Lord Grim breathed a long sigh of relief and sat back on the sofa, revealing the strange transparent bridge behind him.
Should I say that bystanders know better? No matter how you look at it, this is what Mu Su and Mu Su would do...
Transparent Bridge pulled up the friends list and looked at it. After Mu Su's name, it showed: (in the game after falling asleep).
Um……
Transparent Bridge rubbed her chin with her palms stained with potato chip residue.
but……
…
But would this Western setting in the Earth Age have an oriental name like "Brother Jie"?
Hiding behind the withered bushes, I looked, heard, asked and thought.
Other players have already stepped into the open space and greeted the scavengers in front of the bonfire: "Hello, Brother Jie."
They were very interested in the first NPC in the main world. Mao Jiu, who was closest to him, hesitated and asked: "...Are you a local?"
"Of course not, foreigners, I'm just like you."
The scavenger picked up a branch next to him, with something strung on it, and put it on the bonfire to bake.
Mao Jiu was exchanging glances with his companions not far away, and they signaled to continue asking. Looking back, Mao Jiu saw something strung on a branch, and swallowed in fear.
They were several eyeballs penetrated by branches. The glass melted and the turbidity poured out, solidifying on the branches.
He watched as the shriveled eyeballs strung on the branches were taken away by the scavengers, put into the grinning mouth, and then the teeth closed.
"Oh, it's so hot! Uh... I mean, damn, it's so fucking hot!"
The eyeballs slipped and rolled into the bonfire, like flower buds blooming and melting.
The scavengers show a psychotic side, but they are quite reasonable - the players may even have expected that there are no living people or humans in the main world.
"What do you mean by being the same as us?" Mao Jiu tried not to look at his eyes or mouth.
"Want some?"
Then the branch with the eyeballs on it was handed to his face.
"No, no need..." Mao Jiu shrank his neck and squeezed out his chin several times.
The scavenger smiled as if he was holding his prey: "You have beautiful eyes."
"Uh...thank you..."
"Beyond this broken island."
The scavenger suddenly returned to the topic and took back the branches he had picked up: "I know you are the reclusive people hiding on Wanghai Cliff, right?"
Players nearby looked at each other.
Is this the identity assigned to them by the game? In other words, the "disguise" skills they got in the last game.
A player named Yu Zhiluo asked: "We still have some companions, can we let them come over?"
The scavenger didn't even raise his head: "Whatever you want, this is not my territory."
After receiving permission, Yu Zhiluo called the players who were scattered across the beach and shallow forest.
"Have you ever explored the island?" Mao Jiu continued to ask.
The scavenger raised his eyes, as if he saw his intention, but didn't mind: "It's just limited. Have you seen that broken mountain? There are weird people who hunt people who make noises. There are holes deep in the woods.
Zhuhai. They look scary, but they are actually good guys and will not hurt you as long as you don’t get close.”
"snort……"
The transparent bridge in front of the screen hummed, Mu Su actually used the information they spent their lives to explore to make a mystery.
Poor Lord Grim, his roasted coral was held stiffly in the air.
"There are also good things about weirdness?" A player approaching the campfire couldn't help but say.
"For outsiders, not all weirdness is bad, just like not all people are good."
Mao Jiu continued to ask questions, and each answer was to complete all players' understanding of the main world.
Wangwen Wenche had already walked out of the forest, frowning and looking at the figure by the campfire.
"What are you thinking about?" Qianye asked him.
Like himself, he is good at playing games with wisdom.
"I feel like I've heard this voice before somewhere... it's very familiar..." Ling Guang's mind flashed, and Wang Wen Wen Che suddenly raised his head: "I remembered! It's Mu Su's voice."
"... Put away Musu's PTSD, don't scare yourself, don't forget that he was eliminated in the last game." Qianye was speechless.
"You know, I just saw a post on the game tribe two days ago."
Wangwen Wenche shook his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the scavengers beside the campfire, as well as the cotton hats on their heads.
"Musu played with a Wanghai Cliff, and hundreds of people couldn't find him on the narrow Wanghai Cliff...the reason was that he covered his name with a hat."
"It is indeed like what he did." Qianye raised his snow-white neck and nodded. "But it has nothing to do with us now. Mu Su will not be here, and he will not know about Duanshan and Yanzhuhai."
"But we haven't confirmed it yet, haven't we?" Wangwen Wenqie whispered. "You'll know after you try it."
"How are you going to try?"
…
"The slime and tendons are elastic. If I were you, I wouldn't be curious about this." The scavenger's words contained a warning.
"I'm sorry..." Guxu's muscles were elastic as he apologized and backed away.
"Players, please give me a human-like name in the role-playing game." The player standing nearby complained with disgust: "Millions of players are watching."
"Who knew he would pronounce my name." He was holding his forehead, half covering his face, and his sticky tendons were elastic, showing shame.
"Musu?"
Wang Wen Wen Che came to the front row and suddenly called out to the scavengers.
"Ah?" The scavenger looked at it subconsciously, and then coughed dryly: "Ahem... I mean, man, who are you calling?"
"Stop pretending, Mu Su, I have recognized you." Wang Wen Wen Qie took advantage of the victory to pursue.
The scavenger still looked innocent: "Oh my god, I don't know why you called me that. Is that someone important to you? Like your father?"
"Did you all hear it?" Wang Wenwen asked and looked around. "An answer that is characteristic of Mu Su."
Other contestants whispered, they were certainly not unfamiliar with this name, nor were they unfamiliar with the behavior of this name...
Wangwen Wenqie seemed to have a chance of winning, and asked with doubts: "So why are you here?"
The scavenger was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Did you know? Pagans will hide among everyone and distort the knowledge of those around them."
Don't...don't do this...
In front of the screen, Transparent Bridge covered his forehead in pain.
Don’t turn survival games into asymmetrical competitive games…
"We are players, this kind of thing will not happen." Wangwen Wenqie shook his head and said.
"Not necessarily." Qianye's voice suddenly sounded: "Don't forget the island we saw on the sea."
Those scarecrows with players' names on their heads are indescribably scary.
"Okay..." Wangwen Wenqie sighed helplessly, walked towards the scavenger, and stretched out his hand above his head.
At this time, the scavenger suddenly stood up, grabbed Wang Wenwen Che by the collar, leaned forward and glared at her face.
After subconsciously leaning back and looking around in panic, his eyes became expectant, staring at "Mu Su" who was very close at hand: "Yes, that's it! Then he stuffed something like a gun into my mouth and said that sentence to me.
Classic lines!"
After the words fell, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
"It is simply a world-famous painting and a quotation handed down from generation to generation."
Ying Hua, who was standing aside, couldn't help but clapped her hands.
