"..."

The rising sun stirs up the autumn wind, mixed with the occasional whistling and vague noises in the distance, and sends them into the house where the door has been opened, taking away a little of the decaying atmosphere that has not been there for a long time.

This place has been injected with vitality like an afternoon break. However, even a newcomer to this game and a fool who doesn't know how to read the atmosphere can still detect something wrong from the strange atmosphere of this scene - as if

The dull breathing was about to stop gradually. In the room that suddenly became quiet, the player staring at the white cloth kept his previous actions and stood there motionless, seeming to be thinking about life. However, in the small room,

No one laughed at the player's frozen actions. On the contrary, after a moment, the player seemed to have figured out something and silently pulled out his weapon.

He looked up suddenly.

"...Big Fatty, Brother Monkey, come here and take a look."

He stared at the top of the house, in the middle of the pointed structure, where several beams intertwined and surrounded it: "That thing... huh?"

"Brother Monkey? Fatty?"

As a result of the lack of response, as if he suddenly remembered some possibilities, the hairs all over the man's body stood up. He held the sword in both hands and stared at the top for a moment, but slowly retreated towards the door with his two feet:

"Brother Monkey? Where are you, Brother Monkey?"

"a#% of..."

Cursing in a low voice, he retreated to the door and suddenly looked back at the empty place behind him. Then he immediately turned back again and looked at the top of the beam - a disheveled, pale body, leaning on a shapely handle.

The exaggerated figure of a kitchen knife was standing there motionless, with a bright light seeping out from the middle of the scattered head, staring at him quietly.

"……oops!"

It seemed that he was tripped by something. The guy who had been retreating staggered, and then he got up again with his weapon raised. Big beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he retreated again shivering.

Two steps: "You, you, you, you, don't come over..."

His pupils suddenly dilated.

In his sight, the female ghost-like person slowly raised his long knife, and then slowly lowered it towards him, as if he was going to cut something. He wanted to turn around

After running away, his body became a little unruly and went limp, and then he slowly fell to the ground outside in the still warm autumn wind.

Plop.

"call……"

The long knife hung down feebly: "I'm so exhausted..."

"Not bad, not bad, I have quite the potential for acting." Duan Qing, who was hiding in the darkness, clapped his hands and said, "I'm just a little nervous."

"Aren't you nervous?" The girl pushed her head away, and then sat down on the wooden beam at her feet: "Your weapon is so heavy, I just held it for a long time, and I almost breathed out.

…”

"There is no way, there is nothing more suitable." Duan Qing spread his hands helplessly: "You can't use your staff to scare people, then it is not a female ghost, but an angel sister."

"But..." Rubbing his arm, Qianzhihe asked doubtfully: "I didn't expect this game to really scare people to death?"

"The game cabin must be equipped with a special first aid device to save players who cannot bear the fear, excitement and other emotions in the virtual reality system." Duan Qing read slowly: "This thing is more popular than the virtual reality system.

The purpose of going early is to prevent us from being frightened, so... it is almost impossible to scare people to death."

"But just now..." Qian Zhihe scratched his face cutely: "He is indeed dead? And I only saw one person..."

"They are indeed dead." Duan Qing said with a smile: "But they were not scared to death."

With his silence, the dusty and sunny room became quiet again. The girl who looked at the other party with a strange smile gradually put her hands around her shoulders: "Is it possible... is there really... here..."

call--

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The sound of wind breaking through the air suddenly appeared behind Qian Zhihe, scaring the already nervous girl into screaming. However, when she slightly raised her head, which was held in her hands, what she saw was Duan Qing.

A face with an exaggerated smile.

"Pfft hahahaha!"

"What, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing...hahahahaha!"

Amid uncontrollable laughter, the puzzled girl finally plucked up the courage to look behind her, only to see a woman wearing a blue and white maid uniform.

"Hello." Standing quietly in the middle of the narrow wooden beams, Ninglan smiled and pulled up her skirt: "This is my sister."

"Who are you?"

"I am Ciyu Ninglan, I am..."

"She is a member of our adventure group." Duan Qing, who was still smiling, hurriedly stopped the maid: "One of my own, one of my own... Hahahaha! She just thought you were a ghost, hahahaha..."

"Hey! Don't laugh!"

"Don't laugh, don't laugh...were you the one who killed those people just now?"

