"People of "Mu Su Su Zhuan", come out to greet your king!"
Back in the game, Mu Su opened his arms and announced his return.
The bleak sea breeze was blowing, and only Mao Jiu, who was sitting next to him with his chin in his hands "guarding the corpse", reluctantly welcomed Mu Su.
Except for them, all the players gathered at the other end of the town because of a new discovery.
A sequel to Paradise Valley?
Mu Su and Mao Jiu, who had a sore face, approached the crowd gathered in the distance. Like chrysanthemums that had not yet bloomed, they lowered their heads silently and surrounded Qianye in the center.
"Let me be healthy too."
Moving closer, Mu Su stood on tiptoes and stretched his neck, but the dense wall of people blocked all peeks.
Mu Su patted his sticky and elastic shoulders.
"We didn't see anything, because..." The sticky tendons turned around slowly with elasticity, revealing the hollow face that had been hollowed out of flesh and blood. The tail of the tongue trembled deep in the throat and said: "My face is gone..."
The other people gathered around slowly raised their heads at this moment, revealing one after another horrifying and empty faces.
"Uh ah... my face, my face hurts..."
Snap.
While wailing, his palm slapped Mu Su's shoulder, and the bandage fell off Mao Jiu's face behind him, revealing the same terrifying hole.
"Musu, your face is here..."
Mu Su subconsciously followed the sound, and the skinless and faceless Qianye lifted up the stone urn she held in her palm. The layers of shame were piled on top of each other, with his face on top. Then, a tearing pain came——
…
"What's going on!?"
Mu Su sat up in shock on the beach.
Mao Jiu, who was sitting next to him with his chin in boredom, raised his eyes: "What's going on?"
"I dreamed that uh... I foresaw uh... I bumped into uh..." Musu would lower his head in thought every time he got stuck.
"Hallucination?" Mao Jiu asked tentatively.
"Yes, I imagined that all of your faces were gone!" As he spoke, Mu Su looked into the distance. He was in the same position as the illusion, and the people gathered around him were also like chrysanthemums that had not yet bloomed. They were also surrounded by thousands of people in silence.
night.
For some reason, Mao Jiu felt offended and insulted: "Maybe you have low sanity syndrome."
Mu Su glanced at the status in the upper left corner, and saw that his sanity was missing by about one-tenth.
"My second uncle is an ancient evil god. How dare they touch me?" Mu Su shouted towards the back of Mao Jiu, who was approaching everyone.
"Then what if you were killed by the Deep Sea Man?"
"That was an accident!"
Mu Su, who was subconsciously quibbling, was stunned and looked around Kongkong.
Who is speaking……
Mu Su shuddered, and while catching up with Mao Jiu, he shouted to everyone: "Don't look at it! You'll see if you look at your face!"
The crowd gathered around was like a scene in Mu Su's fantasy. They remained still. Mu Su, who was passing by the ruins, grabbed a wooden board, passed Mao Jiu, and swung it towards the elastic back of the sticky tendons!
"don't want--"
Bang——
As Mao Jiu screamed, the strong wind was blocked by thick arms as wide as the board. Tianmo grabbed the board and looked down at the attacker Mu Su: "What are you doing?"
"Hey, your faces..."
When the players turned around, Mu Su suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the elastic sticky muscles to his side. He looked coldly at Tianmo who was holding the wooden board high: "What do you want to do to our poor sticky muscles with the wooden board!"
"You can actually say my name..." Mu Su's arms were flattered and his muscles were elastic, and he leaned on Mu Su's arms.
"So what's going on?"
"I just woke up and saw Tianmo plotting against the elasticity of his sticky muscles, so I rushed to stop and destroy his plot!"
Mu Su took the initiative, but it was of no use. They believed what Tianmo said more.
"I just heard Mao Jiu's shouting and the wind, and habitually raised my hand to block it. Then I saw Mu Su holding a wooden board and trying to attack Elasticity..."
He looked at Mu Su with strange eyes.
The sticky tendons were elastic and he looked at Mu Su blankly: "Is it true..."
"Mu Su has low sanity syndrome... It hurts so much, I thought we would be hollowed out after seeing the slate face." Mao Jiu opened the wound on his face and dyed the bandage red.
"This is exactly what I want to say." Mu Su looked upright.
The resolution of the dispute was all a misunderstanding and no kindness.
Mao Jiu's face was the only victim in this incident.
Tianmo threw away the wooden board and pulled out the wooden thorns stuck in his palm as if he were picking hair balls from clothes.
At this time, a palm suddenly patted Mu Su's shoulder from behind.
Mu Su's black eyes suddenly became sharp, he grabbed his palm, twisted it over his shoulder and threw it.
Bang——
The sharp eyes turned into dead fish eyes again, and then he saw clearly the person lying on the ground. Mu Su was so frightened that he stuffed his fingers into his mouth.
"If there is no satisfactory explanation, I will be angry with you." Qianye said calmly while lying in the sand nest created by the smash.
"Because I have low sanity syndrome."
"...You pass."
Qianye sat up and held up his gravel-stained hair: "Let's show Mu Su the slate. Maybe he can remember something."
Because of that "internal beta friend".
Wangwen Wenqie handed the newly found stone slab with a missing corner to Mu Su: "We found it from under a pile of wooden boards. It should have been placed in a house at that time..."
"It's still a house within a house."
Mu Su, who had just finished writing the biography of Mu Su Su, knew what to fill in next, and then shook the slate: "Can I read it out?"
"casual."
He asked about it and said it didn't matter. The stone slab was only engraved with ordinary long poems and messages.
Mu Su raised the slate, cleared his throat, and whispered slowly: "God above the gray fog, your devout servant—"
Wang Wenwen quickly took away the slate and covered Mu Su's mouth: "What are you reading!?"
Mu Su broke free from the restraints: "The writing on the stone slab."
Wangwen Wenqie glanced at the stone slab to confirm the doubts, and said to Qianye who was approaching: "The content has not changed, but what Mu Su read out seems to be some kind of summoning ritual."
"I have low sanity syndrome." Mu Su blinked his innocent eyes.
"...Then just look at it."
"walk slowly."
Mu Su said this because there is only one character for "行" and two characters for "彳亍".
And the explanation also includes many words.
For example, the above sentence.
And this sentence.
The slate was returned to Mu Su's hand, and Mu Su re-read the contents on the slate while Wang Wenwen asked and watched with vigilance.
[The sun shines there, and everything jumps for life, and evil spirits dare not step in, just because there is eternal light——]
It's still a long poem in the style of Paradise Valley, but it's not this that makes the players not far away eager to try it, but the ugly message engraved on the empty part of the stone slab.
[Mia, I can’t hold it anymore, the secret room between No. 23 and No. 24 of the refuge cave, the thing I left you is there, you know what the key is - I love you]
The last name was dug up for unknown reasons.
At the same time, a prompt appeared on Musu's taskbar.
[Twenty years of waiting: There is an unknown secret room hidden between Refuge Cave No. 23 and No. 24. Someone left something there thousands of years ago. It is still covered in dust and has not yet been opened. Maybe time has lost its effect there. 】
