"Yes, I can resurrect the killed. To be precise, it is not a resurrection."
Wang Quan continued to talk nonsense, "I can mark people within a certain range, and then return the marked person to the state he was in when he was marked before he died. But every time I use it, it will cost me ten
It’s just years of life.”
The above is pure nonsense.
In fact, if they returned to the previous location and state, he would say "I can make time go back."
He used this to highlight his importance and his life-saving grace for them.
Even if this group of "Hell Walkers" can only complete their master's tasks, they are still human beings, and they will subconsciously get close to those who have saved their lives.
And even if they only regard themselves as tool people, they will respect their own opinions as they are so important.
The premise is that there is no fatal danger - Wang Quan made up a side effect of using the ability because of this. He usually doesn't want the other party to ask him to use the ability when nothing happens.
If they really encounter fatal danger, they will subconsciously trust their own "ability" and protect themselves.
When the time comes, just promise them to save their lives - after all, you have already "saved" them once.
If this happens again, then he will become even more important.
If you really die...
Damn it, even if you die, how can you love it!
Anyway, as long as Miss An doesn't stand up and expose him, he is basically invincible.
Only in front of this group of "Hellwalkers".
Sure enough, after listening to his "explanation" of his "ability", Feng Lang and others looked more cautious.
"Can you mark us now?"
"Okay." Wang Quan continued to talk nonsense, he waved his hand, closed his eyes and muttered a few words "eat grapes without spitting out grape skins", then opened his eyes:
"Already marked."
Feng Lang and others nodded and let go of the gambler, but they blocked Wang Quan behind them and vaguely surrounded the gambler.
The gambler gritted his teeth and said: "What do you mean? Don't forget that we are on one side. If you believe this monster, you don't believe me either? Could it be that I will lie to you?"
"You know this in your heart." Feng Lang said with a sullen face, "It's just that Wang Quan is an important NPC in the mission, which affects whether our mission can be completed. And his ability is too critical. Without him, we would have been wiped out.
"
He has always been wary of gamblers.
This guy wanted to trick Wangchuan from the beginning, and he continued to have trouble dealing with Wang Quan, an important character in the mission.
He is a time bomb.
Feng Lang said coldly: "I don't care why you acted privately in the Mansion and ruined everyone's affairs. In short, you must apologize to Wang Quan and build a good relationship with him, otherwise I will not allow a time bomb to appear in the team.
."
The gambler looked at Wang Quan, who was standing behind Feng Lang, with red eyes.
The corners of Wang Quan's mouth raised into a √ shape, and his eyes were three parts sarcastic, three parts cool, three parts playful and one part contemptuous.
The above are all made up by the gamblers themselves.
In fact, Wang Quan just looked at him, without smiling, without speaking, and with his eyes... no eyes either.
He was even very sincere, "You and I are both grasshoppers on a rope now. I can put aside my grudges with you first. If you don't let me down, I, Wang Quan, will definitely not let you down!"
"Bah! You monster! I and you are at odds with each other! Either you die or I die today!"
This extremely tough line was also made up by the gambler himself.
In fact, he didn't dare.
One is that he can't beat him one on six.
The second is...he has a heartfelt fear of Wang Quan.
Now isolated and helpless, with no one believing in him, he couldn't even look at Wang Quan.
"You will die in his hands sooner or later!"
If you dare to say a harsh word, the gambler will flee as if he were running away.
This magical city is really unsafe, he has to go out first and then think of a solution.
Feng Lang and the others didn't stop him either.
It would be better to say that they have already made a choice between him and Wang Quan.
After his back disappeared into the crowd, Wang Quan withdrew his gaze and asked, "What should we do next? Go to An Gongguan or something like that?"
"You can't go to Mansion An." Feng Lang also withdrew his gaze, "We rented a courtyard here before, let's go there to renovate it first."
At the same time, he told Liu Ying to buy a newspaper and find out what day it was today.
The night they came was April 1st, and then they were at the An Gongguan on April 2nd, and the group was wiped out in the early morning of April 3rd.
It matters what day it is.
Especially according to their speculation, the Qingming Festival on April 6th may be the end of the mission.
Regardless of whether their speculation was correct or not, they did not dare to bet.
Hmm? Mission...
He suddenly frowned and began to recall what the mission was.
Is it an investigation of the truth? What is the truth...