"Yes." Enyu Ninglan nodded, then stretched out a hand and pulled the girl beside him up from the beam: "When Ninglan came here, she just saw those people entering

Here, so..."

"Okay!" Qian Zhihe, who finally understood, suddenly shouted: "So you know everything! You just want to see my joke, don't you?"

"No, no, absolutely not!"

"Humph!" The girl turned her head bitterly, and then, as if she was upset, she raised her foot and kicked Duan Qing: "I told you to laugh, I told you..."

Her movements suddenly stopped - a cold dagger suddenly appeared and lay across her neck as white as a swan: "This sister."

The maid's usual smile appeared on her face: "Please don't hurt Mr. Qingshan, okay?"

"Hey, hey, don't, don't, don't, don't."

Before Qian Zhihe could recover, Duan Qing, who was sitting in the corner, hurriedly climbed up and reached out to press the dagger: "We are all our own, don't be so impulsive, okay? That, that..."

"Let's go down first."

"OK."

The maid looked at Duan Qing with an incomprehensible look, then followed her lead, then withdrew her weapon, turned around and jumped from the rafter.

"Huh..." Duan Qing shook his head, then patted Qianzhihe on the shoulder: "Okay, it's okay, don't be afraid..."

"snort!"

The girl broke free from the other party's hand, and then jumped down from above. She stared at Ningyu Ninglan, who had been smiling: "You..."

"How did you find this place?"

It was not Qian Zhihe who asked this question, but Duan Qing, who jumped down last. However, the maid who looked at him did not answer his question immediately. Instead, she first glanced at the bleeding bandage on Duan Qing's waist, and then lowered her head.

He took out a bottle of magic potion and walked to Duan Qing: "The competition is still in progress, but the team leader suddenly had something to do, so we were allowed to move freely."

She motioned Duan Qing to sit on the old wooden chair aside, then knelt down beside him, and quickly and untied the unprofessional bandage: "After Ninglan returned to the game, she heard

When the news arrived in the city, Ninglan couldn't find you anywhere, so she guessed that you might be involved in this turmoil, so..."

"Ninglan followed the traces of your past troubles and found this place." She raised her head and glanced at the angry red girl next to her, and tilted her head cutely.

"Hey, your skills are still as reliable as ever." Duan Qing raised his arms and grinned: "But... we have suffered an unreasonable disaster."

"Sir went to Stanford's apartment, right?"

"Yes, the task that the captain gave me has been completed... Hey! So, so I opened the envelope and wanted to complete the tasks inside as well... I always hate trouble, you know

of."

There was another gnashing of teeth, and the maid who had finished applying the potion smiled and then glanced at Qian Zhihe again: "So... who is this?"

"Oh, I happened to meet this when I was opening the envelope." Duan Qing explained: "It was a... comrade-in-arms that I met when I was in the fortress, um, comrade-in-arms, hahahaha..."

Amidst the dry laughter, the girl who had always been a little angry seemed to have figured something out. She walked to the maid's side and put on what she thought was a gentle smile: "You... hello, I am Qian Zhihe."

"Hello." Anyu Ninglan did not respond to the girl's outstretched hand. Instead, she stood up with a smile and gave a slight salute: "I am Anyu Ninglan, and I am...a member of the Fool's Adventure Group."

"The Fool? Adventure group?" The girl turned to Duan Qing: "Why is the name of your adventure group so strange?"

"It's all caused by the name." Duan Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Also...don't smile so fake, okay? It's not suitable for you."

"You...hum!" The girl gritted her teeth bitterly, and wanted to kick the other person's leg, but after thinking about it, she endured it: "I won't tie the bandage for you in the future..."

"alright."

Before she finished speaking, Anyu Ninglan clapped her hands, then stood up with a smile: "That's all right, sir."

"Well……"

While Qianzhihe wrinkled his nose, Duan Qing checked his character status: "Sure enough, the bleeding effect has disappeared. The system judgment of this world is really amazing..."

"snort!"

"Uh, ah, um... thank you, Ninglan."

Scratching his head in embarrassment, Duan Qing rolled his eyes for a long time, and finally decided to change the topic: "By the way, where are the others?"

"Sister Liu Zhang has also gone offline with the leader, and seems to have gone to rest. As for Mr. Xiao Hongchen..." the maid pointed at her cheek: "When Ninglan left, he seemed to be still there, and seemed to want to continue.

Keep watching."
To be continued...