Chapter 16
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Night falls.
Muchuan sneaked out of the room and sneaked towards Tang Seng's room.
However, when he came outside Tang Seng's courtyard, Muchuan was stunned.
"Isn't this a lie? You can still play like this."
Muchuan looked at the dense crowd of figures in Tang Monk's yard speechlessly.
There were at least a hundred boys in gray clothes in a courtyard.
They are standing guard for Tang Monk!
Although the boys in gray are not strong, each of them has the strength of Wang Tiantian and Li Zhuang.
There are more than a hundred Wang Tiantian here, and even Wei Li has no chance of getting in.
If you meet Tang Monk at night, you will be chased by boys in gray.
The layout here must be a temporary adjustment made by the person in the back mountain. This is strictly for him.
Muchuan had no choice but to turn back.
As soon as they entered the house, they heard Guan Songzai and Wei Li complaining:
"For seven days, one ginseng fruit per day, plus today's two, a total of nine.
In this d**n fantasy realm, at least nine people have to die every time?
If there are fewer people coming in at one time, wouldn't the group be 100% wiped out?
Logically speaking, this kind of setting is impossible. There must be a way to solve it.
Just like opening the door on the first day, it was up to Gao Jie to be smart, otherwise another one would die. "
Generally speaking, when a low-level phantom realm is opened, 10 to 15 phantom realm apostles will come in once it is opened.
It's no wonder that the b****y Wuzhuang Temple always suffers group annihilations.
"This is what this b****y Five Villages Fantasy Realm is like." Wei Li said helplessly:
"Otherwise, it wouldn't have become the fantasy realm with the highest death rate among low-level fantasy realms."
"This is only the third day, there are still four days left." Li Zhuang sighed.
Ding Shi was more optimistic and said with a smile: "Fortunately, Gao Jie can solve the b****y ginseng fruit. We still have a chance."
If Muchuan hadn't been able to deal with the b****y ginseng fruit, everyone would have fought among themselves over this thing in the next few days.
With these old fried dough sticks' understanding of human nature and rich experience.
In the next few days of the b****y Wuzhuang Temple, there is a high probability that the strong will maim and control the weak, and then force-feed them blood-blooded ginseng fruit.
This is an inevitable situation, there is no suspense!
Therefore, the actual casualties far exceeded Guan Song's calculations.
At this time, Muchuan walked in.
Seeing Muchuan come back, everyone gathered around and looked at Muchuan expectantly:
"How's it going? Did you find anything new?"
Every time Muchuan left alone, he would gain something.
"No, I'll just take a walk. Let's go to bed early." Muchuan said.
Guan Song's words just now reminded Muchuan that there is no illusory realm of mortality, and there must be a way to break it.
The rules fantasy realm definitely leaves everyone with a glimmer of hope. This fantasy realm is unusually difficult.
When things go wrong, there must be monsters. Why does this fantasy realm have the highest death rate?
Muchuan opened Mingyue's diary again, feeling that the notes seemed a bit familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.
This diary was just E-class debris, so Muchuan was in no hurry to recycle it.
He always felt that the contents of this diary were a bit strange.
...
On the fourth day, nothing happened all morning.
In the afternoon, a boy in white came to everyone's room:
"The east courtyard hasn't been cleaned for a long time and is a bit dirty.
Today, you have to clean all the rooms in the east courtyard before sunset. "
The plot in the east courtyard that Muchuan was looking forward to is here.
wrong!
There seems to be something missing today... Muchuan stopped the boy in white who was leaving and asked:
"Senior brother, where are the ginseng fruits today?"
Isn't it said that you can take one b****y ginseng fruit every day?
"Today's ginseng fruit has been cancelled, and there won't be any more in the future." The boy in white said and gave Muchuan a strange look.
This guy is the first one who can make the guy in the back mountain not produce ginseng fruit.
Everyone was stunned and looked at Guan Song and Li Zhuang.
Before, it was the two of them who were saying that there was a b****y ginseng fruit every day.
