"What clues have you found? Why don't you share the intelligence clues?"
Mo Ke stood in front of them, speaking softly and looking like an innocent and cute little girl.
Xu Zhilan narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth and said, "How about you share it first, and we will see if what you share is useful, and then we will consider whether to share the information with you."
A tall foreigner-looking man next to Mo Ke said: "You think our information is useful so you share yours. It seems that your information is useful?"
Xiao Zhimiao looked at the man who was speaking. He was wrapped in a black robe, his expression was gloomy, and he looked very unkind.
"Wendel, since Miss Sister's information is useful, let's exchange with them. Maybe we can cooperate in the future." Mo Ke blinked at Xiao Zhimiao, appearing very friendly in every conversation.
Seeing that Wendell was about to bring something out, Xiao Zhimiao turned around and left, "No need, we didn't get any useful information."
Xu Zhilan followed up, looked at the unpredictable expressions of the people behind him, and said in Xiao Zhimiao's ear: "Xiao Zhilan, didn't you tell me clearly that there is no three hundred taels of silver here?"
Hearing what Xu Zhilan called him, Xiao Zhimiao glanced at him and asked, "What did you call me?"
"Little Cicada, your name sounds like Cicada at first glance."
Xiao Zhimiao's forehead twitched slightly. She thought that only a relatively out-of-touch guy like Lu Qingyang in the world would like to use homophonic memes.
Unexpectedly, there was another one in front of me.
She was too lazy to argue with Xu Zhilan about a title. She knew that talking to him would be in vain.
"The clues I have cannot be exchanged with them." Xiao Zhimiao said.
Xu Zhilan: "You could have exchanged the log in your hand with them, but they probably wouldn't be able to understand it anyway."
After Xu Zhilan finished speaking, he paused, looked at Xiao Zhimiao who looked calm, raised his eyebrows and said, "You did it on purpose, you were deceiving them."
Xiao Zhimiao said "Yeah", "They will guess whether we have some key props in hand. It depends on what they do next."
There are currently five people in Moke's team. She doesn't know whether the relationship between the team is strong, but their combat power must be the highest at present. Players who can do 5v1 in the dungeon are not everywhere, at least not for her.
Let them guess that they have key props in their hands, and either leave them at the end, or attack them directly.
But taking action so early is obviously not a wise move.
The two of them went all the way down and soon arrived at the entrance of the town, where Xiao Zhimiao had just entered the dungeon.
It was still the river full of black and red liquid, and the waterwheel was on their left.
It rained yesterday, the ground is still muddy, the air has a damp and sticky feeling, and the river emits an unpleasant stench, mixed with the pungent smell of blood.
It rained yesterday, which covered up the smell of blood. Now it was very obvious, almost going straight to their noses.
Xiao Zhimiao stood under the stopped waterwheel and explored, but didn't see anything special. However, she subconsciously resisted the black-red river and didn't want to get close.
Xu Zhilan, on the other hand, had been squatting by the river and watching, and seemed not to be affected by the bloody stench at all.
"Gudong..."
There was a crisp sound, it was Xu Zhilan throwing a stone into the river.
The stone stirred up the "bloody water" and splashed on Xiao Zhimiao's body. She ducked back and heard a crisp sound under her feet.
It sounded like the crunch of stepping on a dry branch.
Xiao Zhimiao looked down and moved his feet.
It was a white bone, only a small part of the hand bone was exposed, and it was broken by Xiao Zhimiao's step.
"What's wrong?" Xu Zhilan looked at Xiao Zhimiao.
"There is a corpse here."
"Bones?" Xu Zhilan became interested and jumped directly from the other side of the river, landing lightly next to Xiao Zhimiao.
Xiao Zhimiao squatted beside the corpse and scooped the soil with his hands.
Xu Zhilan grabbed Xiao Zhimiao's bare hands and said, "You don't mind getting dirty either."
Then he took out two shovels from the system backpack and handed one to Xiao Zhimiao.
Xiao Zhimiao took the shovel and glanced at Xu Zhilan. Unexpectedly, he even had a shovel in his system backpack.
Xu Zhilan looked at Xiao Zhimiao's eyes and said: "In the dungeon, sometimes these tools are the most useful, and they can also be used as weapons."
Xiao Zhimiao was noncommittal.
The two men took shovels and began to dig the soil. After a while, they dug out a complete corpse from the ground.
Xiao Zhimiao visually inspected the body shape of the corpse. Although the body was not very tall, looking at the proportions of the skeleton, it should be that of a male.
"There is something here." Xu Zhilan took out a pendant from underneath the corpse, "There are words on it that I can't read."
Xu Zhilan handed the round pendant to Xiao Zhimiao. Xiao Zhimiao took it and took a look. On the back of the pendant was written the words of this world, and the signature on it was: Bunian.
