I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 164 Happy Hotel 46

After entering the room, they never came out again.

Song Guicheng fell on the bed, thinking back to the dream he had just had. The Wu Zhi in the dream seemed to be in a different time and space from him. Although his appearance had not changed much, the Wu Zhi lying on the moon had a much sharper and more flamboyant temperament than now.

Is this Wu Zhi's memory? Song Guicheng was puzzled as to why he suddenly dreamed of Wu Zhi's memory.

The wind outside the window blew up a corner of the curtain. Song Guicheng stretched out his empty wrist and looked at it. The blue and purple blood vessels on his wrist were clear and distinct, and the lines were beautiful and smooth.

Could it be that Wu Zhi used his own power to repair my soul? Song Guicheng guessed in his heart.

He could really have escaped death in the confessional just now. His soul had left his body and was being held by the puppet's strings, floating away into the unknown realm piece by piece. If the jade bead had not shattered and Wu Zhi had not appeared, he would probably be dead now.

Why did Wu Zhi save him? Song Guicheng turned over in bed, puzzled by this question.

Song Guicheng never thought that he had any extraordinary charm that could make the gods fall in love with him at first sight. He was puzzled by Wu Zhi's great patience and interest in him, and at the same time, he felt some indescribable panic.

He was afraid that one day the gods would no longer be interested in him, no longer be patient with him, and no longer show favoritism to him, and would freeze him in the deep water of despair just after giving him some hope.

The almost paranoid dependence was mixed with doubt and panic, which often burned his rationality. He could not separate this feeling from Wu Zhi, and only this specific object could make it difficult for him to rationally analyze the cause of his feelings for him.

It seems like it was meant to be, for no reason.

Song Guicheng thought of the words in his dream again, "Lord, I found it." What did he find? The dream was too short, and he only heard these vague contents and knew nothing else.

He also knew almost nothing about Wu Zhi. He only knew that he had eternal power and could attach himself to the NPCs in the dungeon, but his main body could not stay in the dungeon for too long.

Song Guicheng sighed, closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep, hoping to dream about something again.

Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished. He did not have any dreams until he was woken up by Calvin and went down to have dinner.

There were still nine players at the dinner table, plus the couple from the hotel. I don't know if it was because the rain stopped, but the two looked much better. Grayson sat next to Song Guicheng and ate meat and drank.

On the other hand, the players all had poor appetites, and Wang Huixiao couldn't eat at all. The knife and fork in his hand slid across the plate dryly, making a "sizzling" sound that gave people goose bumps.

Xie Siyou leaned closer to Song Guicheng and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what do you think is the possibility of poisoning Grayson to death in the wine?"

Song Guicheng glanced at Grayson's thick beard covered with wine foam, thought for a moment and said, "We have to find a poison that works on him first."

By the time we find the poison that can kill NPCs, it will be too late.

Xie Siyou seemed to know that his thoughts were a bit too naive. He lowered his head in disappointment. After eating two bites of bread, he looked around the table and leaned over again: "Why hasn't Zhao Siyu come out yet? Where is she hiding..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard a scream from the hostess at the other end of the table.

The players who were immersed in their own thoughts saw Zhao Siyu suddenly appear from nowhere, holding a double-edged dagger in each hand. The blades were sharp, and a cold light flashed past the others. The dagger stabbed into the hostess's eyes fiercely. Blood spurted out instantly, splashing on the table, the ground, and Zhao Siyu. Zhou Ting and Wu Haochen, who were closest to the hostess, were not spared and were covered in blood.

Two double-edged daggers pierced through the back of the hostess's head. Zhao Siyu also turned around twice inside her eyes. Two pools of red and white nerve substances flowed out of her eye sockets. The sound of sticky flesh and blood was very bloody.

This incident happened unexpectedly, and everyone's plans were interrupted before they were fully completed.

Wu Haochen wiped the blood off his face and cursed, "Damn it, is she mentally polluted?"

