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"looking for me?"
The eldest grandson player was a little impatient. He had just been called out by his eldest grandson¡¯s wife, with the excuse of ¡®stomach discomfort¡¯.
The npc said, "The couple has a really good relationship," while looking at them with thin paper eyes. If there is any data, his favorability with the NPC will definitely drop another five points.
"I don't believe you didn't see the threat of adding fuel to the fire." The eldest grandson's wife stared at him.
"So what?" Changsun crossed his arms over his chest and took a step back.
Seeing his resistance and defensive actions, the eldest grandson's wife smiled: "I have been exposed. The ghost wants to kill people. I am the priority. I am not a threat to you. Or, it is not a threat enough. But that person is different."
The eldest grandson stopped talking.
The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law knew that he was already moved, so she kept trying: "For example, I am three, you are four, he is five, and there is one beside him. If we fight alone, I am afraid we can only watch him become the final winner. But three plus four is better than five plus one."
"Then what are you going to do?" Player Changsun smiled half-heartedly, his eyes narrowed.
The eldest grandson¡¯s wife¡¯s eyes were fixed on her eldest grandson, and she tried to strengthen her persuasiveness in this way: ¡°Tonight, kill him when he is not prepared.
"There are not many NPCs, and two people can complete the inspection work. His role is not big."
She spoke very quickly, but her voice was very low, reminiscent of the cold wind blowing through the cracks in the windows in winter.
Cicada called out from the tree, the night wind blew through the trees, rustling, and then the world became quiet again.
It felt like a long time passed, but in fact it was only a minute. Zhangsun said, "I don't believe you."
"But we must cooperate. If we don't cooperate, we will only fail." The voice of the eldest grandson's daughter-in-law was low, "You want the ghost card, right? I can give up."
"What good does this do to you?" The eldest grandson didn't believe that his wife did all this just to sacrifice herself for others. This word was not in their dictionary.
There may be saints in this world, but they definitely do not exist in their world.
The eldest grandson¡¯s daughter-in-law laughed: ¡°I want the props from that person.¡±
The item that can make a person give up a thousand-year ghost card would be Changsun thought of something, but his face remained calm: "What is it?"
"A prop that is not as useful as the Millennium Ghost Card, but has some special meaning to me." The eldest grandson's wife stared at him, "Will you cooperate?"
"Okay," Changsun smiled, "cooperate."
The eldest grandson¡¯s wife looked at him until their hands briefly held each other.
"We each get what we need." Changsun said.
The eldest daughter-in-law felt relieved. As long as she could cooperate, this copy would not be in vain: "Happy cooperation."
Reaching cooperation, the eldest grandson¡¯s daughter-in-law put her hand on her belly, turned around and walked back.
She had only taken two steps when a heavy object hit her head with lightning speed. There was a dull pain in the top of her head, and then her vision went dark, and she fell to the ground softly, making a muffled sound.
Changsun stood behind him, holding a stone in both hands. He didn't look like a human, but like a blood-stained hyena and gray wolf. Killing intent slowly flowed in his eyes.
¡°I want the Millennium Ghost Card, and I want the props too.¡±
Time and time again, he raised the stone and smashed it down hard, until the woman on the ground could no longer breathe.
The stone stained with blood was thrown into the corner, and the pregnant woman was dragged to the woodshed. The charred corpse was gone, but there were still some burn marks on the ground. Changsun looked around and threw the person in.
He searched for her for a while and found a player card and something that looked like a ring. This ring is a soundproof prop she carries.
"Is it her?" Changsun player's face turned pale when he saw this iconic prop. He recognized the original owner of this thing.
But then he calmed down: "Nian Tianxi didn't want her long ago, so it shouldn't matter. As long as I don't tell, who will know it's me? This thing can offset all the losses this time."
Changsun put away the ring, threw away the card, and closed the door: "With this, I am a little more sure. Ha thank you for your generosity."
Changsun wiped off the drag marks on the ground with his feet, then he went to the bucket to wash his hands and left.
About five minutes later, Ren Yifei came out from behind the banana tree with his body hunched over, still holding the shovel in his hand.
Is this the player¡¯s world?
Ren Yifei¡¯s heart dramanbsp;However, the person peeling peanuts with Ren Yifei shook his head: "Sir, the situation is special this time and we have to guard for seven days. Xiaomei, here is a pot of water."
Fine.
There is still half an hour, if we can start first
Ren Yifei rubbed the red skin off the peanuts, blew on them, and threw them into his mouth until they crackled.
"The water is coming."
It¡¯s the little beauty with the word ¡®errand¡¯ above her head.
This girl¡¯s eyes were shining with excitement just now, ready to show off her skills when she was young. She adapted to the 'game' quickly, and she lived the best among all the newcomers.
Ren Yifei forced himself to ignore the passage of time. He took out the previous information and analyzed it one by one.
"Ghost card", a piece of information that is not on the card, is the key to triggering conflicts among players.
Through their conversations, we can know that there is a ghost card in this game, and several old players may have entered the novice game because of this.
Old players may not play continuously, playing one game after another. They have a specific area to stay, and even that area has developed into a community with intricate interpersonal networks.
On the other side, he had already guessed the cause of Grandma Haruzhi¡¯s death, although it was incredible and should almost never happen.
So, who among the players is Grandma Haruzhi?
Ren Yifei was eating peanuts while looking inside the mourning hall.
The eldest grandson¡¯s wife died cleanly, leaving only a card.
Player Changsun killed someone and washed his hands, but he still burned paper calmly. This is by no means the first time this person has killed someone, and his mentality is particularly stable.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? She seldom pays attention to others, and does her own thing, very low-key.
Xiaomei, I just went to the other side to pick up groceries.
The sweeper was depressed because of Asong's death, so he sat there in a daze holding the broom.
The monk is in the corner, with his back to all of them, with only the golden word 'monk' hanging above the top.
Ren Yifei was still thinking about 'A Song' and couldn't turn around no matter how hard he tried, how could he be the one who died? All the abnormalities pointed to him, but he died.
He felt that something was stuck in his mind. As long as that thing was removed, the truth would come out.
"What are you looking at?" The person next to him bumped into him.
"Look at the monk."
"Monk?" The man wondered, "What's so good about a monk?"
"Looks familiar, like we know each other."
"Wearing the same clothes, having the same head, can you tell who is who from the back?" The person who said it crushed a peanut.
Ren Yifei opened his eyes slightly: "What did you say?"
"What?" The person who spoke didn't know why.
Ren Yifei bit the peanut kernels, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes: Did the monk show his face after Asong died?
No.
That¡¯s right, no.
After Asong died, no one saw the monk¡¯s face again. They just took it for granted that it was the monk.
Ren Yifei raised his head, a slight smile appeared on his face: because it was right under his nose, everyone ignored it.
He grabbed the thread in the tangle.
He took out a handful of peanuts, crushed them into pieces, and put the peanuts into the hands of the night watchman beside him: "Here, I give them to you."
"Ouch, what's going on? What do you want from me?"
"You look very energetic today." Ren Yifei patted him on the shoulder and turned to look at the monk in the corner.
The place was really remote and the light was not good. I could only vaguely see the back of a bare-headed man wearing a monk's robe. The reason why they were sure that this person was a monk was because the word above his head was "monk".
This word is like a person¡¯s signature.
But what if someone sells dog meat on a sheep¡¯s head?
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