Chapter 20: torrential flood (1)
No **** to say.
The tasks are confirmed to be completed, and the main system jumps out to say that it is not. Yan Zhengyan has a new understanding of its shamelessness.
Fortunately, this time is not without gain, at least the reluctance between myself and Zhou Xiaoguan in the first world has ended, and I also know that in one world, we can form a team to act.
The little yellow chicken was afraid that Yan Zhengyan was in a bad mood, so he nestled on the pillow obediently. Yan Zhengyan rubbed the Huang Tuanzi at hand, and pondered the notification of the main system. It said that "system loss" was caused by "confirmation error", which means that the previous world was not owned by the main system, at least not completely by it. Controlled, after all, it can't even confirm the true identity of the characters.
And each world has a reward related to "exploration". Taken together, Yan Zhengyan always feels that the behavior of this horror game space is like a thief - sneakily sending people to step on the spot.
What's the use of knowing this? Yan Zhengyan has no idea of being the savior of a strange world, nor does she take tasks negatively. For her, her own life and going home are more important.
However, the main system cannot confirm the identity of the character, so how does it confirm whether the task is completed? Wouldn't it be possible to submit an answer at will and come back? If it is wrong, only the points will be cleared.
Yan Zhengyan couldn't think of an answer, so he chose to let himself go and kept the doubts in his heart.
"System, give me information about the next world."
"Okay. Known information as follows:
World Class: Intermediate
World Name: Campus Stories
Time: Nine days
Role: Student
Mission: Find Missing Classmates
Rule: None. ""
Campus? It seems relatively simple, but it is another task of tracing people. If it fails, I don’t know if it will be obliterated.
Yan Zhengyan saw that his points balance was zero, and reassured himself that he had spent most of it, otherwise it would be more painful.
The little yellow chicken's black eyes flashed, and it decided to sell it well. It flapped its short wings and flew to Yan Zhengyan's ear and said, "Master, in fact, the next world is not dit..." It fell off halfway, and then it became a mechanical sound: "The system leaks, it's electrocuting."
Nothing? not simple? Not difficult? Yan Zhengyan used his fingers to fiddle with the little yellow chicken that suddenly got stuck and smoked from the corners of his mouth. Although he didn't get any additional news, for the sake of being electrocuted for himself, next time he got points, he would be upgraded.
In the fairy tale world of witches, Yan Zhengyan and several teammates exchanged communication numbers, that is, personal numbers. Now there are no points, and I can only go to the door to pass the time.
No points? ! Yan Zhengyan suddenly thought of something. She jumped off the bed and rummaged through the room, only to find in her backpack a large pile of the previously unused physical recovery agent and half a piece of chocolate bread.
There are still seven days left, I can barely survive on these, but I will be hungry.
She contacted Xu Qing through the system again and wanted to borrow food.
Yan Zhengyan dialed the communication number and was quickly received. The next second, a large computer screen appeared directly in front of her with Xu Qing's face on it.
"Xu Qing, do you have any food left? I want to borrow a little." With an expectant expression.
"No, but I can borrow some from my sister, she still has points. Or I can transfer the points to you directly." Xu Qing showed enthusiasm and sincerity.
"Well..." Yan Zhengyan thought about it and said, "Forget it. I'll sell you a primary magic weapon, do you want it? One hundred points, just thank you. I can give it to you in five days at the earliest."
Xu Qing's eyes lit up, his original intention was to make good friends, and now he can get a magic weapon at the price of cabbage.
"Okay, thank you, Master Yan. I'll transfer the points to you first." Then he flipped the operation.
Yan Zhengyan saw that his points balance became 10,000, and decided to make a magic weapon for him.
After a full meal, Master Yan bought a wooden leaf ornament from the system store, only one inch in size, small, plump and lovely.
Yan Xuezai, who didn't listen to the artifact refining class in the past, thought hard, and finally remembered the simplest basic artifact refining method - tempering the next day.
She directly used the most handy aura, and repeated the steps of grinding, penetrating, compressing and quenching over and over again. On the fourth day, she successfully quenched the wood leaf into a hair-like thinness. Integrate with spirit.
Then she controlled a pure-yin larva that was invisible to the naked eye into the middle of the wooden leaf, and carved a circle around the larva.
Yan Zhengyan, who is a little perfectionist, changed left and right in front of the wooden leaves, and finally completed the first homemade magic weapon after graduation on the sixth night - the wooden leaves that can remove the yin in the body Tattoo stickers, after the larvae grow up, are also a kind of spiritual magic weapon.
After writing the 2000-word instruction manual, Yan Zhengyan sent them to Xu Qing.
No dreams.
The next day, Yan Zhengyan bought the cheapest nutritional supplements and daily necessities, and then continued to refine the pure yin fountain pen while waiting for the next world.
The little yellow chicken is still dozing off.
"Dang! Dangdangdang! No. 373566896 Please pay attention! Due to the failure of the mission, I will enter the world of punishment."
The voice of the main system is cold.
Punish the world? Before Yan Zhengyan could think about it, she felt a familiar dizziness, but when she woke up, she found herself standing on the escalator and slowly moving down.
On the flat ground, Yan Zhengyan knew that this was a huge underground subway station, and she also digested the basic information from the system on the way.
This is a high-level world "flooding", she has no identity, no time limit, no task, no rules.
Because it is a punishment world, she can only return in two cases: get the causal product of the world or walk out of any subway station.
At this time, there were no more than 20 people in the subway station, and they were all adults.
A sloppy drunk reclining against the wall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, carrying a dark green beer bottle; three white-collar beauties in uniform chatting together; five or six The men wearing masks were all wearing basketball pants and sneakers. Two of them were holding a basketball in their hands. They looked like basketball fans or athletes. In the distance, a pair of silver-haired elderly couples were waiting for the subway, holding hands. people are alone.
The most distinctive image of the lonely people is a woman with smoky makeup, she smokes a cigarette, exaggerated makeup, and burgundy hair is shiny. There was also a man in a jumper, with sunglasses and a guitar bag on his back.
The bright red font on the display indicates that the subway has two minutes to stop, and the time is 21:03.
With a whistling, the subway approached.