(BL) Learning God Is In Hand, I Have The World [quick wear] BOOK 3

Chapter 510

How high is the probability of being summoned by the forbidden land every time?

Zhuang Li smiled disapprovingly, then held Xuan Ming's hand, signaling him not to worry.

Of course he knew that he was being hunted down by the Lord God, but that was more interesting, wasn't it?

"If K really notices me, then dodging is useless. The game seems to be getting more and more fun." Zhuang Li chuckled softly.

Xuan Ming shook his head and reminded: "K's means will emerge in an endless stream."

Zhuang Li raised his eyebrows with interest: "Then I will have endless fun."

Xuan Ming was stunned for a while, then laughed and ruffled the little devil's hair. As long as the two of them are together, it seems that all disasters are nothing.

"I'm thinking," Zhuang Li looked up at the building shrouded in dense fog, and pondered: "If we destroy K's overall plan, will K personally kill us?" The

two looked at each other, So they understood each other's thoughts instantly, and whispered in unison: "I hope that day will come sooner."

They are tired of this kind of chasing game.

Huang Mao and Xiaodao didn't know who the "k" they were talking about was, but they didn't ask much. Every tasker has a secret and the power to protect it.

Zi Wei raised his wrist and reminded: "The customs clearance conditions are out!"

Everyone looked down at the task manager, only to see a line of words on it: [Welcome to the forbidden land? The world of despair, within seven days Break the despair and you will be among the first players to leave this place alive, please work hard. 】

"What do you mean by breaking the despair?" Zi Wei looked at Zhuang Li.

Zhuang Li looked at the task manager, then at the wooden sign, shook his head and said, "I don't have any clues at the moment. However, the best way to break the despair is to give hope, right? And who does this despair belong to? What? Will this person be our mission target? These questions are the first things we need to figure out."

Everyone nodded, and then silently remembered this sentence - the way to break the despair is to give hope.

"Let's go in and have a look." Xuan Ming pulled Zhuang Li to his side and tightly protected him.

"Huh? Are only the five of us going through the barrier this time?" Zi Wei looked at the empty surroundings.

In the past, each dungeon had to gather 15 players to start, but this dungeon seemed a little different.

"This copy is very special, everyone should be careful." Xuan Ming warned.

Fewer words, bigger things. By the same token, the fewer people there are, the higher the risk.

Everyone looked solemn, and suddenly they were full of vigilance.

A group of people walked aimlessly in this community. The community covers a very large area. Dozens of high-rise buildings are densely arranged, shaped like coffins that are erected, and they are very close to each other, blocking the sunlight overhead. Let the people who live in it be in a dark environment every day and every night.

There is a thick gray fog around the high-rise building, and the gray fog is mixed with a stench and musty smell, like a carrion buried in the soil who was accidentally dug up, which is disgusting and unprovoked at the same time. Generates a lot of horrible associations.

Several people walked through the shadows of high-rise buildings, and their emotions became more and more depressed.

The surrounding temperature is gradually dropping, the air becomes humid and cold, and it feels like drowning and suffocating when inhaling it into the lungs.

Before encountering any danger, Ziwei, Xiaodao, and Huangmao's foreheads were already provoked by this strange atmosphere, dense cold sweat.

"I feel very uncomfortable, my heart is stuffy, and I can't breathe!" Zi Wei said in a hoarse voice.

"So are we." Xiaodao and Huangmao tugged at their necks, their faces full of anxiety.

This dungeon made them feel worse than the last dungeon.

"Desperate world." Zhuang Li chewed these four words again, and slowly grasped a clue. This whole world seems to be filled with an aura of despair, and just the oppression of the environment and the rendering of the atmosphere have already caused a very negative impact on people.

Living in such a dark, dead, and gloomy place for a long time will cause problems with the mentality sooner or later.

Zhuang Li observed while walking, but Xuan Ming suddenly pulled him into his arms and quickly retreated.

Ziwei, Huangmao and Xiaodao also dodged.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled thud, and a small corpse landed on the position where they were standing, and the dark red blood slowly spread, filled with a fishy smell.

Xuan Ming covered Zhuang Li's eyes subconsciously, lest he couldn't stand the impact of this vision.

Zhuang Li took his hand and walked over to check the situation.

This corpse has been thrown beyond recognition, and its head, face, and limbs have all turned into a pool of mud, and its original appearance cannot be seen at all. Zhuang Li could only judge from his clothes, skeleton and height that he was a little boy, about six or seven years old.

Realizing that the blood volume at the scene was less than that of a normal young child, Zhuang Li peeled off the little boy's clothes, carefully inspected his body, and was stunned.

