The curly-haired boy first glanced at everyone curiously, and then with an unknown smile, he walked to the back and did not find a seat to sit down. Instead, he hugged his shoulders and looked at them.
Fan Luo glanced at the curly-haired boy and stopped paying attention.
But Liu Qingqing looked at each other frequently, because the curly-haired boy was the closest to them and was so independent.
Mo Jiaxin quietly pulled down Liu Qingqing's clothes.
Liu Qingqing turned back and smiled at Mo Jiaxin, no longer looking at the curly-haired boy.
After the curly-haired boy, three more groups of people came in. The largest group included 19 people, and the least group included 5 people.
After the last 7 people with license plates entered the auditorium.
A voice suddenly sounded from the stage at the front of the auditorium.
"Welcome to the Textile Manor."
Everyone was shocked.
Because there was no one on the podium originally, and it had always been empty, but now, a white-haired old man wearing a priest's uniform had stood on it and opened his mouth to welcome everyone.
"I am a priest and a player of [Pot]. You still don't know what [Pot] is. To put it simply, the game hall is [Pot]."
The white-haired priest said in a gentle tone,
"However, Pot is not just a game hall. Those who came here today are all new players. You have just passed the trial and do not have permission to enter the second level yet. You don't know anything about Pot. You even
I’ve never even heard of it. Now that I’ve said it, you should be all curious, right?”
The white-haired pastor looked at everyone, from left to right,
"Even if you are not curious, I think you should try your best to understand it. The pot is related to your future destiny."
He waved his hand lightly, and a picture suddenly appeared in the air. It was a huge pot-shaped object. Under the pot, there were black dotted lines connecting illusory images.
Densely packed and endless.
Fan Luo's pupils shrank, and the illusory images were very similar to the illusory images he saw in the long river of time during his travels in the world.
The white-haired priest walked into the frame and pointed at the pot-shaped object.
"This is a pot."
His fingers slowly moved away and landed on one illusory portrait after another,
"This is a world, this is also a world, this is still a world... these, all are worlds."
The white-haired priest opened his hands, kept closing them, and finally placed his gathered hands on the pot-shaped object.
"They are all connected to the pot. All the worlds are connected to the pot, transporting one thing to it. That is..."
The priest turned and looked at the crowd,
"Player——"
The auditorium was silent.
The white-haired pastor removed the screen,
"Why does the pot need players? And why do you want to create such a game world that is constantly destroyed, reborn, and reincarnated? I... don't know. No one knows! Pot, even the gods can play with it.
A great existence, no one knows what it does, what its purpose is, and what its significance is..."
The white-haired priest closed his eyes like a prayer,
"We just need to know...what the kettle will bring us."
He slowly opened his eyes and focused on everyone again,
"If you pass the trial, you will get 10 game coins, which is the most basic reward. And above the basics, I think... some of you... should have received additional rewards, some magical little
Stuff! And these things are what Kettle brought to us."
The pastor noticed that some people's eyes flickered and they avoided his sight with some guilt, and he burst out laughing:
"Don't worry, no one will want your gadgets. At least not the textile manor. I'm telling you now..."
The pastor's face turned serious for the first time, and his beast-like aura filled the entire auditorium, making everyone's heartbeats slow down.
"The textile manor only needs one thing, and that is - affinity!!!"
"Does it sound familiar? Hahaha, think about it carefully. When you passed the trial, the pot gave you a gift. Yes, it is of affinity! This kind of gift cannot be stripped away, and the textile manor will not
If you want it, you can’t come either.”
"But in addition to this type of gift that comes directly from the pot, there are many treasures with various types of affinity properties, and this kind of treasure is your future mission."
When the pastor said this, he seemed to have fulfilled his duties. With a pop, he disappeared into the auditorium instantly like a bubble bursting.
Hundreds of people were left in shock.
"Ah~~"
Mo Jiaxin suddenly screamed and looked back with shame and anger.
Fan Luo and Liu Qingqing looked over and saw the curly-haired boy smelling his palms with an intoxicated smile on his face.
"Jiaxin...what's wrong?"
Liu Qingqing asked quietly.
Mo Jiaxin said angrily with a cold face:
"He touched my back."
Liu Qingqing's eyes fell on the gaping hole in Mo Jiaxin's clothes, which had been slashed by a perverted murderer with a knife. The clothes were torn with a not-so-long rip, just below the shoulder.
A patch of snow-white skin was exposed.
This level of nudity cannot even be called nudity. Many clothes have several times more openings in the back, or they are simply exposed and backless.
"Are you a pervert too?"
Liu Qingqing said angrily.
The eyes of the curly-haired boy suddenly became extraordinarily weird. Fan Luo felt vaguely familiar, and quickly remembered a person, the kid who bullied him and Liu Wenwen in school.
Xiao Zai Zi is the young master of a large company. His family is very rich and he has a high social status. He has distinguished himself from ordinary people and despises the law.
Because the parents of many students in the school are employees of their companies, he is usually called a domineering one. When the children of employees face him, he will only lose interest if they bow and salute in a lowly manner.
Once a student becomes a little more normal and talks to him like an equal, or makes jokes, cares, calmness and other gestures like his friends, then he will be heard in front of the whole class directly during the get out of class period without having to leave school. They say they want to isolate so-and-so. Anyone who dares to talk to so-and-so is going against him.
After school, he led a group of people to drag those who "provoked" him into the toilet and tortured them in various ways.
Those were the type of people who had the deepest understanding of "evil" before Fan Luo's memory recovered. There were not many of these people in this world.
And now, this curly-haired kid gave him this feeling.
The curly-haired boy put down his hand, shook his body, and looked at Liu Qingqing and Mo Jiaxin without saying anything, as if he didn't want to communicate with such a lowly person as the other party.
It’s just that those seemingly lifeless eyes reveal the fun of finding toys, a very light fun, just like walking on a long stretch of road that is exposed to the sun and deserted, and you see a bird flying by, and you will look for it with your eyes.
I watched the flight path of the bird for a while, but I didn't really put any interest in it. When the bird flew away, I continued walking, walking, walking like a zombie.
The curly-haired boy shook his body, and suddenly pulled out a swinging stick from his sleeve. Snap, the two metal parts of the swinging stick stretched out. The next moment, in front of everyone, he hit Liu Qingqing with all his strength.