything, why is my heart so sad, as if I have been betrayed by someone closest to me?

By whom?

Of course, it was his father, the patriarch of Jiang.

After listening to Freud's words, Ziqi faintly felt that Patriarch Jiang was not a kind and simple person, but a person like Freud.

The same madness.

But what about this loss?

"You," Lingling's gentle voice came, "sad? ”

"No, no." Ziqi immediately denied that he didn't want to look vulnerable in front of Lingling, a little girl around ten years old.

"I understand." Lingling smiled, "I understand why you're upset. ”

"I ......"

"It's like being abandoned by someone closest to you." Lingling said softly.

It's really in a word.

This little girl actually has the ability to see through people's hearts.

"How do you know?" Ziqi asked.

"The words I heard with you." Ling Ling said lightly.

Ziqi had to observe the spirit next to her, on her handsome face, a pair of big eyes were very clear, like an autumn stream, calm and calm, containing a kind of light and light power.

Ziqi was puzzled again, is Lingling really an NPC?

She is different from herself, she does not have habitual mood swings like herself, but has been thinking calmly and persistently about problems and looking for clues.

Compared to himself, Lingling is like a real gamer!

"That," Lingling looked a little uncomfortable, "You also understand that Patriarch Jiang doesn't really love you, but sees you as a tool. This creates a huge psychological gap for you, so, you are sad. ”

"Yes, yes." Ziqi muttered, "But where does my psychological gap come from? ”

"Perhaps," Ling Ling smiled, "the first story from Freud is the story of Patriarch Jiang braving the wind and snow to send you to the hospital. This left the first imprint in your heart, making you subconsciously full of respect for Patriarch Jiang, because, at that time, we didn't know the rest of the story. ”

"Is that so?" Ziqi asked rhetorically, not like he was asking Lingling, but like he was asking himself.

"Brother Ziqi, Patriarch Jiang is not as beautiful as we imagined." "He, he's just like Freud. I also don't think you have a deep relationship with him. ”

Yes, Ziqi asked himself silently in his heart.

Isn't it all as the Spirit says?

I haven't even seen Patriarch Jiang's face, how deep can I feel?

"Brother Ziqi, it's a good thing to know that you are the devil dice." Ling Ling said with a little excitement.

"A good thing?"

"yes, just look at it from a different angle."

"A different angle?"

"Yes," Ling Ling said with a small crystal hand, "strip away the illusory false love for Patriarch Jiang, and don't lie to yourself." At this time, you will find that it is a wonderful thing to be the devil dice. ”

Wonderful thing?

Ziqi's eyes gradually regained their brightness, and he understood what Lingling meant.

On this island, that particular instinct is so useful that it can do a lot of things.

Now, I don't have to worry about when my intuition will arise, because I already know how to wake it up.

"Yes, you're right." Ziqi gradually became excited, "What about the other two things?" ”

"The second thing is," Ling Ling said after a pause, "God Slayer. ”

"God Butcher? Is that what Freud just said about feeding wild beasts? ”

"Yes."

"But what does this mean?"

"God Slaughter, as the name suggests, is to slaughter gods."

"But is there really a god on this island?"

"Yes, that's ......"

Before Ling Ling finished speaking, Ziqi reacted.

"Washigami? Watarami-sama? Ziqi shouted loudly.

"Yes." Lingling smiled.

"Slaughter the Watarami-sama?" Ziqi Huoran looked at the mountain-like blurred figure above the ice, "The purpose of feeding this giant beast is to destroy the only god on this island?" Why? ”

"I think we're getting closer to some core secrets." Ling Ling didn't answer Ziqi's question, but asked rhetorically, "Brother Ziqi, do you remember the camel god?" ”

"Of course I remember, but it's a long name."

"Yes, although it hasn't been a long time since he left the strange fish, the camel god is as strange as the person he saw many years ago. This underground labyrinth is too deep and too long. Lingling stroked her hair and continued, "Do you remember the choice of the camel god? ”

"The choice of the camel god?"

Lingling's sudden question suddenly made Ziqi stunned.

He thought for a long time before he slowly spit out a word: "Run? ”

"Yes." Lingling also responded with a word.

"What, what do you mean?"

"I think there is more than one person who knows the true face of Lord Watarami."

"This ......"

"The camel god is very powerful, he can gather so many people and build such an ark."

"Well, but ......" Ziqi still didn't understand.

"Let's assume for a moment," said Lingling, holding out two fingers, "what if two people knew the true face of the Watari?" ”

"Two people?"

"Yes, what if the second person is also as powerful as the camel god?"

"He, he's going to snare his own strength, and then, and then ...... Oh, I see. Ziqi suddenly realized, "If the true face of the god is not the justice and rules of this world, but disasters and misfortunes, then those who know about this matter will definitely find a way and take action!" ”

"Yes."

"But the actions taken are not necessarily the same."

"Yes."

"The camel god chose to leave, and the person behind the scenes, the adult chose to resist?"

"Exactly." Lingling said with a smile.

"I see." Ziqi suddenly felt enlightened.

In the face of disaster, there are only two ways to go, turn away or fight back, there is no third way.

Ziqi vaguely felt that the goal of the game was finally clear at this moment.

That rumored Lord Watarami must be the final boss of the game!

And what you need to do is to choose one of the two paths of escape and slaughter, and go on without hesitation.

Which path to choose?

Ziqi measured it in his heart.

"To establish such a big port, such a wind management bureau, and feed such a giant beast, the people behind the scenes must not be simple." Ziqi muttered.

"Yes, it's certainly not easy to make a guy like Freud do what he says."

"But, can this giant beast really destroy the god of crossing?"

Ziqi looked above his head again, and the mountain-like shadow obscured the sky, as if showing off its power.

"Even if you can, even if you can slaughter the gods." Ziqi felt very blocked in his heart, "But this giant beast, this management bureau, this wind port, all of this gives people a very evil feeling." What is the difference between what the man behind the scenes is doing and the legendary Washigami-sama? ”

"Yes, so," Ling Ling fully understood what Ziqi meant, "you want to choose the camel god?" ”

"Yes." Ziqi gradually became excited, "Let's go to Master Poker now, find a way to rescue Ah Zao, and then go to the camel god together!" ”

Ziqi became more and more convinced that he had found the right direction.

Because he vaguely remembers that when she left the camel god, she once gave Master Poker a firework.