Zhao Siyu did not answer, but gave the hostess a grim smile: "I want you to die! First you, then your husband, everyone in the copy, you all deserve to die!"

Compared to Zhao Siming's darkness, Zhao Siyu is obviously much more rational. She did not blame the players for her brother's death. She knew clearly that it was because of the rules and the ghosts in the copy that her brother died.

But her plan was too crazy and reckless, and no player was willing to cooperate with her.

Then she would take the initiative! Drag all the players into the water! Zhao Siyu thought angrily.

Xie Siyou yelled, "You're f*cking sick."

Song Guicheng was the first to react. He picked up the bowl at hand and threw it at Grayson: "Advance the plan!" The situation was already like this. It was useless to say more. He might as well go all out and kill both of them together.

Everyone suddenly realized and no longer cared about Zhao Siyu who was blinded by greed. Instead, they rushed towards Grayson, but their movements paused in unison.

The thrown bowl made a "crunching" sound. Song Guicheng looked back and found that Grayson had two rows of teeth as sharp as nails in his mouth. They were flashing coldly under the light and were chewing the plate he threw out with a crunching sound.

Xie Siyou was dumbfounded: "Fuck, if he becomes alienated, will he become a waste recycling station?"

Wu Haochen took out his pistol and fired two rounds at him quickly and efficiently. Unexpectedly, Grayson opened his mouth wide and swallowed the bullets directly.

The attacked male owner suddenly pounced towards Wu Haochen, grabbed Wu Haochen's shoulder and was about to bite him. Wu Haochen took out a nunchaku from somewhere, hooked the male owner's wrist with a reverse eight-handed move and pressed down hard. "Crack", Grayson's wrist bone was broken, and Wu Haochen kicked hard and rolled backwards twice.

Who knew that the male owner had such a strong recovery ability? He recovered as before after rubbing his wrist. He was obviously completely infuriated by Wu Haochen. He was panting, staring at Wu Haochen with red eyes. Suddenly, he jumped up, stared at Wu Haochen's neck accurately and attacked him continuously.

Other players also took out their own props, wanting to help Wu Haochen share the firepower.

Feng Qian and Zhou Ting's weapons were whips, one black and one white, which cracked as they hit the male host.

Chen Xinke was holding a meteor hammer and swinging it with great force and destructive power. In just a few swings, the tables and chairs were smashed to pieces. Wood chips and the hostess's blood were mixed together, and the restaurant was a mess.

Xie Si's weapon was a knuckleduster, which could only be used for close combat and not ranged attacks. He stared in amazement at Chen Xinke, who was wielding the meteor hammer like she was performing an acrobatic trick.

Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance.

But no matter what props were used on the male owner, the effect was very short-lived and the wound would heal instantly.

Xie Siyou would go up and hit them a few times when he saw the right opportunity, but it had little effect. He spat and said, "Damn, they are indeed a couple. One has maxed out defense, and the other has maxed out healing."

Zheng Ji Yan wanted to throw the prop to Wu Hao Chen, but it was intercepted by the male host and eaten.

Grayson seemed to have identified Wu Haochen and chased him relentlessly. Wu Haochen fled in a panic while giving a counterattack that was better than nothing.

"I'm going to die! This is a foul. Isn't this a C-level copy?" Wu Haochen cursed angrily after another bullet was eaten by the male owner.

Studio:

[This bullet is an A-level item. It should be more than enough to deal with a C-level monster. Who knew that the dungeon was quietly upgraded?]

[It’s really miserable, I can only say it’s really miserable]

[What a wonderful fight scene, perfect for eating with rice]

[It's okay, we Japanese have a lot of blood]

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[Some viewers’ comments involved the Soul Tracing Game, and the anchor has been blocked. ]

Xie Siyou noticed Song Guicheng standing still and asked curiously, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Song Guicheng frowned and said, "I know why hurting him is ineffective."

Xie Siyou: “Ah?”

