MTL - Non-Human Seeking Re-employment-Chapter 34 Strange to talk about the city

All players were already infected with the plague when they entered the city of Plague.

It’s just that all of this has been concealed by hopeful flowers and turned into a harmless and friendly look. If the average player sees his body rot and stinks, he will panic and fear, but if it becomes animalized, there will be no such high vigilance.

Coupled with a traitor hidden in the player, npc combined with the traitor to deceive and mislead other players, will make the Plague City become the death of the players.

And it's not a matter of knowing it, but the soft knife is slowly grinding, and people can't notice the pain.

Shen Dongqing curiously poked the skin on his arm.

Hard and cool, cold and cool.

Shen Dongqing had seen zombies buried underground.

They can't see the light, the walking posture is strange, and even more terrifying is that they can't eat anything.

At the thought of this, Shen Dongqing said: "I don't want to be a zombie."

Zhou Wenyan comforted: "As long as the customs clearance is all right."

Wu Jia said: "We have solved the source of the plague, should we be able to pass customs?"

The voice just fell, and a staggering figure emerged from the church that was burned into ruins.

The fire was very strong, but the priest was not burned, but his whole person was burnt black, just like black carbon, and there were traces of burns everywhere.

His five senses have been lumped together, and the original harmony has disappeared, leaving only the grievances.

"It's all you..." The priest whispered. "I could have resurrected God. I will have one, and I will be a tribute! You are damned!"

He is like a madman, talking and dancing.

Wu Jia was scared to take a step back, fearing that the priest’s spirit was not normal and took out a weapon to injure people.

The other two are big brothers. He is different. He is just a weak, timid passerby, or the most important thing to protect his own life.

However, the priest probably knows that in the face of three adult men, he is more likely to give away.

So he cleverly chose ... to commit suicide.

Yes, the priest did not use any weapons, and immediately grabbed the blackened skin with his bare hands, and dug out the heart beating in the chest. The strange thing was that some blood did not flow out, and the priest did not die.

He squatted on the ground, smashed down towards the ruins, and raised his hands high: "God, I am your devout believer, dedicated all of mine to you, may you give me..."

Before the words were finished, Shen Dongqing simply dumped people on the ground.

The priest was burnt into coke. Now, with such a force, the whole person is like a fragile coal, and it has become a good two.

Only one good head was left, and it rolled away.

Wu Jia swallowed his throat: "What are you doing?"

Shen Dongqing smashed the dirty sole on the ground and said, "Who made him move so slowly?"

Wu Jia slowly closed his chin.

Shen Dongqing: "Isn't that all the TV dramas do this? The villains have to say a series of nonsense when they zoom in. The protagonist has to wait for the villains to finish. The protagonists are stupid, I am not."

He also looked confident.

Zhou Wenyan gave a laugh and was very supportive: "That's right."

Wu Jia looked down at the priest and began to sympathize inexplicably.

In the event of an unreasonable player, it is really unfortunate to get home. Go well, there are a lot of victim brothers and sisters waiting for you below.

Wu Jia had not mourned the priest, and there was another sound in the ruins. He blurted out: "Come back?"

I saw that the collapsed ruins were arched together, as if there was something to climb out from inside.

Wu Jia: "Can it be summoned to the boss if the big move is not finished?"

Zhou Wenyan coveted the heart that rolled to his feet.

The priest is already dead, but his heart is still full of vitality, and he is still jumping, like the priest's vitality is contained in it.

Zhou Wenyan stared for a while: "Is there a spell?"

Wu Jia: "Yes, there are." He took out a lot.

Zhou Wenyan picked out a burning spell and threw it into the heart without hesitation.

When the fire broke out, the heart was swallowed and turned into a fireball.

Something in the ruins seemed to have noticed that the sacrifice was robbed halfway, and a fierce cry was made, speeding up the speed.

Just as the priest's heart turned to ashes, the thing broke free from the ruins and broke out.

