Chapter 172 -- World of Losers! Hell?

Chapter172 - The World of Losers! Hell?

In a trance, Wu Meng seemed to slowly wake up from his deep sleep, and endless pain came from all parts of the body, like thousands of insects constantly biting, and the pain into the bones made Wu Meng a little unbearable. However, he couldn't control his body at all and could only lie there quietly, not even a finger.

I'm not dead?

I'm not dead! I'm really not dead, I'm still conscious! But since I'm not dead, why can't I move? And where is it here?

Wu Meng controlled the only thing that could be, as heavy as a thousand eyelids, and slowly raised them. In front of him, there was endless darkness. Like the sky over the game world, like the periphery of the consciousness space. That's a ball of darkness that can't be seen through.

Where is it here? In Wu Meng's heart, this idea suddenly flashed. Yes, where is it?

As if there was something in the dark, a voice directly answered Wu Meng's thoughts. This voice sounded directly in Wu Meng's heart. There was no difference between men and women, and there were no specific words. However, it was imprinted in Wu Meng's heart--

"This is the world of losers! Of course, it's also hell!"

Loser world! All Wu Meng's memories surged like a tide, and the previous scenes appeared in his blank brain, the game world, the gambling world, the third gambling battle, the avengers of hell, and then his own death...

Yes, I remember, yes, I died, and then I came to this legendary world of losers who will enter after the game fails...

Is this the world of losers? Wu Meng looked curiously. He turned his eyes and couldn't even move his head freely. Is this world of losers just a mass of darkness?

"No, of course not, the world of losers may be such a simple place. What you see is just a space channel. Now your body has been completely destroyed. The game condenses your body again and reshapes such a body for you. Therefore, you will feel a little unable to move, because you are not used to your new body.

The voice appeared directly in Wu Meng's heart again. There was no sound, as if it was directly imprinted in Wu Meng's brain. Wu Meng completely understood what he meant.

So, who are you? Wu Meng's general situation, and then he began to have new questions about the sound.

"Me? I'm nothing, and everything can be me at the same time. The poor blue fell into the yellow spring, but the bridge is sighing, that's all.

What is it? It's not a poet. What does it do? Wu Meng is not like this explanation, but he is not interested in continuing to pester it. Let's ask some more practical questions.

"So, will I be sent to the world of losers next? What kind of place is the world of losers?

"Yes, you will be sent to the world of losers. If you can pass the test of the loser world, you can also return to the game world. And the specific content of the loser world is different but the same. All gamers have a common name for it, and they call it hell!"

Hell? Wu Meng was silent, and he slowly thought. Loser world, hell? So, can I complete the test of the loser world, return to the game world, and then return to the real world?

The future is always out of reach, and it is flying farther and farther away.

Wu Meng seems to feel that his body can be commanded by himself. He controlled the slight bending of his fingers, and then he controlled the continuous rotation of his head.

Hands, head, legs, feet, slowly, Wu Meng has fully regained control of his body. After that, no matter how Wu Meng called, the voice seemed to disappear without any reply.

When Wu Meng was a little puzzled, a voice suddenly sounded in Wu Meng's ear. But it is not the one that was directly printed in Wu Meng's heart just now, but a real voice that can be heard by Wu Meng's ears. In particular, this voice, which is simply familiar to Wu Meng, can no longer be familiar with it, because it is Wu Meng's own voice!

The voice was faint, without any emotional fluctuations, as if he usually lacked the tone of speech, but his tone was completely different from the lack of tone--

"I admit that I have failed.

This depraved world makes it impossible for me to survive.

When every dusk and rain alternate, my future and change are unknown.

Unconsciously, I was only silent after the smile that appeared in my dream.

I know that my life has come to an end.

When death comes irresistibly, I believe that this is the end of the fateful class.

Of course, it's also the beginning!"

Who is it? Who is talking? Wu Meng turned his head suspiciously, but there was nothing else in this thick darkness except himself.

"Is that you from Biluo Huangquan?" Still no response.

After searching for a long time, Wu Meng began to doubt whether he had hallucinations, but the voice just now seemed so real, as if he were sighing in his ear. Moreover, that voice is very similar to Wu Meng's own voice, which is why Wu Meng is so excited.

However, the sound disappeared after a slight appearance. Wu Meng rubbed her head depressedly. What the hell is going on? Who can explain it to me? What about the blue yellow spring, what about the people? Come out quickly...

There is no more movement. The dark and quiet darkness seems to be eternal and unchanged, and nothing else has changed.

"Ah! Come on, where's the person?" Some fearful, Wu Meng has begun to be attacked by this eternal darkness. In the darkness of reaching out, it is an insecure world for people.

People always yearn for light. Once the light is lost, it will be like the current Wu Meng, inexplicable fear, irritability, in the dark, without any change, without a little sound, the human spirit will be amplified to the greatest extent, and any subtle feeling will cause inexplicable changes to the heart.

Fear comes from the unknown. And what can make people feel more completely about force than in the dark? My ears can't hear, my eyes can't see, I can't smell any fragrance, I can't touch anything, and there is nothing to taste.

It seems that Wu Meng's vision, hearing, smell, touch and taste have become real decorations. When a person is in a small space, he may really be driven crazy! This is the origin of confinement. Wu Meng has only tasted that taste now.

If it goes on like this, Wu Meng will definitely go crazy! In fact, such an idea came out of Wu Meng's heart. Is this the world of losers? If this is the world of losers, no wonder those players are afraid of it.

will definitely go crazy! Wu Meng finally gave up doing something else. But he lay directly in the air as before... Yes, there is no ground. In the inexplicable void, Wu Meng lay in the void in violation of gravity.

If it is someone else, he must not be used to this way, but Wu Meng is different. He has had a similar experience in such a place. Whether it is darkness or anything else, it is very similar. Although Wu Meng doesn't know why, he can still be sure that here and there It's exactly the same - consciousness space!

When Wu Meng returned to the consciousness space in his body. The four people stood quietly. Although it is also the outer circumference of the void and darkness, Wu Meng can strangely see the appearance of the four of them in this space of consciousness.

It was not until this time that Wu Meng found that although there was no lighting device here, he could clearly see other people here, and outside, he really couldn't reach out.

"Wu Meng, what are you doing when you have nothing to do? Do you dare to enter here directly in an inexplicable place? What if you are in danger?" It's very rude that Shang has begun to reprimand Wu Meng.

And Wu Meng was very helpless and looked at them depressedly, "Do you think I want to? It's so stuffy outside! There is nothing but darkness. Also, demon, fate, don't hide from the two of you. Look at the missing. Obviously, you have awakened. Why do you let me go out alone?

"Well, this, I... Well, in fact, it's like this... My awakening is time-limited, and it's dangerous to the body..." Fate was shamelessly accompanied by a smiling face, and then said something that made Wu Meng speechless.

And the demon seems much more upright than the original, but said to Wu Meng easily, "Well, it's black outside. It's not fun. I don't want to go out... You can play outside yourself!"

"Well..." Wu Meng only felt that he could hardly breathe, and was directly angry to death by these two living treasures. There is nothing he can do. He once again pinned his hope on the missing,

"No, please, show me a clear way. Are we in the world of losers now? If you fail again, I guess you will really die. You must not be the same as the two people as the demon and fate! I knew that only you are the most reliable!"

Wu Meng did not pay attention to the feeling of nausea and vomiting after hearing this. Wu Meng is still flattering. There is no way. Now, Wu Meng has no choice. As a recognized lack of a wise man, he is the only one who can help Wu Meng.

After being worn by Wu Meng for a long time, the lack of performance was still light, without any complacency, or the indifferent face without sadness and joy, but Wu Meng was still full of hope, at least the missing eyes fell on Wu Meng! You see, it's really not reliable!

said a few words faintly: "Well, yes, I can show you a clear way. You can do this - let nature take its course!"

Wu Meng spit out a mouthful of blood,

"How can I believe in the lack of this idiot wise man! I hate it..."