Song Guicheng ignored him and stared at the male host intently. He saw that whenever Grayson was injured, a row of very small and dense serrations would appear at that place, covering up all his wounds.

The saw teeth were so small that they were almost invisible. If Song Guicheng did not have excellent eyesight, he might not have noticed it.

"I have an idea," Song Guicheng took a few steps forward and shouted to Wu Haochen, "Let him bite you."

"Huh?" Wu Haochen looked at Song Guicheng in astonishment.

Just as he was distracted, the man had teleported in front of Wu Haochen, grabbed one of his arms with both hands and lifted him up like a chick, then opened his bloody mouth and was about to bite off Wu Haochen's neck.

The man's face was hideous and terrifying, the whites of his eyes were completely covered in scarlet, his pupils were a deathly black, and his mouth emanated a fishy odor, like the smell of a rotting corpse, which made people want to vomit.

Grayson's mouth was already wide open, and in a flash, Wu Haochen heard Song Guicheng shout again: "Get out of the way!"

Wu Haochen subconsciously shrank his neck and moved to the side. A meteor hammer covered with spikes brushed past his face and hit the man's mouth accurately. "Clang, clang, clang", the collision of hard objects made a harsh and unpleasant sound.

The sound doesn't seem to ring in people's ears, but more like ringing in people's minds, making people dizzy.

The man let out a strange cry, his hands loosened, and Wu Haochen collapsed to the ground.

The voice seemed to still echo in his mind, pricking his nerves like a needle. He shook his head to regain consciousness, but found it was of no use.

Not only him, but other players as well.

While his thoughts were hazy, Wu Haochen saw Song Guicheng clamp his legs around Grayson's neck and push him to the ground with a flash of his body. His movements were clean and beautiful, without any delay.

A little paper man appeared out of nowhere and pried the man's mouth as wide as possible. The young man, who was always elegant and gentle, picked up the meteor hammer with one hand and smashed Grayson's mouth open. To be precise, he smashed his teeth with his face. The expression on his face was incredibly cold.

Grayson used his hands and feet to attack the young man who was sitting astride him. Seeing this, Wu Haochen immediately drew his gun and shot. He was unconscious and his shot went wide, but the man was obviously a little slower.

A little slow?

Wu Haochen climbed up by supporting himself on the floor, staggered over, and shot a bullet into Grayson's hands and legs at the closest distance.

"Bang, bang, bang," the knocking and smashing sounds continued.

This was not his illusion. As Song Guicheng became stronger and stronger, the teeth in Grayson's mouth were damaged, and the healing speed of the wound was indeed visibly much slower.

He was delighted, because it turned out that this bastard's weak spot was its teeth.

Wu Haochen patted Song Guicheng on the shoulder and asked, "I have some miniature explosives here, do you want some..."

Song Guicheng rolled off the male host, and Xiaohua grabbed Grayson's legs to prevent him from escaping.

Wu Haochen took out a black miniature bomb from his backpack, detonated the pull ring, and stuffed it into Grayson's mouth. He raised his hand and his mouth closed.

Xiaohua immediately understood Song Guicheng's intention and kicked the male host to the corner of the room.

Song Guicheng: "How powerful is this explosive?"

Wu Haochen scratched his ears and said, "It's very small. I can only blow up this house."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a "bang" and the house shook, and a lot of sawdust fell on top of the head.

The two stood side by side. Wu Haochen had two cuts on his cheeks, bleeding. He was dizzy and stood sideways on one foot. Xiaohua was sitting on Song Guicheng's shoulder. His face was still pale. During the fight, a corner of his shirt was pulled out and fell softly.

The airflow generated by the explosion rushed over, and both of them were motionless, with only their hair flying.

Many of the man's sharp teeth broke out of his mouth and fell to the ground along with the wood chips. He vomited violently twice, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood mixed with his fangs.

Most of the power of the bomb was exerted on Grayson, and the players were not greatly affected.