Looking at it, it is the **** that was given before the priest.

The original **** was hidden in the darkness, and could not see the appearance. Now it has finally reached the eyes of all people, revealing the true face.

It has three pairs of five senses, all crowded on one face, both horrified and weird, and at first glance it is known as the evil spirit.

The eyes of the evil spirits turned and fell on the ash of the bottom of Zhou Wenyan.

This is its sacrifice, but it has not been in the mouth, it was destroyed by the small human beings.

The evil spirits have an angry mood, and its three pairs of eyes have become red: "I want to eat you..."

The evil spirits are very different in appearance and huge in size. When they talked about this, there was such a strong momentum. Wu Jia was stunned by it.

However, Wu Jia turned his head and saw that the two big men stood there calmly, and they were not afraid.

Isn't it a **** of evil?

What's great, big bang, tearing it off!

Wu Jia silently shouted in his heart, and hid himself better by the way.

The evil spirits took the first step, and the three mouths spit out a black gas, which became a root tentacle, which was covered with sarcoma, and it was powerful at first glance.

Obviously, the evil spirits also know that the persimmons should be soft and pinched.

It first let go of Zhou Wenyan, who was not easy to provoke, and rushed to the seemingly thin Shen Dongqing. As for Wu Jia, he had long been hiding in the corner, and did not attract attention.

The tentacles rushed up and surrounded Shen Dongqing.

The three mouths of the evil spirits also made a hoarse laughter.

But it didn't smile for a long time, and the smile was on the face.

- The extended tentacles were all disconnected from them and fell to the ground.

Shen Dongqing took one of them: "Squid must!"

He is a little hungry.

Just remembering that this squid had to fall out of the mouth of the evil spirit, he immediately lost his appetite.

The evil spirit stunned and then became furious: "You dare to blame the gods!"

Shen Dongqing threw the squid to the ground in disgust: "God? Neuropathy?"

This is the new vocabulary he learned in the last game.

The evil spirit is furious: "Damn, **** it!"

A pair of images to enlarge.

The sky above the sky is in a cloud, and the sky is covered, as if the end is coming.

Wu Jia looked at the two big men without any movement, could not help but remind: "Hurry up and interrupt him to enlarge!"

Shen Dongqing shook his head: "Not in a hurry."

Still not worried?

Wu Jia was so anxious that he had to drip down.

I don’t know what it’s like to be a big god.

Evil god...

The evil spirits are dumb.

The evil spirits are preparing to enlarge the move, but it seems that it is such a bad thing, how can it not be released, like sneezing, squatting in the middle of the road, it is so irritating that it is going to blow up.

It thought of the heart of the priest who didn't eat, and vaguely understood what it was all about.

Just a little bit worse, it is a heart of the priest.

How did it not eat it! ?

The evil spirits are caught in deep remorse.

Shen Dongqing seized the opportunity and went up to be a fat man.

He generally wants to get along with ghosts in peace, ghosts don't come to provoke him, then hello, I am good, everyone, but once you come to provoke him, then I am embarrassed, only to die.

I have just pointed out that the evil spirits of the heavens and the earth are now on the ground for mercy.

The thin and thin Shen Dongqing hit the tall evil spirits to find the teeth, and the scene was a bit ridiculous.

Wu Jia smiled, but the evil spirit could not laugh.

Obviously, the human being is small and thin, looks very weak, but it has a pressure, and it is suppressed, so that it can only be passively beaten.

The evil spirits have always been enshrined by the priests, and Anan has enjoyed the sacrifices steadily. Where has been such a grievance, he immediately said: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

Shen Dongqing let go of his hand.

The evil spirit who escaped from the dead breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s just that it’s a bit too early.

Because Zhou Wenyan walked up.

He first wiped Shen Dongqing's sweat on his forehead, then bent down and revealed a kind smile to the evil spirit.