He was a little confused for a moment.
Soon, Liu Ying came back from buying the newspaper.
Feng Lang shook his head, then took the newspaper, flipped through it, and determined today's time.
It's April 3rd now.
Depending on the sky and the position of the sun, it will probably be around 5 p.m.
"Let's go."
Feng Lang took the lead.
Wang Quan and Wang Chuan walked side by side at the end, "Chuan, where did you rent the yard?"
Wangchuan smiled mysteriously, "Pimp Alley."
Wang Quan was stunned for a moment, then his face straightened, "I have always longed for this kind of place, but I wonder what is the difference between this place and the place I know? I don't know much about it, and I hope you will give me some advice.
"
Wangchuan laughed strangely and lowered his voice: "That place is a man's paradise, you must have a good waist. Brother Quan, you know."
Wang Quan suddenly realized, "It's clear, it's clear."
He didn't have any expectations for tonight's show...
He has always kept himself clean, and now that he is facing a big crisis, I am afraid that only a pure newcomer like Wang Chuan has such an interest.
Or maybe you have just experienced life and death and need to vent your emotions urgently?
Anyway, Wang Quan definitely has no idea. He can at most observe and criticize.
After all, he was a man who would back off and sneak away when his buddies asked him to go out to play before, and then send "I'm a coward" to his buddies' WeChat group ten times in a row, and then be laughed at by his brothers in various ways.
When they arrived at the place, Feng Lang and the others went back to make repairs, while Wang Chuan called Wang Quan to go out and have a good time.
Wang Quan looked at the sky and said hesitantly: "It's not dark yet...isn't it appropriate?"
"My good brother! Time waits for no one! We still have to fight until dawn!" Wangchuan looked impatient.
He took Wang Quan and was about to set off.
"I can't do it! I can't do it!" Wang Quan refused desperately.
But the pace he walked faster than Wangchuan had already betrayed him.
............
On the other side, the city gate.
The gambler narrowed his eyes as he looked at the forty or fifty meter high city wall.
The Magic City was indeed not Shanghai. He had never heard of such a high city wall in that place.
But now it’s better to leave the city first.
Arriving at the city gate, he looked around.
There is no tower at the city gate, just a round arched gate about ten meters high and four meters wide on the stone wall.
And there is no city gate.
But what's strange is that there are many people lining up neatly under the door and heading out.
There was no communication or any other reaction between them, just like robots.
And people kept joining them and starting to line up and follow them out of the city.
The gambler gritted his teeth, took out a handful of Uzis, and lined up behind him.
There was no gatekeeper here, so he entered the door easily, and the people lining up in front and behind didn't react to him.
He took a deep breath and followed a middle-aged man out of the city gate.
Then, he froze.
The originally clear sky disappeared, and there was no sunlight in the sky.
Looking up, the top of your head is a "canopy" composed of countless tentacles.
What you are stepping on is not the earth, but a thick "carpet" made of countless human bones.
A hundred meters away, there is an irregular corpse walker assembled from unknown corpse parts. Apart from being weird and inexplicably terrifying and disgusting, gamblers can't think of any other adjectives to describe this corpse walker.
Its body is completely made up of the human body's trunk, limbs, and head. It is about fifty meters tall. In its abdominal cavity is a sharp mouthpart that opens like a chrysanthemum, surrounded by countless sharp teeth like shark teeth.
There are other smaller zombie walkers wandering around.
Occasionally someone walks out of the queue, and they will use their arms made of corpses to grab the person and stuff them into their abdomen and mouth for chewing.
Then new trunks, limbs, and heads will grow on them.
Those who left the city just walked towards the fifty-meter-tall corpse walker without any reaction, and were then sent into the abdominal cavity one by one.
The gambler suddenly saw a double image in front of his eyes.
"Well......"
He raised his hand to hold his forehead, and a severe headache suddenly hit him, making him unable to help but fall to his knees.
After a while, a shadow covered him.
He raised his head, his eyes clear again.
Looking at the corpse walker in front of him, he didn't have many other emotions, only relief.
"So that's how it is, it's really ridiculous..."
Then he was grabbed by the corpse walker in front of him and stuffed into the mouth of his abdomen.
From beginning to end, he didn't resist.
............
At the same time, Miss An opened her water-cut pupils, her eyes as gentle as water: