I Became a God in a Horror Game: 393、How to own five buildings

[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang is equipped with the identity of "Monster Book: The Painter Who Hates Himself"]

The fog spread from the bottom of Yuan Guang's feet as he ran. He roared and cried, and the utility knife in his hand turned into a brush in pixel state, slashing towards those who were falling. ‌ plan.

[System prompt: Player Yuan Guang uses identity skill (layer drawing)]

"Survive!!!"

"Only by surviving can there be hope!!"

The fog swept across the entire site like an explosion, a pixel-like gray layer picked up under all the falling people at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and all the falling people in a trance were here It bounced off a strange, cotton-like layer and landed firmly.

There were no casualties.

Recognizing this, Yuan Guang slumped on the ground in a daze, and within a few seconds, he rushed forward with his head down, grabbed the collar of one of them, and without hesitation It was a punch to his face.

With tears in his eyes, while beating the surviving npc, he roared angrily: "Why did you die! Ah!"

"If you die, you will have nothing!"

Yuan Guang burst into tears, he choked with sobs: "I'm dead, but we are still alive, we will be very sad."

"Because you are gone..."

‌ sacrifices to those who died year after year, but Yuan Guang has never despaired, because he knows that everyone who is left is trying to persevere until the day he can't persist, and then regrets Tell him, Xiao Yuan, I can't stand it any longer.

They didn't really die, they just couldn't bear it and needed rest, they died in hope.

【Xiao Yuan, I will take a break for a while, and I will be resurrected after they win! 】

【Hey, I'm not very good either, I'm so tired, let's go first, and give me a resurrection armor when the time comes! 】

【Mr. Yuan, we're handing over to you next! 】

Kneeling in front of him, Uncle Wang slowly raised his head, a smile appeared on his face full of tears, and he patted Yuan Guang on the shoulder: "Why do you feel like crying? Why are you crying, don't Cry."

"I just went to our cemetery to rest for a while, I know Xiao Yuan is here, there will always be a day—"

"Everyone will come out of the cemetery."

"Those of us who are tired in the middle of the journey just temporarily store our death there, sleep there, and then the next day, when the sun rises and the sun shines on our community, our group of old people will wake up Already!"

Everyone died in the game, and when they were dragged and jumped down from the edge of the building in reality, they turned their heads to look at Yuan Guang who was standing far away. There were no tears, no crying, no despair on their faces. Waving at Yuan Guang with a trusting smile:

"Goodbye, Xiao Yuan."

【We believed in Xiao Yuan, he never led us to win that day. 】

【Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Yuan, let's take care of our death temporarily. 】

There were still people jumping down from the building, Yuan Guang looked up, and ran forward with Shi Qian in slow motion, gnashing his teeth and swiping the brush, tears flowing crazily.

"Don't die!!!" He roared hoarsely and tremblingly, "Don't die in this despair!!"

"Keep going!!"

Everything in front of my eyes begins to blur.

Yuan Guang still remembers that when they participated in the league for the first time, at that time, everyone was still there, thinking hard about the registration interface of the system panel to ask for the team's participating name.

Someone jokingly said, our unlucky guild might as well be called a cemetery, right?

After obtaining unanimous approval from everyone who laughed, someone asked what the name of the cemetery was.

Uncle Wang scratched his head and turned to look at him: "Xiao Yuan, how do you feel about Sunshine Cemetery?"

"...It's too rude, uncle." Before Yuan Guang could answer, someone had already complained.

"Sunshine does seem a bit dirty, but it's not enough, isn't it fashionable?" Uncle Wang pondered for a second or two, and asked seriously, "Is it better for the team to have a sharper name..."

Uncle Wang looked at Yuan Guang: "Little Yuan, do you know the form of light that is more powerful than sunlight? What is it?"

Yuan Guang was stunned: "...Laser?"

"The laser cemetery is also a bit strange..." Uncle Wang fell into a whirlpool of thinking.

Someone suggested: "What is the English word for laser?"

Yuan Guang thought about it slowly, and said the word: "laser."

"La-sai-er?" Uncle Wang repeated Yuan Guang's words slowly with an accent, and he laughed loudly, "That's good, this name is foreign! That's it!"

Yuan Guang was running in the night when people were falling. Layers of layers were spread on top of his head. He gritted his teeth tightly to bear the weight of everyone who fell on the layer, and he stretched his neck hard My veins were throbbing, but I still didn't retreat an inch.

He looked at a certain point in the air, and the voice he shouted was heart-piercing, as if his chest and soul were simultaneously speaking from Yuan Guang's thin body:

"Laser is the most powerful form of light!"

"As long as we live, as long as we exist, we will never lose the sunshine!!!"

Ornamental pool.

People in the Russell Cemetery stared at Yuan Guang who was streaming with sweat and tears on the big screen. They knew that what Yuan Guang said just now was to urge them to listen.

They stood up slowly, someone took a deep breath, raised a horn and shouted at Yuan Guang on the big screen:

"Russell Cemetery, win!"

"Russell Cemetery, number one!"

"Come on long!"

"We believe in the boss!!"

"We will try our best until the last second!"

They roared until the muscles on their faces trembled, as if hoping that the sound could pass through the barrier of the screen and reach Yuan Guang's side to support those heavy layers together with him.

"In the game, it's the first time I've seen a tactician who can't even hear the cheering of the players." Charles, who was sitting by the side, propped his jaw and looked at the situation with interest. Che, "But in the viewing pool, the team members who can't hear it at all are cheering, and it's the first time I've seen it."

"Russell Cemetery, amazing guild."

Wang Shun watched with mixed feelings the scene where all the crew members stood up to cheer Yuan Guang on the opposite side, and then glanced at the report data on the system panel, for a moment he couldn't tell what it was like .

...Russell's support rate in the gambling pool is increasing at a rate that is still declining.

The audience is very realistic, being at a disadvantage is being at a disadvantage, and it does not change just because how many people struggle with it. The audience never sympathizes with the weak.

But... Wang Shun glanced at the officers of the Russell Cemetery who were roaring furiously.

They also do not struggle to gain sympathy from others.

Even if the reality is collapsing, even if the game is not in their favor, their struggling in the predicament itself is not to please others and become a star, they are just ordinary people struggling to survive.

——They are struggling and living in pain, for themselves and for those "people" who pin their hopes on them and live in the cemetery.

Shi Qian stepped forward and helped Yuan Guang hold the layer with his shoulders. Yuan Guang's legs softened and he almost knelt on the ground. Then Shi Qian, who was holding his teeth against the layer, helped him up. He stumbled up the picture One by one, those who fell on the top were lifted up, and hugged them tightly.

"OK."

"Everything will pass."

"Someday..." Yuan Guang's face was covered with mud and his hands were covered with cuts. He hugged the young man who jumped down after seeing the moon, raised his head, took a deep breath and slowly Slowly spit out, "Even if we live in the cemetery temporarily, one day we will live to see the sun shine in."

The man leaned on Yuan Guang's shoulder, hugged Yuan Guang slowly and in a daze, tears flowed unconsciously: "Really?"

Yuan Guang closed his eyes, and he hugged this person tightly: "Really."

"I and all my friends believe so."