Transparent Bridge was confused. What is this? He was being used? And it was Mu Su?
Transparent Bridge: Are you sure you won’t attack players?
Musu spit out the potato pieces and said with a contemptuous smile: "What is the use of a player? He is a younger brother competing with evil spirits."
Transparent Bridge was persuaded: Okay, let me provide clues.
In the small town of Wanghaijiao, the number of surviving players currently does not exceed 200. Most of them are players gathered together in orphanages and other places, and less than one-fifth of the remaining players are left alone in their respective huts, struggling to survive.
In other words, most of those players who were alone were killed by the evil spirits when Mu Su was causing trouble.
This includes six of the top ten.
After waiting for a few minutes, the Transparent Bridge brought news that a wooden house where eight players had gathered was stolen and attacked by the Shadow of Fire.
Musu and his friends, the fast mobile team, are ready to go!
This time the battle was against evil spirits. Mu Su and Ying Hua no longer carried weapons. They only took oil lamps, torches and other lighting props, and left the wooden house again busier than anyone else.
Luck no longer favored Mu Su. Not long after leaving the hut, the faint sound of chains swinging like a death knell came out of the fog ahead.
Mu Su was so frightened that she turned pale from morning to night. She pushed Yinghua and asked her to quickly untie the fishing line.
"I sewed it hard." Yinghua complained, but still did as she was told and pulled open the fishing line bow around Mu Su's neck.
He was hurriedly removing the stitches, and suddenly, the sound of the chain shaking disappeared.
Mu Su's heart sank. The evil spirit of the anchor was too small-minded to leave.
The moment the idea came to mind, a whistling sound suddenly sounded in the depths of the thick fog, and an anchor-shaped shadow broke through the fog, appearing within the range of light in the blink of an eye!
The anchor hit Mu Su who was unable to escape, and there was a loud bang. But Mu Su was fine at all. May I ask why?
Just because the old wilting man stepped forward to block the attack at the critical moment.
The front end of the entire anchor was embedded in Lao Wei'er's body, and the blood mist exploded and splashed down like rain, fan-shaped blood stains covering the front of Lao Wei'er.
The soft moans of men, women, old and young were loud and deafening, much higher than the moans caused by Mu Su's attack.
The old wilted body began to heal, and the heavy anchor was squeezed out and hit the ground with a slight vibration.
Within a few seconds, the old wilted body returned to its original state. Suddenly, its body split open, like countless arms stretching out from the depths of hell, grabbing at the anchor evil spirit in the thick fog.
"Deng Deng~"
At this time, the fishing line was unwound, and Mu Su took off the head and held it up to show the anchor evil spirit.
"It's one of our own!"
I don't know whether the evil spirit of the anchor discovered that it had angered Lao Wei'er, or it discovered that Mu Su was one of its own. The anchor was dragged back into the thick fog with a clattering sound, and the sound gradually faded away.
The anchor spirit has left.
They are safe.
Mu Su happily kicked the old wilting boy on the back: "Good job."
He didn't know that the old wizened boy could be so brave.
The old wilted arm retracted inside, and its cracked body healed. It just looked at Mu Su from all directions with all its eyes.
"Does the head still need to be sewn on?" Yinghua asked thoughtfully.
Mu Su held his head and shook his head: "No, if another evil spirit pops up and I have to destroy it... let's do this for now."
Holding their heads in their hands, Mu Su Yinghua and Lao Wei'er quickly rushed to the scene of the incident.
…
At this moment, the eight players in the wooden house are in great fear.
"What should I do..." Mustard, the lifelong enemy, was at a loss.
"We will all die here..."
They sat around the fire, panicking.
Cries and prayers were mixed together.
"Calm down, everyone!"
Shangyouzhijuan shouted loudly and suppressed all his emotions. Looking at each other, he breathed a sigh of relief and said bravely: "We have nothing to be afraid of. We have endured until now... Do we still want to give up?"
The Scroll of the Demon did not have the slightest effect on boosting morale. A player who bowed his head in prayer raised his face, filled with despair: "That's Mu Su! What should we do if he's coming!"
"He's not an evil spirit, so what are we afraid of!" Shangyouzhijuan shouted, his trembling voice betraying him.
Thinking that they are afraid of evil spirits, the transparent bridge is full of question marks.
At this moment, outside their hut, the shadow of the stolen fire was stopped by Mu Su outside the yard.
Mu Su approached the Shadow of the Stealing Fire from behind, and his child's voice was clear: "The meaning of your existence is to put out fires endlessly, to be trampled away and extinguished, and then let go of those who drive you away, and kill those who are allowed to be extinguished by you."
Poor fellow of Flame?"
"With all due respect, it makes no sense. Whatever has happened to you... it's been a long time coming."
Yinghua looked sideways, why did this sentence feel so familiar...
The Shadow of the Stealing Fire probed into the courtyard, ignoring Mu Su outside, taking the oil lamp in his hand with him.
Mu Su's tone quickened, and he yelled: "Even now that you have come in, the opportunity is right in front of you, at your fingertips, and you can end this all yourself! What are you shrinking from!"
Yinghua suddenly realized, remembering that Mu Su had said the same thing to the uninvited guests. He didn't even try to persuade him to surrender. It was really cost-saving...
The Sound of Stealing Fire went its own way. It entered the hut, was stepped back in an ordinary manner, and retreated a little to leave.
Mu Su had an idea, took a few steps forward and shouted, "Wait a minute! If you want the fire to be put out, I can help!"
The clawed shadow stopped, and it reacted to Mu Su's words.
Transparent Bridge: You lied to me!
Mu Su smiled confidently. He was not afraid that you would not be easy to deal with, but he was afraid that you would not be able to communicate.
"Make a deal. I'll help you put out the fire in the room, and you come with us. If you agree, move back. If you don't agree, use your fingers to play like a giraffe."
The Shadow of Stealing Fire did not move, Mu Su took it as acquiescence, and walked into the courtyard with Ying Hua Laoer with full confidence.
The fire gradually moved away. What they didn't notice was the edge of the light, and the shadow of the stolen fire gradually shrank back into the darkness.
Mu Su hid behind the wall beside the door. He winked at Yinghua and then passed his head to the crack of the door. He grabbed his throat with his other hand and taught the sword master: "Help! Help! There is an evil spirit chasing me. The people inside are
Open the door quickly and save me!"
After the shouting, Mu Su was secretly happy, thinking that the plan was flawless.
"Don't be fooled! That's Mu Su's voice!"
The sound from the door immediately dampened Mu Su's excitement.
Mu Su became angry and shouted at the crack of the door: "I'll count to three. If you don't open the door, I will let the evil spirit in and bite you!"
"three!"
The countdown entered through the crack in the door, and the players in front of the fire became even more panicked.
"What should we do...what should we do..."
"He is from the evil spirit camp. He wants to kill us. I don't want to die yet..."
"Don't panic...let me think about it..." The Demonic Scroll muttered hurriedly, pacing in panic.
"One! Take action!"
The next moment, Mu Su's roar came from outside the door.
The demon's curly hair was confused and he subconsciously blurted out.