"—Brother, brother? Brother, wake up, brother, brother, don't sleep anymore-"

In the chaos, he heard someone shouting loudly.

He wanted to raise his hand and move, but his body seemed to have completely cut off the connection with his brain. The darkness as thick as a dark cloud pressed in front of him, and his eyelids seemed to be as heavy as gold and stone.

He wanted to open his mouth and inhale, and the airflow suddenly poured into his lungs, scraping through his throat, and it seemed to have a fragmented and flocculent touch.

"Ahem cough cough..."

He was awakened by his own cough.

Control of the body was restored bit by bit, and he saw a dazzling, blazing light.

Next to him, the young man stood beside the bed, his face full of worries.

The young man stretched out his hands and moved a white ball on his chest away.

"Brother, this white cat came from somewhere... so fat and heavy. If I move it away, it can jump up by itself..." Mo Yan threw the cat on the floor like a stone, making a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. The white shadow jumped up quickly again, and was hit by Su Mingan with one hand like playing tennis.

"Peng!"

The white balls hit the wall heavily, and the wall powder fell off and rustled.

Su Ming'an sat up, and the orange value in the upper left corner was clearly 50.

Very low.

No wonder, he felt that it was not normal to see things.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the system time. It was five-thirty in the afternoon.

...I slept for a long time.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Just morning...Brother, you fainted after being looked at by that weird guy, but he didn't shock you, but asked a girl to send you back...We then recited the history of the development of Baisha Paradise, and then were forced to have lunch.Brother, you have been lying until now." Mo Yan said: "It's free time to move around, and other players are searching for clues. I'll see if you're awake, brother."

"Girl." Su Mingan accurately found the key point in Mo Yan's words: "Is it a player?"

"It shouldn't be a player?" Mo Yan thought for a while and said, "She is number 29. I don't know if it's a player or a npc, but she doesn't look like a player. She's too calm."

"Do you know her name?"

Mo Yan thought about it and took out a name from his memory:

"The weird guy called her [Dongxue]."

...Winter snow.

Su Mingan was stunned for a moment, and then heard the system prompt.

【Get key clues·Dongxue】

[(Dongxue): "I met her who is still alive."

"She's so young no matter what time."

“——Like I used to be.”]

...

Su Mingan looked at the clues and suddenly felt a little confused.

The words in front of them seemed to be twisted together, as if intertwined in a broken vortex.

He stared at the words that began to circle in front of his eyes, and reached out to touch them.

His five fingers bent to form a grip. He stretched out his hand and tried to hold the clue in his hand, as if this would allow him to completely crack it.

“——Brother?”

Mo Yan's words interrupted his movements.

He suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at Mo Yan.

...Mo Yan should have discovered something wrong with him long ago.

Whether it was the number one compiled, or the extremely obvious Yarman Sword and the White Cat, these signs were added together, and he didn't believe Mo Yan couldn't see his suspiciousness.

His skills are exactly the same as the first player, and even the white cat appeared in the live broadcast room.

He stretched out his hand and looked at his finger.

Above the fingers, black light flashed like a beating fire.

“——Big brother, big brother?”

Mo Yan next to him couldn't help but speak, with a little panic in his voice. He felt that the elder brother who had just woken up suddenly had a little abnormal look.

...That was a completely different look from before.

Cold and empty, as if looking at everything in a straight face.

When he met his elder brother's sight, he seemed to feel a big hand holding his heart instantly, as if he had encountered a flood beast, as if an animal met a natural enemy.

...That is a sense of crisis that if you are not careful, you will be killed instantly.

Mo Yan never thought that his kind brother would show such a look to him.

"Brother, are you mentally wrong? Brother, you are better off! Come on, brother, come and learn from me to take a deep breath, breathe...breath..."

Mo Yan took a few steps back and used the relaxation trick he learned before being involved in the game.

He saw the eldest brother slowly closing his eyes.

Three seconds later, the elder brother opened his eyes again.

The sense of crisis that could swallow him up at any time fades away little by little.

"Brother." Mo Yan wiped his cold sweat: "Brother, are you okay..."

Su Mingan was silent for a moment and blinked: "It's okay."

He got off the bed and stood up: "In the next few days, stay away from me."

"Brother, you can't abandon me, if I encounter any danger next..."

Su Mingan glanced at him and withdrew his gaze.

"I'm more dangerous," he said.

“…”

Mo Yan also fell into silence.

After experiencing what happened just now, he couldn't guarantee that his dear brother would suddenly attack him one day.

In this dungeon, the player's mental state seems to be very unstable. I can't guarantee that all teammates who were still discussing clues last moment will fall into madness the next moment.

Mo Yan saw his elder brother standing beside the bed, lowering his head and not speaking.

The blue and white hospital gown was put on his body, and the long scars on his pale skin were particularly hideous and dazzling.

"Brother, please sleep more." Mo Yan said: "Although I don't know what that weird guy did to my elder brother, it seems that it is not normal for me after that... I heard that sleeping is the best way to restore my mind. My elder brother must ensure sleep at night."

"If it's a game, making a garland on your head might be effective in restoring your mental state..."

Mo Yan heard the elder brother muttering to himself.

He was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing: "Brother, you are so good at making fun of it. You can still joke at this time..."

He smiled and suddenly met Su Mingan's stagnant eyes.

As if the black inside suddenly pulled in, Mo Yan felt a moment of heart when he saw the other person's eyes.

The dark silk thread slowly penetrated into his vision.

The writhing and suddenly enlarged viscera was compressing his field of vision.

Mo Yan was still in place, his breathing became shallower.

The cold air flow rushed from the trachea and poured into the lungs. The stomach and intestines seemed to feel like swallowing gold and sinking into the belly, and the calves became weak, as if something was dragging him down.

He felt like a wooden stake that had been nailed to death, and the calm vision that looked over was like an iron hammer, one after another, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, it kept hammering him into the floor.

...The eldest brother doesn't seem to be joking.

Mo Yan's eyes were condensed in his eye sockets. He tried to move his eyes away, but he could not move his eyes at all. The whites of his eyes seemed to be squeezed and condensed air, leaving no room for movement.

And the next moment, Su Mingan turned his head.

The gathering eyes are staggered.

As if his big hand that had grabbed his heart suddenly released, Mo Yan took a step back and almost failed to stand firm.

He held the wall, gasped heavily, his whole body trembled like a sieve, and his eyes were still panicked.

Cold sweat slid down Mo Yan's cheeks, he gasped, his fingers bent unconsciously.

...It's just a look.

Simple, looking at each other with the big brother who is also a player.

His san value was instantly reduced by five points.
To be continued...