Please draw your way of death

Chapter 113 The Position

Leaving from Huaiwu, although Meng Qishu headed towards the study on the top floor, he made a detour and left halfway up.

Walking in this direction is just to get rid of Huai Wu, if he doesn't do this, Huai Wu will probably be watching his every move in the hall.

As for whether Omelande failed to see him in the end, whether he would continue to send Huaiwu to look for him, that would be considered later.

Meng Qishu left by another road, stopped in a certain room in the building opposite the study on the top floor, moved a chair and sat down next to the window sill.

From here, he can observe the movement of Omilander on the opposite side very well. If there is anything abnormal, whether it is running for his life or going up to meddle, he will have enough time to react.

Although he really wanted to settle an old score with Omi Lande, but rushing up without preparation was undoubtedly giving the person opposite him a head.

Ning Mian is definitely thinking about countermeasures now, and before Ning Mian finally makes a move, it is what Meng Qishu has to do.

Although in the current situation, it would be better for him to go directly to Ning Mian to discuss countermeasures, but...

Meng Qishu rubbed his forehead with one hand, and sighed slightly sadly.

In Ning Mianzhong's eyes, he is not only Meng Qishu, but also a copy NPC who acts for the copy without emotion.

If he just rushed over to tell Ning Mian that he was finally back, what about after completing the mission?

The probability of two people encountering the same copy is one in tens of thousands. This was clearly known when Meng Qishu was still alive, and it was precisely because of this that he finally asked Ning Mian to "live well".

After all, probability is just probability, and it is obviously not worth the candle to increase the number of times you enter the copy for a probability.

Although the system can help players who have successfully cleared the dungeon to avoid the risk of death in reality, it is obviously impossible for him to go back as a dead player.

He didn't know how to face Ning Mianzhong when they met again. Perhaps it was the best choice to let him complete the task and leave without any emotion as an NPC.

But... is this really the best option?

Meng Qishu stopped rubbing his forehead, put his palm on his forehead, then wiped it off, and stopped at the lower half of his face.

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his slightly raised eyes were full of entanglement and confusion.

The breath hits the palm one after another, stuffy and suffocating.

Meng Qishu leaned back, looked up at the ceiling above his head, took his hands away from his mouth, and exhaled again slowly and heavily.

I have never felt that there is one thing like this... Difficult to choose.

With Yang Yin's help, Ning Mianzhong's plan went smoothly.

After contacting the players in the main hall, everyone cooperated beyond Ning Mian's expectations, and expressed that they could help the two of them hold off other blood races at critical moments.

"Is it really okay for just the two of you to deal with the dungeon boss? If you can't handle it, we can help."

"The two of us can do it. The venue of the hall itself is relatively small. If there are too many people, it will not be conducive to displaying it." Yang Yin thanked the other players for their kindness, and said, "As long as we can cut off Omeland's backup, the rest Leave it to us."

After discussing the follow-up details with the players, Yang Yin turned around and saw Ning Mian finally leaning against the window, holding a shining card in his hand.

"This is the third location card today, right? Is there anything you can gain?" He walked up a few steps, and his eyes fell on that card as well.

"Three positionings, Omeland is all in the study on the top floor, and the place has not been moved." It seems that the time limit for using it has expired, and the cards in Ning Mian's hands dimmed and dimmed, and finally returned to darkness. Putting away the used cards, he said, "How is your negotiation going?"

"Basically, there is no big problem. After nightfall, other players will create turmoil on the other side of the hall. We just need to take the opportunity to touch the fourth floor." Yang Yin explained, "Besides, there will also be players on the first floor Carry out guards to intercept and prevent the rest of the blood race from coming to support."

It sounds like nothing is missing.

Tomorrow is the last day of the Moon Festival. At dusk, the Moon Festival will end, and then everything will be frozen.

In the moment of tranquility before the decisive battle, all players seized the time to recharge their batteries and wait for the crucial battle after nightfall.