The evil spirit seems to understand something, struggling to retreat: "No, no-"

In the ruins, a black cat squatted on a beam, and a pair of green eyes calmly looked at everything that happened.

The city of Plague was not called the city of plague.

It is a small, warm city where people living in it are carefree.

The black cat is a diviner in the city. She is slightly astrological and is full of tarot cards.

The days passed down so calmly, until one day, she went out for an outing and came back to a dying old man.

The old man said that he is a priest and worships God.

The black cat smiled and said that he believed in science.

The priest said nothing, and looked at her silently.

The black cat asked the priest to draw a tarot card, and the priest drew a slinger. This is a card that represents sacrifice, the hanger is not, the soul is eternal.

"I want to offer God, no matter what the price," said the priest.

The priest settled down in the small town and began to preach.

People in the city are more willing to believe in science.

The black cat sometimes went back to help the priest and saw that he was planting flowers.

The priest said: "This is a hope. If you believe in God, it will bring hope. If you don't believe it, it will bring destruction."

The black cat does not believe in the priest's words, just smiles.

The priest looked at her and said with a hoarse voice: "I will ask God to spare your life."

then……

The plague is coming, I don't know where to start.

There is no medical means to treat the plague, people are dying more and more, and the small town is surrounded by death and fear, no longer in the past.

At this point, the priest stood up and said that he could solve the plague. As long as he planted the hope flower devoutly, he could bring hope to everyone.

Surrounded by the plague of terror, the inhabitants can only believe what the priest said.

I hope to plant a flowery land.

It seems that the plague has gradually disappeared, and everyone has been reborn, but this new birth is illusory and can only paralyze people and ignore the dangerous plague.

These are only black cats.

Because she has long since become a cat, escaped the plague, but could not tell others the truth.

The whole city has become a dead city, which is called the city of plague.

If the plague support is fierce, no one dares to come here, the evil spirits will slowly weaken because there is no offering, but a group of people will come to the city every once in a while.

The black cats are full of hopes and want to tell them the truth and let them save the city. But every time, those people are being played by the priest in the applause, and finally they are absorbed by life and given to the evil spirits.

Fortunately this time, the black cat did not disappoint.

The evil spirits made a painful roar, and the huge body cracked a gap, and the full vitality escaped, rushing toward the sky and turning into a whole light.

Shen Dongqing looked up: "It's raining."

The rain fell on the slow-moving, sluggish zombies, and their expressions eased, raising their heads and looking at the same sky.

The rancid smell dissipated and the rotten skin returned to its original state.

Under the rain.

The zombies who recovered their minds cried, vented, and excitedly embraced.

The sky is bright and reborn.

Shen Dongqing licked Shantou: "Do we also hold one?"

Zhou Wenyan raised his hand and hugged him.

[You have passed the city of plague]

Congratulations on your successful resolution of the plague, settlement...

[This rating is a, earning a score of 3000, dropping special items [black cat's tarot card *1]]

[current player remaining points 3240]

Shen Dongqing took out the tarot card in his hand and painted an inverted sling.

"What do you mean?" He didn't quite understand what it meant. After reading it for a while, he put it in his pocket.

"what?"

Shen Dongqing felt that he had touched a cold and cold thing. He fished it out and found it was a piece of key that fell from the last game.

He handed it over: "What is the use of this?"

Zhou Wenyan looked at it: "The key, the key to go out."

Shen Dongqing pinched the key and asked, "Can you go out?"

Zhou Wenyan: "Of course."

There is always a saying in the game that it is possible to leave after ten games of customs clearance. In fact, this is a lie, just give the novice players a hope that they will not be disheartened and lose their desire to survive.

There is only one way to really go out, and that is to get the key.

The probability of falling a key is very small, not a copy will have it, it must be a special copy, it is still fragmented, and it is estimated that the size of the debris will be ten.

Shen Dongqing “Oh” screamed and stuffed the key pieces back.

Zhou Wenyan asked: "Why, don't want to go out?"

