The teacher sang softly, and the children's big eyes filled with fear reflected the fire.
In another corner, the children surrounded each other layer and looked into the center.
The black lines above their heads are solid, as if they have substance. And no one cares about these things at this time.
(I had a nightmare dream worldview is an indescribable thing before. The main tone of the dream is very similar to the main world, but I didn't think much about it at that time)
Transparent Bridge, who was watching the live broadcast on split screen, suddenly thought of a copy of the difficulty of the nightmare she and Mu Su had a long time ago.
Broken Moon raised his hand and drew circles and symbols next to him.
(Can you add punctuation? Like this)
(Okay... What I want to say is that the dream is in a ghost village)
Chuxia painting opposite: (You mean there is the small town of Wanghaijiao?)
(It shouldn't be that the terrain and houses are different... The point is that we encountered three monsters at that time, and after killing them, we found three notes in their bodies)
The announcement of the top 100 points in the genuine leather painting said: (So you even dismembered them after killing them?)
(Don't interrupt)
The announcement genuine leather shrugged and crossed out the circles he wrote.
(This is the task I had done before) Meng Shang still explained and continued to draw: (Three sentences were written on each of the three parchment papers)
(That rain brought everything)
(They are walking in the fog)
(Everything is gone overnight)
When the players next to him were thinking, Meng Shang continued to write: (After we passed the level, these three notes turned into three special cards of evil spirit chess, and they became props and could be taken out of the dream)
(Then?)
"They are...the rain of change, strange mist and lightless nights, respectively."
(What do these three words represent?)
(I can't remember it very clearly. The notes are roughly: The Rain of Change can summon new races on the board, and it is hostile to all camps by default. The weird fog causes fog to appear on the board, and the new race can only move among strange things.
, attacks all camps of chess pieces. The night of light is to summon evil gods and lower the dark moonlight. All chess pieces have zero vision and stay in the dark for more than 3 seconds to die.)
Meng Shang wrote and wrote, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and the players around him rushed to draw dot matrix in front of him.
(I kind of want to play this game)
(Evil Spirit Chess... I feel that this game has some connection with the attack on the main world?)
(So ​​the rain and fog we experienced correspond to the first two?)
(Why didn't you say it earlier?)
Mengshang replied with a wry smile: (That was my first nightmare, who knew it was related to the main world and this dream)
At this time, someone suddenly drew: (So what we are facing next is the dark moonlight?)
All players who see the dot matrix fall into silence.
But...it's just the first day...
"What are you doing?"
The crisp childish voice alarmed everyone in thought, and a little NPC boy came over.
"We are... competing to draw circles, and see who draws the circle." Kuiguazi chuckled and perfunctorily, rubbing a large circle with her feet.
Excuses are always surprisingly similar.
"Can I try it?" the little boy asked carefully.
"Of course." Time squeezed to the side, empty space.
The little boy wanted to cheer, then thought of something to cover his mouth, squatted down and drew a circle that was not round.
The players around gradually lost their smiles.
"I've painted it."
Finally, the little boy clapped his hands and stood up, and his work was displayed in front of everyone.
(All of us will die)
...
Mu Su and his little friend, the evil spirits, walked on the street to the center of Wanghaiya town.
In the live broadcast room, Transparent Bridge told Mu Su about the situation in the school building.
When talking about the little boy drawing a circle with a special meaning in a thrilling way, Mu Su sneered.
Transparent Bridge was inexplicably upset: Why are you laughing at?
"I have a sentence for the same type of words."
The scene of Mu Su communicating with the air is no longer surprising to the players.
At first they thought Mu Su was sick, but later they realized that he was communicating with players in his live broadcast room.
It’s a pity that Mu Su’s live broadcast room is set to be viewed only by friends, so they cannot enter.
When the Transparent Bridge asked what it was, Mu Su calmly picked up a tree branch from the roadside and drew a lot of circles on the ground.
Translated: We will all live to death
Transparent Bridge: Isn’t this nonsense?
"So that's also nonsense!" Mu Su Zhenzhen said something.
The situation here quickly spread to the school building, and the players were speechless and relaxed.
He walked and stopped all the way, catching up with the existence that accidentally entered the surrounding area from time to time. More than ten minutes later, Mu Su and his little friend, the evil spirits attacking team approached the wooden wall of the town.
The logs of similar thickness stood three or four meters high, with mud on the gaps tightly, and torches burned on the walls, crackling sounds and dim mists scattered from above.
Following Musu and others approached, the observation hole of the sentry tower inside the wooden wall soon found three approaching children.
The rhythmic bell rang, and the guards asked in fear. It was not until someone recognized Mu Su and Yinghua that they opened the gap in the door for the three children to enter.
They did not lose their guard because the three were town residents and children. They held sharp farm tools in their hands and surrounded the three of them as if they were facing a great enemy. The raised torches shone brightly around them and dispelled the thick fog.
Facing the inquiry, Mu Su threw the blame on the sacrifice: "He believed in the evil god, and was caught by us and brought it back. Oh, and, this fog may have been attracted by him."
A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader of the townspeople did not fully believe it, and he waved his hand to let the guards take them to the dungeon.
"No! We still have to fight against evil spirits!" Ying Huamei protested one step forward.
"Strike the evil spirits..." The leader repeated in confusion, and then said: "We will release you after we figure it out. Don't worry, it's bright and there will be no danger."
After all, it was just a child. The guard stepped forward and took away the axe and Yinghua from Mu Su's hand, and took them away from the wooden stick on the broom head, and took them away separately from the sacrifice.
The dungeon in Wanghai Town does not have any common problems with all other dungeons, which are cold, damp and dark. On the contrary, torches are inserted everywhere here, and bright fire and fluffy hay dispel the chill and darkness.
This place was originally a place for storing food. After the environment changed, the town transformed it into an underground shelter to provide evasion function in times of danger. In order to avoid children or outsiders entering indiscriminately, the storage room was renamed as a dungeon.
Mu Su and Yinghua were led by the guards through the complex terrain and finally pushed into an enclosed room with wooden doors closed heavily.
"We are trapped... what should we do next." Yinghua looked at the environment of the room and was at a loss.
"Of course I'm trying to escape!" Mu Su, who was standing on tiptoe and looking out of the breathable hole, didn't look back. "Why do you feel that the style is not right... Is there any jailbreak element in this copy?
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Chapter completed!