The road to Gaotai seems straight, but it is quite winding when walking.

The spiral upward path is a bit dizzy. Although there are many colorful text patterns on the ground, no one dares to watch it carefully.

Along the way, there were pilgrims crawling on the ground and contacting the words of the earth. The closer they were to the end of the road, the bigger their minds were.

"Do they like reading or not? I have only met those who don't like reading and are forced to read." Zhou Qiao complained.

The spiral road is about to reach its end. The biggest big-headed person has three big heads, Wang Nima. Even if you imagine them standing upright, you will be afraid that they will crush their cervical spine.

Just like this, a mectopus patient who could no longer walk upright, just as Natsume and his group were only one step away, he suddenly clenched his fist with his right hand and hit his scalp that was red because he was too tight, and his left hand was aimed at his chest, which was a miniature model compared to his head.

The moment his right hand touched his scalp, the skull, as thin as the protective layer of the toad egg, cracked in response. The ultra-high pressure in the skull caused the contents in the skull to eject more than three meters.

The editor who subconsciously avoided the high-speed spray of liquid, for a moment felt like she saw the rainbow mapped by a mixture of brain matter and blood and liquid text worms.

The native who was lying on the ground and had not stopped his movements of headshots. His left hand also penetrated his chest and took out a bright red organ.

"That's the liver!" The social animal man remembered the French dinner he had once had.

"This is the legendary heart-wrenching!!!???" Zhou Qiao's voice seemed even more shocked.

After touching the ground, the gushing brain and the still leaping liver quickly became quiet and dried up quickly. Only the worms contained in it continued to surging, looking for a space to settle on the road that was already full of words.

After only ten seconds, except for some unremarkable words on the ground, only the reflected metallic rainbow colors similar to the section of cooked beef can prove what is happening here.

What's even more terrifying is that when everyone wanted to find the corpse that was lacking in liver and had no mind, the location of the corpse was occupied by a new native volley, and the corpse seemed to have never existed.

The indescribable mad atmosphere spread more and more.

The team composed of a team of editors, fitness men, etc. was shocked, surprised and fearful, and the instinctive vomiting reaction was not triggered.

Since entering here, Zhou Qiao, who has always regarded this as a game, saw the scene just now, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly urged, "I... let's complete the task quickly and leave this damn world. Let's go! Go quickly!"

The fitness man swallowed his saliva and said, "Let's go on stage quickly...you...you see, the people in front... are already very big..."

Unlike the two men who spoke, Miss Natsume, holding a cat, didn't say anything at all. Her feet, wearing small brown leather shoes, had already started to jump between the gaps of the natives in the Voldetic region.

The other three people, seeing Miss Mark's resolute back, also began to move forward quickly in the same pattern.

After the editor jumped forward for about thirty meters, she asked with a tremolo in her voice, "Teacher Natsume, how can we leave this world?"

Natsume in her arms, the old god said, "Just follow the task prompts, you can leave this world and return to the real world last night's mission."

"But...but..." The editor's pace was a bit disordered.

"It's nothing, but you just need to remember that you are very strong." Natsume said.

"Okay..." The editor's flexible figure finally appeared at the end of the spiral ascent.

When Zhou Qiao, who was at the end of the team, stepped into the round platform with his last foot, the sky suddenly became dark.

Several huge heads burst on the road, and a mixture of brain and text worms sprayed in the air, intertwined into a pattern of text, "The Centennial Creation Competition of the City of Holy Books Competition officially began!"

"The competition has begun?" Zhou Qiao was still asking, and heard the sound of one head after another burst.

Unlike before, whether it is the natives lying on the wall or the natives lying on the ground, after the headshot is completed, a word will appear in the air.

"Man"

"Second"

"C"

"First"

"Man"

These words formed by temporarily stagnant brain matter are just a simple word, not even an exclamation mark.

However, it was so simple to show that the investigator team fell into silence.

The first person to speak was Zhou Qiao, "He...they are writing books with their lives! Why...why do you do this?"

"Because rules, like those words on walls and ground, will actively attract intelligent life to see, thus "transcribing and parasitic" into their brains and thus complete reproduction. Everything now is also because of rules."

“Who made the rules?”

"Don't know. But, it's there."

"Then how can we complete the task? The Lord God did not talk about the conditions for ending, but only talked about the rewards for creating books of different levels."