Shen Dongqing poked his cheek and said, "In fact, I think it is very interesting. I can play for a while."

Zhou Wenyan looked at him and his eyes softened: "Okay, then play for a while."

It took no more than two days to rest.

Zhou Wenyan plans to enter a copy of the game again.

When Wu Jia heard the news, she was shocked: "Da, you can't think so?"

Every time a regular player finishes a copy, he will be very badly hurt, and he will not be able to rest for a few months.

Where is this big brother, playing and not killing.

Zhou Wenyan put a collar on the mirror and said, "Go and find a token from Earl of Carlisle and go back to take a vacation."

Shen Dongqing nodded: "Yes, it's fun, do you want to play?"

When he remembered the cook of the count, he was hungry.

Wu Jia: "... forget it."

With so many ghosts on the big hand, it is the poorest of the Countess.

I hope she will die early and live, Amen.

Zhou Wenyan pulled the collar: "Go."

There is a trading desk in the city for players to rest.

There are special items that can't be bought in various system malls.

Zhou Wenyan has a special channel to provide him with special props that can enter the copy in advance. Once you arrive at the trading office, you will go straight.

He is a big customer, and the stall owner greeted him very enthusiastically when he saw him.

Zhou Wenyan explained the intention.

The stall owner suddenly showed a dilemma.

Zhou Wenyan: "Is there a token that does not enter the copy?"

Stall owner: "Hey, you don't know, that copy seems to have something wrong, it has been closed, and it has not been repaired yet. I have a token in my hand, I can't get in, it's useless to buy it."

"In addition to this, there are two simple copies that have been closed, and there is no place to go in and brush the props."

After complaining about the pass, the stall owner looked around and God took out something in a mysterious way.

"This is a token of a modern urban copy, do you want it?"

Shen Dongqing heard the words "modern city" and his eyes lit up: "Is there a cable with air conditioning?"

The stall owner paused: "Oh... there should be."

In general, the copy of the modern city is popular because there are no particularly powerful ghosts and particularly wonderful topics, simple and safe.

How is this question so strange?

Shen Dongqing pulled Zhou Wenyan: "Buy this."

Zhou Wenyan did not hesitate: "OK, buy."

[You have entered the strange city]

[Every corner of the city is filled with spiritual stories, they hide in the dark and spy on everyone. Hey - don't look back, they are behind you. 】

[This game is a big escape mode, 49 players have been put into play, and the surviving players are refreshed in real time]

[System items have been disabled, use items are: blame every whisper in the city - be killed by ghosts, or use ghosts to kill your opponent]

Shen Dongqing opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a car. When he looked up, he could see a figure in front.

The man was tightly attached to the window, and the five senses were huddled together. His face was red and white, and it should be blood and brain. It noticed Shen Dongqing's gaze, grinned, half of his face was pulled open, and it looked up and slammed the window, as if to hit the glass and drill into the car.

If the driver suddenly saw this thing while driving, he might have to be scared.

Shen Dongqing is different because he can't drive.

The car is driving at a fast speed.

Fortunately, because it is late at night, there is no one on the street.

Shen Dongqing slammed the glass and politely asked, "Hello, how can I stop the car?"

I’m stuck in a dead ghost.

It first saw such a sober driver.

Is it not scary enough?

The dead ghost simply tore off half of his skin and yelled at the driver inside.

The driver can study how to drive the car and never notice the appearance of the dead ghost.

Shen Dongqing saw that the dead ghost could not be used. He could only figure out for himself. Before he was about to hit something, he finally figured out which brake is the throttle.

After a squeaky tire friction, the car finally stopped slowly.

Shen Dongqing pulled out the key and got off the bus.

Fortunately, the dead ghost was still on the windshield. He breathed a sigh of relief and handed the key over: "I won't drive, come on."

Hit the dead:?

You don't cry, don't you cry, but want me to drive you? ? ?

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