Chen Mo turned his attention to the octopus head, the red-eyed crow, and the beautiful woman respectively, and then passed them one by one.
Hiss, it seems like there is no one he can deal with.
That's right, you don't have to accept that mission. What am I thinking?
Chen Mo gave up the idea of completing the task. After all, it was too difficult. He would simply seek death by completing it now.
"Okay everyone, let's drink some Scarlet Mary first."
That dark shadow should be the Sir Sir these people are talking about.
Lord Sir snapped his fingers, and a wine glass appeared in front of everyone.
The wine glass is filled with red liquid.
Because it appeared out of thin air from the bottom of the table, the wine glass was still shaking slightly when placed in front of it, and the bottle was swaying slightly.
When it is raised to the side of the inner wall of the cup, it does not fall down like a regular liquid, but hangs on it with viscosity.
Chen Mo reached out and touched it, but no item information appeared on it.
However, Chen Mo could clearly feel that this liquid was not simple.
He looked at the wine glass carefully and could vaguely see countless pairs of tiny arms extending out of the liquid, hooking around the inside of the glass.
This thing is so strange. Is this for people to drink?
Chen Mo looked at the people around him. Their eyes were closed tightly. After savoring it for a moment, expressions of unfinished content appeared on their faces.
My mouth was smacking, and I kept thinking about it.
Chen Mo originally planned to follow suit, but looking at the contents of the cup, he still felt a chill in his heart. He hesitated for a moment, then deliberately slowed down his movements, picked up the wine cup and shook it gently.
He has no way to judge now whether drinking this thing will have any effect on his body, but he only knows that if he doesn't drink it, he will definitely die...
He could feel that this Bloody Mary contained the souls of countless suffering people. In fact, it was very difficult to make a similar liquid.
To harvest souls, and to harvest such a large number of souls, it is necessary to kidnap and torture victims on a large scale, making them endure inhuman pain before death. Secondly, the souls of modern people are polluted, have low purity, and are prone to errors during preparation.
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These two points alone take the difficulty of making this Bloody Mary to a new level.
Chen Mo took a deep breath, and then drank the Bloody Mary like those people.
Chen Mo closed his eyes and suppressed the ridiculous idea of a day trip.
His understanding of these people is almost zero, and his rash actions will only be in vain.
No matter what, Chen Mo felt that it would be better for every good man and woman among them to play it safe.
"Okay, everyone is almost here, right?" Mr. Jazz clapped his hands and said in an extremely cold voice.
"Well, Sir Sir, everyone is here." Octopus Head said.
Jazz nodded, and then he pulled out a piece of white paper out of thin air, handed it to the red-eyed crow at the bottom, and said: "Everyone signs his name, in order."
Chen Mo looked at the blank piece of paper with question marks on his face...
Damn it, you still need to sign in?
Chen Mo suddenly felt his scalp numb. If he really wanted to sign in, wouldn't he be exposed?
Chen Mo's eyes fell on the red-eyed crow, and he saw that the red-eyed crow skillfully held a black pen in his mouth, and wrote an artistic signature on the sign-in form smoothly. Chen Mo looked at the ghost drawing talisman and didn't notice it at all. Know what the red-eyed crow signed on it.
Damn it!
Wouldn’t it be so exciting!
Why are they all signed like this?
How do you want me to imitate this?
Chen Mo didn't know how Ty Feng usually signed his name. It was as big as two heads.
Soon, the sign-in form was passed to Chen Mo's hands.
Chen Mo took the pen and looked at the signature with the octopus head on the front. It was really the word "octopus head", but it was written in black and white. It looked uncomfortable.
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But fortunately it was in Chinese. He was afraid that this was still an international conference and he didn't even have to speak handwriting. If he wrote the wrong language, it would be directly exposed.
Exposure under such circumstances is basically a direct sentence of death.
Fortunately, Chen Mo has already judged that these people will write their own code names.
Octopus head, crow, then there is no problem if you should sign with Typhon.
Chen Mo looked at the broken characters on the octopus head and suddenly had a bold idea. He sneered and said: "Octopus head, what are you writing? Just sign it properly."
Octopus scratched his head and said, "Hey, your handwriting isn't much better!"
"That's because I didn't write seriously! Come on, let me teach you how to write." After saying that, Chen Mo picked up the pen and began to write seriously, writing every stroke slowly and neatly.
After finishing writing, he raised his eyebrows, pointed at the square handwriting and said, "Here, look at it, how neat it is!"
The octopus head glanced at it, and then said in surprise: "Damn it, Typhon, there is, there is progress!"
Soon, the sign-in form continued to be passed down.
Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, finally getting over it.
At this time, after everyone had signed in, Jazz looked at the octopus head and said: "Today you will take the meeting minutes and give them to me tomorrow."
wtf?
The meeting minutes are here. Are you really here for the meeting?
The octopus head opened his mouth to refuse, but looking at Sir Sir's cold eyes, he could only swallow the injustice in his heart.
Jazz clapped his hands and said: "Okay, now we start today's first agenda, each summarizing the work of this month, including but not limited to how many souls have been collected, how many players have been killed, and how many official players have been killed. , how many props were robbed.”
This does not require everyone to show it one by one. Lord Jazz has prepared all the data in advance, and now he directly displays all the data.
That was a ppt, and Chen Mo was calm now.
The meeting minutes and sign-in sheet are already here, but it doesn’t matter if there is an extra ppt.
On the ppt, a column chart records the number of murders of several people this month.
These people had indifferent expressions, but their eyes finally fell on Chen Mo.
For no other reason than this month, Typhon's performance was at full capacity and he killed twenty-three people!
Measurement...
Chen Mo felt sad. Although the containment conditions of [Julian Ling Snake Noodles] required killing people, you couldn't kill so many problems just to satisfy the props.
This is for kpi....
At this time, Jazz looked at the red-eyed crow and suddenly said: "By the way, Professor, I heard that you lost the [Tail Ring of the Ancient God] some time ago?"
Chen Mo looked at his nose and heart, but when he heard the words "Tail Ring of the Ancient God", his little heart suddenly began to beat wildly.
It turns out that the [Tail Ring of the Ancient God] belongs to this red-eyed crow?
So speaking of it, the Yuan Qihu who gave him the [Ancient God Tail Ring] could not be the person of this red-eyed crow, right?