Why is it gone after three days?
These people don't know that the issue of blood-free ginseng fruit was temporarily changed.
Guan Song looked at Wei Li, and all his information was given by Wei Li.
Wei Li shook her head slightly and said she didn't know.
Ding Shi said quietly: "Could it be because the b****y ginseng fruit failed to kill anyone for three consecutive days, so they gave up."
Everyone looked at Muchuan, who spread his hands and said:
"I don't know. Anyway, wouldn't it be better if there was no b****y ginseng fruit? It would save everyone the worry."
"I think you seemed a little disappointed just now." Wei Li pointed out.
Muchuan's attitude when asking for blood-stained ginseng fruit was very positive.
This woman saw it, and I lost one D-level reward every day. I was going to be so angry... Muchuan scratched his head and said with a simple smile:
"No, I just want to do something for everyone, to show my value, so that everyone can appreciate me every day."
What he said... was very true, and no one doubted it.
...
Come to the east courtyard.
After the boys in white clothes assigned tasks, a group of boys in gray clothes entered the main room carrying wooden buckets.
Wei Li, Li Zhuang and others' expressions suddenly changed.
Why has this plot changed again?
They didn't know what was in the barrel of the boy in gray.
They have never had access to relevant intelligence.
These boys in gray clothes were obviously not there to clean.
There will be no NPC help at all in the cleaning task of the east courtyard.
Not long after, the boy in gray clothes came out of the main room, carrying empty buckets and left.
Li Zhuang pointed to the main room in the middle and said:
"I advise everyone to clean this room last and don't go in alone."
That's where Qingfeng hanged himself. Once you enter, the taboo conditions will be triggered.
Every five minutes, someone will be hanged by Qingfeng.
Hearing this, everyone nodded to express their understanding.
Although they were all curious, the desire to survive overshadowed all curiosity at this time.
Sweeping the floor, fetching water, wiping furniture, everyone got busy.
It took ten people three hours to clean a dozen rooms in the entire east courtyard.
There are no abnormalities in any of the rooms, and there are no valuable clues or items at all.
Towards evening, everyone gathered in front of the main wing.
"Too many people have died recently, and I don't want anyone to die again.
There is a hanged ghost in the main room of the east courtyard..." Li Zhuang told everyone the taboo conditions of the east courtyard:
"Cleaning is a must, and doing it while standing on your head is too energy-consuming.
Let's go in in groups of two and help each other. "
Guan Song, Ding Shi and others had just discussed and decided to take these newcomers through the border together.
The reason is very simple, there are not many cannon fodder left, and we can no longer die.
The direction of the b****y Wuzhuang Temple has undergone some uncertain changes because of Muchuan.
Cannon fodder is the best way to test taboo conditions and must be cherished.
Li Zhuang had no objection to this. He had already put away his cheap sympathy after walking in the fantasy realm all year round.
Ten people were divided into two groups and divided into five groups.
Guan Song was paired with Wei Li, and Li Zhuang chose to be paired with Ding Shi.
Muchuan is too mysterious, and Li Zhuang is not very confident about him.
Duan Qingqing was immediately attached:
"Gao Jie, let me team up with you. Will you protect me?"
Muchuan was noncommittal and nodded lightly in agreement.
"You guys go in first." Ding Shi named the couple.
It's obvious that they are being used as cannon fodder.
"Why?" The two newcomers were obviously unhappy.
Who would go in even if they knew there was a ghost inside?
Ding Shi lightly stamped his foot.
Click!
The stone bricks on the ground suddenly cracked.
Ding Shi said viciously every word:
"You have two choices now. The first is to go in and explore the way.
The second one was crippled by me, and then I went in to explore the way. "
The two newcomers were so frightened by Ding Shi that they backed away, swallowed, and said helplessly:
"Okay, let's go in and explore the way."
Duan Qingqing looked at this scene and immediately felt happy about his choice.
If you follow Muchuan, at least you don't have to be cannon fodder.
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