As time passed, the sky darkened little by little, and the light gradually disappeared below the horizon.

Ning Mian finally got up from the house, and finally confirmed Omeland's location with the positioning card.

"The study on the top floor."

He and Yang Yin exchanged glances and walked towards the target location at the same time.

At the same time, there was a huge explosion sound from a place diagonal to the direction of the study room. Amid the deafening sound, the blood races who were guarding in the distance turned their attention to the direction of the explosion, non-stop Go there.

Yang Yin made a gesture to the two players who were squatting better on the first floor, followed Ning Mian in front and finally went upstairs.

Because of the loud noise just now, almost all the guards in this building have dispersed, only a few are still dutifully guarding their positions.

And these scattered guards are obviously not the opponents of the two.

Ning Mian finally teamed up with Yang Yin to reach the top floor. Before he could stand still, he saw that the door of the study on the opposite side of the stairs was wide open. Facing them was Omeland who had been waiting behind the desk for a long time.

"I'm waiting for a guest," Omeland clasped his hands, with the back of his hand propped up on his chin, with a half-smile on his face, "but he didn't come, and now he's waiting for you."

Meng Qishu waited in that room for a long time, until the room was engulfed by darkness, he could faintly discern that there seemed to be a little different change in the building opposite.

It seems... Ning Mian has finally made a move.

Meng Qishu got up from his chair and rushed over there without the slightest hesitation.

But he obviously didn't expect that there would be someone blocking the way on the first floor.

The crisp sound of bullets hitting his feet reached Meng Qishu's ears. He paused as he was about to go upstairs, and when he turned around slowly with a vigilant face, there was a black gun on his forehead.

It is not difficult to imagine that this is definitely a prop conjured up by the card of the dungeon.

After all, there is no such advanced thing in this dungeon.

"I've seen this man before, he's an important character." The man with the gun looked Meng Qishu's face carefully, and said to the other man behind him without turning his head.

"It's one of the blood princes." The other man obviously recognized his identity, and his face couldn't help showing a bit of vigilance, "We can't let him go up to support Omeland, let's solve it on the spot."

"it is good."

The gun on his forehead moved slightly, and seeing that the man was about to pull the trigger, Meng Qishu dodged down quickly with sharp eyesight, and before both of them could react, he slammed his palm on the wrist holding the gun.

The man suddenly withdrew his hand in pain and took a half step back. He was about to save the gun in his hand when Meng Qishu, who reacted half a step quicker, grabbed him ahead of time.

"I won't help Omelande." After a successful blow, Meng Qishu reacted quickly and took two steps back, widening the distance between the two sides. He aimed the handed-in gun at the man who was hostile to him while clutching his wrist, but his vigilant eyes fell on the other side. On one person, "I don't want to do it, let me go up."

"If you don't help Omeland, can you still help the players?" The man in the front obviously didn't believe Meng Qishu's words, he squinted his eyes, and quickly thought about the counterattack route in his mind, wanting to take advantage of Meng Qishu's unguardedness and then kill people Hold it down.

A prince of the blood clan faced a duel between another prince of the blood clan and humans, and anyone would think that he would help Omeland.

But unexpectedly, Meng Qishu on the opposite side admitted it openly.

"Yes, I will help the players." Meng Qishu looked at the direction of the two of them firmly, the expression on his face did not seem to be fake, "I will help Ning Mian end."

Now it was the turn of the two people on the opposite side to be dumbfounded.

They looked at each other, and the man behind said, "But your position doesn't seem to support your statement."

Meng Qishu is a blood clan, and Ning Mian is a rebel after all. In their opinion, Meng Qishu's words do not have much credibility.

On the contrary, it was more like a lie told to go upstairs.

"Stand? What position?" Meng Qishu smiled suddenly. He tilted his head, wondering if it was because of his status as a blood race. There seemed to be a trace of evil in his slightly curved eyes, "Ning Mian and I will end up together." The standpoint of being in love, or the standpoint of me sleeping with Ning Mian?"