Xiao Zhimiao: "This is the pendant of the puppet master. His name is written on it."
Xu Zhilan knew who the puppet master Xiao Zhimiao was talking about. Although he couldn't read the diary, he searched the room carefully. Judging from the various puppets and tools, as well as the paintings on the wall,
You can probably guess what the owner of this house does.
Xu Zhilan: "It seems that this is his body."
After saying that, Xu Zhilan looked at the corpse at his feet thoughtfully: "But, how could he die here?"
Xiao Zhimiao stared at the bones for a while and said, "Just before we dug him out, he was lying on the ground with his hands stretched forward."
What Xiao Zhimiao just stepped on was his hand stretched forward. It looked like he was struggling to move forward.
And there is only this river of blood ahead.
Xu Zhilan also saw something was wrong from the movements of the bones. He looked at the river of blood and said, "Xiao Zhi, don't you feel it?"
Xiao Zhimiao immediately asked: "What do you feel?"
Xu Zhilan heard Xiao Zhimiao's tone of voice quite anxious, as if she knew something but didn't dare to confirm it, feeling a subconscious resistance.
Xu Zhilan is a priest with a high holy magic value. The stronger the dark magic power that is opposite to the holy magic value, the more he can sense it.
In this river, there is a kind of magical element that makes people feel palpitated. The dark magic is not strong, but he can only vaguely sense it.
But it makes people feel very uneasy.
Xu Zhilan frowned slightly. He stood up and pulled Xiao Zhimiao back. "It doesn't feel like a good thing. It's better to stay away from this river."
Xiao Zhimiao stared at the direction where Bunian's body had just fallen for a while. Unlike Xu Zhilan who wanted to stay far away from the river, she had the urge to get closer.
There seemed to be something attracting her again in this river of blood.
But she subconsciously resisted it, which was very contradictory.
"They're coming."
Xiao Zhimiao looked away from the blood river and looked at the Mo Ke people walking towards them.
The only people around Mo Ke are Shen Mi and Shangguan Yun, both of whom formed a team with her later. Her partners are two other men, neither of whom are with her now.
Moke's eyes fell on the corpse they dug out, and she slowly raised the corners of her mouth, "You two, do you really not want to team up with us?"
Xiao Zhimiao looked at her smile, as if she was giving them one last chance.
Xiao Zhimiao: "No need, we don't lack anything."
Xu Zhilan also added, "Yes, we have obtained enough clues."
What the two of them said was tantamount to telling Mo Ke that we already have many key clues and props with us, so hurry up and rob us.
Shangguan Yun said: "Then we can cooperate together. Wouldn't it be good to clear the dungeon together?"
Shen Mi answered: "What I'm saying is that if we pass the customs together, everyone will be happy, so there's no need for intrigues."
Xiao Zhimiao glanced at the two people who were talking. I don't know if these two people were really naive or acting. If they were real, Xiao Zhimiao could only wish them good luck for their fools.
Shen Mi looked at Xiao Zhimiao looking at her and gave Xiao Zhimiao a kind smile.
Mo Ke took a deep look at Xiao Zhimiao and said, "In this case, it seems that we have no destiny to cooperate."
"Boom!" A thunder fell from the sky, and it was about to rain. Xiao Zhimiao no longer stood here arguing with Mo Ke and the others, and decided to go back to the hotel with Xu Zhilan first.
Other players had probably searched for several other places on the map. She wanted to wait until the players came back in the evening to take another look, and not rush to explore all the locations.
Of course, Xiao Zhimiao thought it would be best if these players could cooperate. No matter what the reason for the cooperation, as long as they didn't want to kill people and get treasures, it would be fine. However, these players, including herself, were all fickle, so she could only test it first and see. Look at their attitude.
Moreover, this town is very large. It is impossible to find all these places in one day. The design of this book is not for one person. The two places they just found are the most obvious and the most recent ones. Easiest to find.
Someone must have tampered with the puppet master Bunian's house, as well as the diary that the player cannot understand, and the large pile of puppet designs hidden in it. It's just that the witch hiding in it may not have been found. Picture, or the players didn’t take it away because they didn’t think it was important.
As for the windmill, Xiao Zhimiao felt that there should be something else that they had not discovered.
As soon as we returned to the hotel, it started to rain heavily outside.
Xiao Zhimiao looked around the hall, but there was not a single player there.
But there is a rickety figure in front of the fireplace, that is the NPC Yuna who receives the player.
A bonfire was lit in the fireplace, and Yuna was squatting in front of the fireplace. She was wearing a hood, and the firelight reflected half of her wrinkled face. That face looked like a completely dehydrated dry bark, with almost no traces left. Any flexibility.
He looks older than a hundred years old.
Her back was arched so much that the bright firelight cast her shadow on the wall, like a hill.
