Mu Su shook his head lightly and looked up at the sky with a lonely tone: "Why are you forcing me to take action?"
A burst of cheers erupted on the official live broadcast page. Mu Su became famous in one battle and was officially designated as the Shit Troublemaker.
Mu Su's search data in public search engines has reached a new high, and his fame at the moment can be compared with that of eleven A-list stars.
"Impossible...this is impossible..."
Samadhi Zhenhuo's eyes were straight, he was murmuring and shaking his head, and the black lines on his head were solid and unnoticed.
He couldn't understand it, they couldn't understand it, the players snooping nearby couldn't understand it, and the audience couldn't understand it.
Mu Su's four-sentence response not only prevented him from being kicked out of the game, but the illusory black line above his head did not change at all. This means one thing: the evil spirits did not doubt him.
Although players understand that it is the ability of Mu Su's title, in any case, it really affects the balance in this kind of game.
Some players contacted the production team but received no answer.
The heroes were so angry that the official live broadcast page started to quarrel.
However, when the dungeon ended and Mu Su was not among the players who advanced to the next round, they felt balanced.
The black mist withered claws of the Samadhi True Fire had emerged, and Director Qin reminded him that he had just woken up from a dream. His eyes were complicated, and he looked up at Mu Su: "How did you do it?"
Mu Su showed an extremely calm smile: "Want to learn? I'll teach you."
After showing off, Mu Su left. Samadhi Zhenhuo was stunned for a while, and was pulled up from the ground by the high-ranking lord.
"What should we do?" Director Qin came up and the three boys looked at each other.
"I want to draw a circle." the high lord said.
The trio continued their comical exchange. When the bell rang, they finally decided to call it a day.
Mu Su is not something they can fight against, at least not in this copy.
At the end of the fifth period, thousands of students left the school building one after another and returned to the small town under the slope.
A new round of problems is coming.
With the exception of a dozen or so exceptions, the remaining 900-odd players do not know their names, who their parents are, or where they live.
As time went by, the evil spirits began to doubt these students who did not go home during lunch break.
Hundreds of black lines penetrated from the depths of the increasingly gloomy clouds, gradually turning from nothingness to solidity.
The title of dean is worthy of its name.
"Hmm..." Wangwen Wenqie, who was standing in the open space, thought for a moment, then walked a few steps quickly to catch up with a student who had not yet left.
"Hello, we are in the same class and we have met before. Do you still remember me?"
This former social phobic smiles.
The boy who was stopped by him shook his head in confusion.
I immediately expressed my pleasure to meet you and walked quickly to the next person.
When asked about the fourth student, before he could say anything, the other student asked strangely: "Hey, Sri Lanka, why are you shopping if you don't go home quickly?"
Wang Wenqie breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Let's get to know the new classmates. By the way, do you want to come to my house?"
"If I don't go, I will starve to death." The boy pursed his lips. "So many people have died. The school building is truly cursed."
Of course Wang Wen Wen Che knew that it was not a curse, so he just echoed a few words and said, "I have some interesting things at home that I want to show you."
"Are you feeling well?" Mu Su's head popped up from behind him.
Wang Wenqie turned around and saw him greeting with a friendly smile: "Hi Mu Su."
"Hi, weird old Chinese doctor." Mu Su looked at him suspiciously. "Your disease looks better."
It was an ordinary conversation, but Mu Su's tone made the players feel like it was a meeting between two patients in a mental hospital.
"It's just some minor problems." Good-tempered Wang Wenqie didn't care.
"Where is your good friend?" Mu Su looked around, and the friend behind him stuck out his little head and looked around too.
"He has worse luck than me." Wangwen Wenqie shrugged, simply indicating that Martian Beach was not in the top 1,000. The black line above his head solidified slightly and then gradually faded.
He thought for a while and asked the boy next to him: "Do you need me to introduce him to you?"
Not long after the game was launched, the two of them played a dungeon with super (useless) abilities in the same queue. He had a good impression of Mu Su and didn't mind helping him with a little help.
"Brother David." The boy was a little afraid of greeting Mu Su, and whispered to Wangwen Wenqie, "I didn't know you and Brother David had such a good relationship."
It seems that Musu's identity is very prestigious among the children.
Mu Su snorted lightly as an answer: "I changed my name, just call me Brother Mu Su from now on."
The boy respectfully called Brother Musu again.
Ying Hua, who was hiding behind Mu Su, turned sideways and revealed her figure: "I have also changed my name. Please call me Brother Pachin."
Mu Su glanced sideways: "Can I call you Game Coin?"
After reminiscing about old times, the two groups separated. Looking at their backs, Mu Su sighed, as he could never change his tendency to be nostalgic as he got older.
Mu Su looked at the dark clouds above the coastline and sighed softly: "The rain will not be light next."
"How do you know it's going to rain?" Yinghua asked confused.
"Didn't you look at the cloudy sky?"
While the two idiots with completely different styles were fighting and arguing, the other players were still looking for a solution.
Some of them wandered around the small town of Wanghaijiao, or they asked for directions. The smarter ones took advantage of the situation like looking, hearing, and asking.
But after all, some players are lagging behind everyone else.
After the dungeon was quiet for an hour, the player who was eliminated by the evil spirit finally appeared again - if you don't count the number of people who called me Your Highness Rabbit.
After the initial adaptation period, the difficulty of the dungeon begins. Players experienced complex matters such as finding out names, finding addresses, identifying relatives, and responding to inquiries.
During the first afternoon class two hours later, less than 800 players showed up in the school building.
One noon, one fifth.
In one of the classrooms, the players looked at the empty seats in the middle of the classroom, feeling confused.
Musu's seat is empty.
…
At this moment, Mu Su and his friends were on the coastline below the school building slope.
Countless jagged rocks protrude from the bottom of the hillside, and the pale gravel is smooth and traceless.
The sea breeze carried the rotten smell, and dead fish and shrimps were washed up on the shore. The waves on the gray sea remained unabated, but lifeless.
The Dead Sea is not called the Dead Sea yet, but it will be soon.
"We have successfully skipped class." Yinghua jumped onto a rock and looked at the sea, then looked at Mu Su excitedly: "What to do next!"
Mu Su took a deep breath intoxicated, then retched for a while, and said with difficulty: "Shall we summon my second uncle over?"
"You know how?" Yinghua looked at her suspiciously.
“It doesn’t cost anything to try it anyway.”
Mu Su ran to the beach, picked out a few rotten fish, and patted them on a flat bluestone as a sacrifice to summon the ancient evil god.
"Stay closer to me. My second uncle has some brain problems. If he goes crazy and hurts you, it won't be good."
Yinghua obeyed and came closer. Musu stood in front of the bluestone and gradually closed his eyes.