Lord God decides to die

Chapter 54

In a blink of an eye, Lin Pei finished the high school entrance examination and graduated from junior high school.

Ni Zijiao watched him come out of the examination room carrying a bag.The black-haired boy shuttled among the candidates, wearing a light-colored shirt, tall and handsome, with a calm expression on his face.

The parents nearby were handing fruit and drinks to their children to ask about their health.Seeing the boy coming back, he asked with a playful smile, "Did you fail the exam?"

Lin Pei is not his son, and there is nothing to lose by crowing his mouth.

"It's okay, it's all done."

Lin Pei smiled and took the advertising fan from Lord God and fanned it for him.

The summer heat is unbearable.

He was fine, the little devil must have gotten too hot after standing outside for so long.

The schoolbag full of exercise books in junior high school did not crush the boy's back, but made him taller and taller.Maybe it's because of being immersed in the pile of books all day long, the arrogant and willful inverse bones are covered with a layer of elegance and courtesy...

It's a polite scum to not use glasses now.

Ni Zijiao raised his head slightly.

Lin Pei probably wasn't lying. He did have a tall gene in his family, and he had grown taller than his puppet in the past year or so.

Inexplicably upset.

Ni Zijiao smirked: "Then, follow the agreement..."

He snapped his fingers, and the two of them were in chaos immediately, and a door appeared in front of Lin Pei.

The two agreed that they would participate in the preliminary round of the championship after Lin Pei's high school entrance examination was over.

Lin Pei had just come down from the examination room when seeing Ni Zijiao suddenly pulled him into the world of the Lord God, and only glanced at him.

The man seemed to be in a bad mood, not sure why.

He didn't ask much, just pressed the handle.

[Prompt of Lord God World] Confirm the player's identity and open the channel for the tournament carnival.

The door in front of them suddenly opened, and a large turntable with the height of five people came into view.

Prior to this, Ni Zijiao did not disclose any information about the championship to Lin Pei.

The rules for the preliminary round are simple.Each of the six art spirits will provide a dungeon game. Players must pass all the tests and score the games they have cleared.

After filtering out the players who have not cleared the level, the remaining players will calculate the variance according to the given score and the judgment score of the main god, and arrange them according to the variance from small to large, and select the top [-] players to enter the final.

Not to mention how confused the players were when they heard this rule, the NPCs who participated in the preparation work were also at a loss.

Is this testing the tacit understanding between the player and the Father God?Or are you assessing the design level of the art elves?still……

Of course, the NPCs only dare to discuss in private, no one would risk being kicked into the keel plateau by the lord god to ask an answer that has nothing to do with their promotion and salary increase plan.

Only Ni Zijiao and Ma Liang who stood by at the time knew the truth.

The previous tournaments, whether it was fighting, beauty contests or playing mahjong, all tested the strength of the players.But to choose the successor of a god, not only must there be extraordinary strength, but more importantly, taste.

What should God's taste be like?The benchmark is naturally based on the existing gods.

Although... the current Lord God's grade...

therefore!

The difficulty of the game provided by the art spirit is only medium, and the difficulty of the preliminary round mainly lies in the scoring.

For players, the rule of "scoring" is as funny as a joke.

What kind of person is the Lord God?What kind of content and style would he like?Is it the sweet rice dumpling party or the salty rice dumpling party?Dog Pie or Cat Pie?Is it male, female or shemale?If you are a cute girl, what kind of skirt do you like to wear?

They don't know these questions at all.

Here is the watershed between the test players.

Ordinary players can only think wildly, score a random score, and pray that the blind cat will encounter a dead mouse.

However, a character who can overcome unimaginable difficulties and advance to the next level must have a genius talent unmatched by ordinary people.

After all, to be able to call it a god——

It must be to give what others cannot give, to do what others cannot do.

The two came to the big turntable.The turntable is decorated with colorful LED lights and is divided into six equal parts. Each grid corresponds to the name of an art elf. At the top is a portrait mask of the ghost king and ghost crying at night.

Lin Pei pressed the button in front of him, and the big turntable began to rotate slowly, and finally stopped in a blood-red box.The horns on both sides issued a cheerful prompt sound of "Congratulations on winning the prize".

The Spirit of Architecture——[Tavern Terror]

Ni Zijiao laughed as soon as he saw the title.

No wonder he is a little boy.This luck is too bad.

The dungeon of Building Spirit is the simplest hacking game in the tournament, with simple rules, probably a simplified version of the escape game. As long as enough NPCs are hacked, the dungeon can be cleared.

There is no beauty.

When Ni Zijiao gave the game the lowest score, the game designer, the construction wizard Tacoma, squatted in a corner and cried helplessly.

In fact, Tacoma is the most creative of the six spirits.The Pantheon is his masterpiece.

But among the six elves, he is the most rookie character.Therefore, even if you have the creative ability of the sky, you can only pretend to be a poor student and let them be the bottom of the list if you are coerced and lured by your colleagues.

Who made the other five elves not want to be the bottom one.

[Reminder of the Lord God World] [Player] Lin Pei is about to enter the limited copy of the tournament [Tavern Cry]

The beep was silent for a while.

