67. I'm not humble either. I'm an ordinary writer, why is it suddenly exempted?
The players hid in the wooden house and sat around the rising fire, hoping that dawn would come soon.
The small town of Wanghaijiao is full of dangers.
From nightfall to dawn, there were less than 200 players alive, which speaks for itself.
The ten players who were wiped out by the evil spirit dance group in a few minutes speak volumes.
Don't underestimate this place just because Mu Su can do whatever he wants. Except for him, no one can act recklessly in the middle of the night when evil spirits invade, gather evil spirits, and suppress evil spirits.
He even personally killed an evil spirit in the deep sea hundreds of meters away from the coast.
Musu can do it, but they can't.
The darkness gradually dissipated, but the hazy fog remained.
The players came to the window, revealing their little heads like fruits that could be picked, and peered into the misty streets.
In the early morning, the time has already passed yesterday, and the thick fog still lingers.
The players are gradually feeling uneasy. This is the last day, and it is very likely that the fog will not lift.
This uneasiness gradually increased until they saw through the window the townspeople holding torches and running around shouting.
After a night of silence, the townspeople of Wanghaijiao took action.
The bright morning and the townspeople on the streets may be useless, but at least they relieve the pressure on the players. They breathe a sigh of relief, relax, or go offline to solve personal problems, or bravely sneak out of the door and follow
The townspeople asked for news.
A group of townspeople wearing uniform linen vests knocked on the door from door to door and listened calmly. If there was no sound in the room, they did not go to the window to peek, turned around and left quickly.
Soon it was the players' turn to hide everywhere, and the townspeople asked them to take refuge in the dungeon.
This time the evil spirits are coming fiercely, and the small town of Wanghaijiao is at the critical moment of opening the dungeon.
Some players chose to follow them to the dungeon, while others stayed and gathered in the orphanage.
They think hiding in a dungeon is not as good as they imagined.
The sense of security brought by the large number of people and bright light is false. Moreover, the dungeon only has two exits, so the target is huge when many townspeople gather.
In any case, the third round will end at 0 o'clock tonight. From now until dark, they still have more than ten hours of hesitation.
The fires at each intersection were raised again, and townspeople were guarding the road leading to the dungeon at regular intervals. Players who chose to leave lined up in the open space in front of the dungeon together with the townspeople who gradually gathered together.
Whispers and conversations echoed over the open space. The players looked around. Their height limited their field of vision. They only knew that there were many people around.
Following the crowd into the dungeon, they heard some clues as they passed by the guards talking.
There were only more than 2,000 townspeople gathered in the open space above the dungeon. At dusk before morning, the number was originally more than 7,000.
Yellow mud and hay covered the wall on the first floor, and a torch was placed every ten meters away. There were more than a dozen people crowded in the small dungeon rooms on both sides.
The players followed the flow of people and scattered around the corner. After a few minutes, they came to a room they didn't know where they were.
In the Winter of Crying, a little boy with long brown hair and a name like an evil spirit. He subconsciously followed a down-and-out town citizen into the room next to him that was not yet crowded.
He just woke up from a dream when he entered the door and wanted to go back. But at this moment, a middle-aged town citizen stood up and closed the door and bolted it, leaving only the head-sized vent on the door open.
It means the room is full.
The Crying Winter suppressed the uneasiness arising from being separated from other players, and gradually swept across the faces sitting against the wall, either sad or indifferent.
He suddenly felt that it might not be a good idea to choose to come to the dungeon.
Most other players are like this, they just go with the flow and try to get together into the same room as much as possible.
Several players recalled mentally and physically. Those who were assigned rooms along with the crowd in the passage were unable to turn back, and those who wanted to leave the room were also stopped.
Regardless of whether they are unwilling or relieved, all that awaits them is resignation to their fate.
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"There are 133 players left, and 93 are in the dungeon."
The orphanage is the largest and most conspicuous wooden building in Cape Wanghai. Orphans whose relatives have died and have no one to take care of them will be automatically sent here.
There are messy and dirty beds on both sides of the lobby, where children usually sleep. At this moment, thirty-four children gathered in the empty space in the middle of the lobby, standing or sitting, quietly listening to a little boy talking.
The NPC children have already gone to the dungeon, leaving only a group of players who were originally here and players who gathered from other rooms.
"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news." Wang Wen still had not changed his habit of asking questions about good things and bad things. He raised a finger and said, "The good news is that no matter which side of us suffers first, the remaining side will automatically advance to fourth place. Wheel. The bad news is that judging from the cards, the situation is even less favorable for us."
They have no way of knowing whether the evil spirits will attack the dungeon first or reach out to the children hiding in the orphanage.
Afterwards, they discussed some emergency measures, such as collecting firewood, blocking the windows, and planning an escape route.
"Should we call Musu?"
Halfway through the discussion, an inappropriate voice sounded.
Many people's hearts moved and they had different emotions.
"I've already called him, he should be heading this way."
Not far away, I saw Ye Aonai sitting up on the bed and smiled shyly: "I hope you don't blame me."
"Won't."
Wangwen Wenqie nodded towards him, noticing that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and said, "I know some of you have prejudices against him, but we must admit that he is the key to whether we can advance to the fourth round."
"But he can kill us easily." The fish from the deep sea yawned and said, he was a little sleepy.
"If you continue with this attitude, I swear Mu Su will definitely find a way to kill you." The companion with arms folded next to him laughed at him. "Don't forget that guy is very vindictive..."
"Who holds a grudge?"
Echoes echoed in the lobby, and two figures stood outside the door.
Mu Su was leaning on a crutch, with the burnt head of the Shadow of the Fire Thief embedded on the top. This was his trophy.
The robe is draped diagonally around the body, half of the body is exposed, and there is an obvious trace of fishing line stitching on the part of the right arm close to the shoulder.
Next to her, Ying Hua stood half a step back, highlighting Mu Su's presence.
The fog filled the air outside the gate, and the hazy light spilled from around their bodies into the lobby, making the two figures look a little more unreal.
The man stiffly raised the corners of his mouth and moved to hide behind a player.
Musu, who was in a good mood, walked into the lobby with his evil spirit cane. The players greeted him one after another and then continued the previous topic.
After a while of conversation, the outsider suddenly suggested: "Why don't we let Mu Su say something? He is the key figure."
The atmosphere was quiet.
"Well... you're right." Wang Wenwen nodded slightly and turned to Mu Su, who was posing with his eyes slightly narrowed: "Do you have any good ideas?"
He emphasized the emphasis on the word "good".
Mu Su, who was about to propose an asymmetrical competition with evil spirits, fell into deep thought.