"The main mission requires us to participate in the Centennial Creation Competition. Since that's the case, let's participate... Hello! Big Skin Bull, are you saying that no matter what damage we have suffered here, you can use points to repair it when you go out?" asked the social animal man.

The fitness man nodded.

"Puff!"

The social animal man inserted his calves into his calves with a dagger in the gift bag of a novice and dug a piece of meat. Although the severe pain made his expression ferocious and distorted, he carefully held the piece of meat in his hand to prevent a drop of blood from falling on the ground.

"What are you doing? If you want to participate in the competition, can't you just write it? Isn't it okay to write it?" Zhou Qiao took out the book and raised his pen and started writing it quickly.

The social animal man just snorted coldly and continued his movements. He placed the meat on his notebook and then started copying the words on the meat with a pen.

Although it is difficult to leave ink marks when the tip of the pen falls on the soft tissue, strangely, black text worms will appear where the brush strokes pass.

The fitness man and the editor were stunned when they saw this crazy scene.

As soon as the fitness man reacted, he did not dissuade him, but threw up his twenty-faced dice of rationality and firmness.

“13”.

The reason value has dropped again.

Zhou Qiao, who was standing beside him, was writing quickly in order to prove his correctness. When he tore off the paper full of words and shouted that I had finished writing, there seemed to be an inexplicable gravity in the air, and pulled away these pieces of paper. The paper immediately came out of Zhou Qiao's hand and tore it into countless pieces.

Among them, the ink-colored characters fell to the ground one after another, and the fragments of white paper carrying the ink mark formed the character "Ding".

"Hahaha! I just said I could win..."

Everyone suddenly heard a voice that didn't even have cold emotions, "Zhou Qiao's points are less than 0, erase them."

The happy expression frozen on Zhou Qiao's face, and his body was like a sand sculpture standing in the Sahara Desert, turning into sand and dust.

The fitness man swallowed his saliva again, "Each person has 500 initial points. The points are less than zero, and it will be erased immediately."

"Erase?" said the man in the social animal holding the flesh in one hand and holding the pen in the other, "You haven't said it before."

There were a few drops of blood stains around him that had just accidentally dripped on the ground. The fixed text worm began to revive where the blood stains covered.

They are extremely bloodthirsty and proliferate rapidly until they consume the last drop of blood and explode in place and fall back to the ground to solidify.

The fitness man looked at this crazy scene and felt that his rationality had declined a little, "I didn't say it because you didn't ask."

When the social animal man heard his answer, he put all his attention back to the meat in his hand.

The worms he just wrote have begun to reproduce. The calves, which were originally the size of a baby's fist, have begun to expand, and are already the size of a social animal man's own heart.

However, the expansion is not over yet, and the word worms are still breeding.

If the previous text worms were like living tattoos, or the green blood vessels hidden under the skin had clear veins, as they reproduced, they were already crowded at this moment.

At the same time, the meat continues to grow.

Compared with the slow expansion speed before, it has accelerated to an exponential level.

"Bang!"

The meat piece as big as a football exploded, and the ink-colored text worms bloomed like fireworks, gathering in the air into a word "C".

“Points-500.”

Only the social animal man remembered the prompt. He heard the prompt, and he thought quietly, "Are I going to die..."

He closed his eyes quietly, but waited for three seconds.

"three."

"two."

"one."

He opened his eyes and saw not hell, but still the crazy appearance of the City of Holy Books.

"Why... why didn't I die?" he said to himself.

Seeing the cruel erasing just now and eager for more companions to survive, the editor said, "Because your points are not deducted negative numbers. Do you still remember the first main task? At that time, you got 100 points. Excluding the 20 points you just bought the novice equipment, you still have 80 points left."

"Is that true..." The social animal man murmured, and he asked the fitness man again, "As long as you leave the mission world, all injuries can be cured, right! Since that's the case..."

"Bang!"

He used the large-diameter pistol in the novice gift bag, the desert eagle that was not good at using it, and blasted at his legs.

"Uh uh uh uh uh uh!"

The screams were recalling in the air.

The social animal man gritted his teeth and said, "Since the mission is over, you can treat all injuries... Then just keep a brain... I... have reached the limit of the Class C book. Just use my leg to complete the task!"

This time he did not write the worm with his own hands again because he had discovered that it was a redundant operation.

The broken pieces of meat fell to the ground with bone chips, and the text worm instantly activated and rushed forward.

They simply swallowed these tiny pieces, and they were so dissatisfied that they continued to trace the root of the blood.
To be continued...