A ray of light enveloped Ni Zijiao.When the world consciousness scanned him, he seemed very confused.

what's this?

Also blame Ni Zijiao for not thinking carefully.

The former puppet "Xiao Linpei" still has a player's identity, but "Wu Shanyue" is an ordinary and honest person through and through.

However, Ni Zijiao insisted on playing the game with Lin Pei.

The world consciousness pondered for a moment, and then hesitated to give its answer.

[Reminder from the Lord God World] [Alien omnivorous humanoid carbon-based creature of unknown origin] (?) Wu Shanyue is about to enter the limited copy of the tournament [Tavern Cry]

【Mission Release: Kill as many zombies as possible】

Howling outside.In the blood-stained hotel, the top floor has collapsed, and the damaged floors are flickering with lightning, emitting a burning smell from time to time.

Outside the glass door on the first floor, countless apocalyptic zombies showed their sharp fangs and roared hoarsely. The humans inside the door gathered together and pressed against the door, but they couldn't hide their panic.

More and more zombies gathered outside the hotel, and the lost claws kept protruding from the door that was about to be smashed.

"I can't stand it anymore!"

"Run away!"

With a roar, the glass door of the hotel shattered, and zombies with sharp teeth poured into the hall, tearing the living human flesh into countless corpses.

Games start.Lin Pei and Ni Zijiao were teleported to the top floor of the hotel.

The highest level usually symbolizes power, power and status.People usually use standing at the top of the pyramid to describe the best, and this is also the reason.

The highest level of this skyscraper hotel is the swimming pool, open-air garden and presidential suite.

presidential suite.

mean.

Incredibly comfortable bed!

The young man's body sank into the soft mattress, and Lin Pei, who was standing aside, lowered his head, and could see the seaweed-like veins under the crystal skin of his wrist.

For Lin Pei today, it is not difficult to shoot someone.

He deftly put the bullet into the gun, and asked without raising his head, "Can you hold the gun?"

"No."

Lin Pei's hand paused for a second.He glanced sideways at the young man lying on the bed.

Ni Zijiao smiled and compared his heart to the boy.

What a tacit understanding.

Can't hold a gun, can't hurt zombies, Lin Pei is just a burden with him.

So, a question with an obvious answer arises——

What's the best way to deal with encumbrance?

Lin Pei turned his head and continued to reload, estimating in his mind when the zombies would attack.

Very abundant.

He put the gun on his trouser pocket, carefully picked up the young man lying on the bed, and smiled lightly: "Do you want to take a shower first?"

In the hall downstairs, the grand piano was played slowly by someone.After listening to a short clip, Lin Pei knew the tune played by the performer.

It was the end of the eighteenth century, and the genius of music Mozart was called by the god of death to compose for himself - "Requiem".

Even though the whole world is full of horrible zombies, the sound of the piano never stops, melodious and melodious, reciting the great death with extremely sorrowful voice.

Ni Zijiao was held in Lin Pei's arms.The water is cold, but Lin Pei's embrace is hot.Ni Zijiao clutched Lin Pei's sleeve and looked into his dark eyes, feeling his body being slowly lowered by the warm Lin Pei, and the coldness of the water gradually covering his nostrils.

A trace of redness swayed on the surface of the water, and the ends scattered into countless strands, which melted into the deeper and deeper water.

The pain gradually disappeared, and Ni Zijiao's consciousness fell into chaos.

Lin Pei gently kissed him on the forehead, being considerate in every way, just like a real boyfriend.

Go to sleep and savor...

This is what I bring to you,

death.

The Requiem grows more passionate and enthusiastic, as if wandering ghosts are feasting and laughing wildly.

When Lin Pei ran out of bullets and walked down the stairs, the zombies on the first floor had almost been cleaned up.

A few of them are dragging their stumps and crawling towards the clean and shiny grand piano.

There stood a slender figure.

Lin Pei looked up and saw another player.

In the living room covered in blood and flesh, a pair of small suede leather shoes strode gracefully on the black and white keys, pressing down the clear and clear sound.

The girl was wearing a dark Lolita dress, with blond hair and silver eyes, and bright red lips, like a countess from the vampire family, elegant and cold.

She glanced at Lin Pei, put two cards into her sleeves, and held a gun in her slender hands.

Zombies are frantically rushing towards her.

She calmly raised her gun, her pupils aimed at the scope, and her eyelashes covered the coldness in her eyes.

"..."

She squirmed her lips and chanted in a low voice, and a meadian circle formed in front of her.A strong wind suddenly picked up, blowing the girl's long golden hair, and the girl's face was as delicate and flawless as a doll.

—I don't aim with my hands.The person aiming with the hand has forgotten her father's face.

—I aim with my eyes.

—I don't shoot with my hands.The person who shot it with his hand had forgotten her father's face.

—I shoot with my brain.

——I don't kill people with guns. Those who kill people with guns have forgotten her father's face.

The girl whispered a spell, and rainbow-like charms were engraved in her eyes.

"—I, kill people with my heart."

[Gun Magic · Wasteland], activate.

Bullets rained down and brains burst from zombie skulls.The wind blows into a fishy color.

A burst of light enveloped Lin Pei's vision.

The game is over, and the two pass the level.