Deceitful Game

Chapter 199 Three-Player Game

Chapter 199 Eight-Player Game

The most classic Zhou Zhiqing lead-level adventure dungeon is the "Battlefield".

Whether it's an ancient battlefield, a world war, an invasion by Zerg, or an attack by demons, these scenarios are all possible.

Therefore, if possible, Mingper tends to skip all of Zhou Zhiqing Lead-level adventure dungeons.

Because in adventure games of this level, it's very easy to be matched with disaster or war instances.

According to the rule of adventure games that "you can only leave after completing a certain milestone," then in a shorter sense, it's about "completing a tactical objective."

To put it more broadly, it could mean "ending a battle".

Let alone whether one day is enough—a whole week might not even be enough.

The progress bar for the dungeon might outlive Minpe's life.

There is actually only one answer.

Mingpo can only play PvP dungeons.

As for whether to use a lower-level Sun Pseudo-Gold to fight against those "relatively insecure people"; or to participate in a "PVE speedrun"; or to directly use Zhou's Azure Lead to find those crazy people who gave up comfort and chose a challenge—

The answer is self-evident.

Mingpa never refuses a challenge.

Moreover, Zhou Zhiqing's lead-level competitive game has another advantage—that is, Mingpo doesn't have to wait too long.

Shen Yiqi had previously told Mingpo that at this stage, PvP dungeons were almost always queued instantly.

Because at this point, the host no longer needs to find suitable games.

If there are no suitable copies, you can also look for those Zhou Zhiqing-level charlatans who have created their own games.

They are always in a "standby" state—as "champion" or "dojo master," they cannot evade challenges.

The unique feature of this type of game is that among all the players participating in the game, there will always be a "designer hidden inside".

Because this game itself was designed and tailored to the designer's own strengths. It's like the "Twenty Questions of Death" prepared by Gao Song.

The game must be fair, so even the game designers can't blatantly leave themselves loopholes. But he's playing this game more than once—if he wants to keep winning, he needs to minimize the element of luck and at least make himself less likely to lose.

From this perspective, Zhou Zhiqing's lead-level competitive game is essentially a game of "finding the designer."

As for Mingbo—

His advantage is very significant.

When |—

Mingbo tossed a Zhou Zhiqing lead into the door.

Without even glancing at the spreading blue rose pattern, he turned back to look at the television.

as predicted.

The black-screened television suddenly turned on by itself, and the image flickered.

"hehe----"

A bald man was panting heavily, like a fat man jogging.

He was clearly not Asian; he looked American or Russian. His shoulders were very broad and thick, and even the back of his head was wrinkled from obesity or muscle—that was his scalp.

Although he had a fleshy face, his body wasn't bulky; rather, it was quite solid. He gave the impression of a rugby player.

"Run, baby!"

He spoke with a mocking tone, his voice deep and resonant: "Run! If you don't run now, it'll be too late!"

The camera zooms out.

He was holding a chainsaw and slowly approaching a woman like a clumsy bear.

The other person collapsed to the ground in terror, letting out a scream as standard and perfect as the one heard in a detective movie when a corpse is discovered.

The scene shifts.

A black-haired man with spiky hair sat at the table.

He was wearing a black trench coat with a stand-up collar and looked like a cosplayer.

His voice was hoarse but calm as he looked toward the camera.

"Yes, you don't need to lift a finger. Or rather, the outcome is already decided—you understand, right?"

He spoke slowly, his calm tone even carrying a hint of elegance: "Sign it. Sign it, and you'll live."

As he spoke, he reached out and slowly pushed forward on the table, and a contract emerged from his palm and from the black flames.

Then, the camera shifts, and the footage suddenly speeds up: "Don't be afraid, get behind me!"

A young girl in traditional Chinese attire, holding a long sword and wearing a Hanfu with a blue-and-white porcelain pattern that blends Han and Western styles, stares intently at something outside the camera's view with a solemn expression.

The scene changes.

"Aha!"

It was a man with a red floral turban, looking somewhat like a Caribbean pirate or a typical nerdy guy. He laughed meaninglessly, then raised his hand and fired a shot: "Surprise!"

The scene then changes.

"You can take the people with you, but the rules cannot be broken."

A middle-aged man said with a serious expression.

When she saw him, Mingpo was suddenly stunned.

He felt like he knew him, or at least had seen him before, but he couldn't remember who he was.

Immediately afterwards, Mingpo opened her eyes wide.

That is————

Temporary key?

Wasn't she still alive just a few days ago?

"Hang in there—hang in there! We're almost at the finish line, you'll be alright!"

In the dim, lightless jungle, an extremely tall girl, carrying her short companion, ran wildly. Mingpo recognized the person; she was Shi Yue's friend from the band, Chang Ning's childhood sweetheart—that soft and sweet little girl.

She was covered in blood, her arm limply clutching Shi Yue's neck. Her eyes were closed, her fate unknown.

Shi Yue carried her and moved with incredible speed. The surrounding trees rushed past, and the rustling sound of grass being torn apart was incessant.

Mingpo also vaguely remembered that girl. He first met Gao Fan at that girl's house.

Her name seems to be Gu Ke'er?

—Have she and Shi Yue also become deceivers?

But before Mingpo could get into thinking, he saw another familiar person.

"That's a good question."

The man, with a smile and his legs crossed, looked down at the man and asked, "What is a human being?"

"A brain? A lump of flesh? A name? The perception of others? Your reptilian brain? The memories carried by the brain? The soul?"

"If you're confused about even this—then what about trillions of cellular polymers?"

"Don't you find it sacred? Your birth is the sum of countless cells. To those cells, you are a universe, aren't you?"

Those were incomprehensible words. Compared to everyone else, he was the only one whose actions were "incomprehensible."

But he was given the longest amount of time to watch TV.

And Mingpo actually knew this person.

His mentor, who was also the one who killed Mingpo, was Shen Yiqi.

Then, the television screen abruptly stopped.

Accompanied by crackling white noise, the TV screen returned to its static state with no signal.

"—There are actually eight people this time."

There were also two acquaintances.

Mingpo sighed softly and turned to enter the fog gate.