The man leaned against the wall and climbed up from the ground in a panic, breathing heavily, and the look in his eyes when he looked at the players changed from vicious to mixed with a hint of fear.

Because of his weakness, the sharp and piercing sound just now was much weakened.

Once the flaw is revealed, it gives others an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Xie Siyou was a little excited: "The Boss's health bar is showing!"

The players were excited, and as long as the Boss had health left, they would fight it desperately.

Someone shouted, "Go!"

Players swarmed in, showing off their best skills and using all kinds of martial arts. If one attack didn't work, they would attack a few more times, and if pulling didn't work, they would chop instead. Props flew everywhere as if they didn't want to score points.

Even though Grayson is much weaker, he is not a soft persimmon that can be bullied by players. His attack power is extremely strong and his speed is very fast.

Many people were knocked down, stood up, fell down again, and stood up again. Their clothes were soaked with blood, but they gritted their teeth and refused to give up easily.

Just hold on a little longer, just hold on a little longer and you can pass the level.

At this time, everyone had only one belief in their hearts: to survive, I must survive, pass the level, get out, have a good meal, and have a good sleep.

Under the players' desperate and frantic attacks, the male host finally showed signs of weakness. When Wang Huixiao's machete slashed across his neck, his head fell off without warning, rolled twice on the ground, and died.

Blood gushed out, dyeing the entire first floor into a bright red slaughterhouse. None of the players were spared, and their bodies were sprayed everywhere.

Everyone was injured to varying degrees, and everyone was exhausted. They couldn't tell for a moment whether the blood on their bodies was their own or Grayson's.

Chen Xinke sat on the ground and took a breath: "Dead, both of them are dead, but why..." She covered her mouth with her bloody hands and dared not say any more.

But why hasn't the system prompt popped up yet?

Xie Siyou said dryly: "Maybe it's... delayed?" He wanted to laugh to liven up the atmosphere, but he couldn't smile.

There was no delay in the system, so there was only one possibility left: they had misjudged the main quest, and the way to complete the main quest was not to kill the host and hostess.

“How could this happen… How could this happen…” Feng Qian covered her mouth and sobbed softly.

They fought hard until now, only to find that the general direction was completely wrong. But they had no time left, the inexplicable ceremony was about to begin, and they only had one last day.

Zheng Jiyan knelt on the ground with a look of death, and kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry to everyone, I'm sorry..."

Wu Haochen wanted to go up and help him up, but was waved away. He frowned and said, "Teacher, you are not responsible for their lives. It was their own choice to kill the master and mistress with you. You didn't force them. You can't blame you for what happened now."

In fact, what Wu Haochen said is the truth. How players pass the dungeon or who they follow are their own choices. We are all adults with the ability to judge right from wrong and must be responsible for our own choices.

Zheng Jiyan did not answer him, he was trapped in deep self-blame and unable to extricate himself. The atmosphere was depressing and suffocating.

"You are on the right track."

In the dead silence, Song Guicheng spoke.

All the players present turned their eyes to him, with some anxiety, some hope, and some surprise, but without exception, they all hoped that Song Guicheng could bring some good news.

Song Guicheng was a little short of oxygen. He raised his head and took two breaths. He said, "But have you forgotten that the people who died in this copy will be resurrected."

As soon as these words were spoken, the lively atmosphere suddenly became stagnant again, even more so than before; even breathing stagnated.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck!" Wu Haochen rubbed his head irritably, his facial features twisted into a knot.

Zheng Jiyan heard something from Song Guicheng's words. He raised his head and asked, "Do you have any solution?" There was a slight tremor in his voice.

"There is one."

Song Guicheng pulled out a fiery red card from his pocket. The pattern on it looked like leaping flames, but it was actually a skirt with a blooming hem.

He pinched the card between his slender white fingers, put them close to his blood-stained lips, and raised his eyes slightly. The rich red and the bleak white formed a sharp contrast, with a strong sense of beauty.

Song Guicheng raised his lips and said in a low and calm voice: "Why not burn the apple tree?"