"He was already dead when he fell from the upstairs." He pointed to the bloody abdominal cavity of the little boy.

"I saw it." Xuan Ming added: "When he was still in the air, I found that his face was bloodless, his chest didn't rise and fall, and his body was stiff. Dead people would do that."

"His blood was taken by others. After most of the walk, the abdominal cavity was incised, formed with one knife, and there was no repair, and the internal organs were hollowed out. When he fell, his body was already an empty shell. The person who did this was either a veteran or a surgeon. "Zhuang Li pondered.

Zi Wei, Xiao Dao and Huang Mao turned their heads one after another, unable to bear to witness this tragic situation.

They can never get used to death, especially the death of young children.

Who is the murderer? How could he bear such a hand? It's okay to kill people, why did he take the internal organs and blood? After taking the internal organs and blood, why did he throw the little boy downstairs and smash it into flesh? Shouldn't he hide the body so that the crime doesn't come to light?

Full of doubts, Ziwei, Huangmao and Xiaodao raised their heads and looked at the building in front of them. However, in the next second, they were stunned, and a look of horror appeared in their eyes involuntarily.

"Boss, captain, look!" They pointed upstairs.

Zhuang Li and Xuan Ming looked up and were immediately stunned.

I saw a person standing on the balcony of every house in this building, and these people stared straight at them, their eyes were empty, their expressions were numb, and their faces were gray. A thick fog surged around them, making their figures seem looming.

For a while, Zhuang Li and Xuan Ming couldn't tell whether they were humans or ghosts.

The dead air in their eyes was thicker than the surrounding fog, and this vertical building became more and more like a deep coffin.

"Who are they?" Ziwei stepped back and asked in a trembling voice.

These people standing on the balcony actually gave him the illusion that it was a piece of spirit card. They are still alive, but there is no breath of life at all.

"They should be the residents of the building, right?" Xiaodao answered uncertainly.

If life scenes appeared in the previous dungeons, those NPCs were vivid, thoughtful, and spiritual, and they were no different from ordinary people in the world. They follow their own trajectories, live normally, be happy, cry, and have doubts about the arrival of players.

However, the NPCs in this instance are like ghosts, and they are full of ghosts, giving people a particularly eerie feeling.

Their behavior is bizarre, even illogical. After the child fell for so long, no one came down to check the situation, call the police, or join in the fun.

Their expressions were so cold and numb, as if they had long been used to such scenes.

"I saw two words on their faces, that is despair." Zhuang Li looked up at these people and sighed, "It really is a world of despair."

Xuan Ming hugged him from behind, rubbed his head, and lowered his head. The voice comforted: "Don't be afraid, we will be able to get out alive."

"Of course." Zhuang Li immediately took away his dignified expression and agreed briskly.

The two bosses were so confident, Ziwei, Xiaodao and Huang Mao quickly regained their composure.

At this moment, a sharp cry broke the dead silence shrouded in the gray fog. A middle-aged woman pushed a bicycle and rushed over from the other side of the trail, her eyes staring straight at the corpse on the ground with a panicked expression. And unbelievable.

As she ran, she threw away her bicycle and satchel, and asked hastily, "Is it my Yuan Yuan? No? It should be someone else's child, right?"

She obviously knew the little boy's clothes, so she didn't dare to either. Faced with reality, I had to run over to identify it.

She kept saying negative words, but the closer she got, the deeper the despair and mourning on her face. When she ran to the front, her legs were weak, and she fell to her knees and shouted sternly: "Yuan Yuan, Yuan Yuan! What's wrong with you Yuan Yuan? You should talk to your mother!"

Unfortunately, the little boy who fell from the building The boy is her son.

She ignored the shattering of the corpse, the splattered blood, the bloody face and the cracked brain, and she hugged the child and cried out in pain.

She cried so hard that she almost fainted, and she shouted hoarsely, so she hugged her son so hard that she wanted to rub his small body into her own blood.

Knead it in and give him half of his blood, flesh, bone marrow, and even life, so that he can live again...

"Yuanyuan! Please don't leave your mother! Please!" She buried her face. Entering the broken chest of the little boy, he cried helplessly in the pungent blood.

The blood stained her face and her tears, leaving her in a state of embarrassment.

What is despair?

This is the real despair.

And this despair belongs to a mother who has lost her child.

So Zhuang Li vaguely guessed that this middle-aged woman should be their mission target.

He looked around at his teammates and raised his chin slightly.

Everyone blinked and understood what he meant.

So here comes the question.

The child is dead and everything is irreversible. How can this despair be broken?

The mission has not yet begun, and the mortal ending seems to have been doomed.

The forbidden land is indeed the forbidden land.