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Fang Yuan shook his head at this moment, with a look that none of you understand.
"Master Yan Luo's journey has become more interesting, but every time he encounters Li Gui, he is the first to rush up. I can feel his concern for us players. The hatred is completely transferred to him, so as to better protect us."
"Those who hold salaries for everyone should not let them die in the wind and snow."
"Whoever lights a lamp for the world must not sink it into mud."
"Although my strength is low, I will never allow the world to misunderstand him."
Hear this.
The hearts of the two women shook.
The ancient instructor also twitched the corner of his mouth,
This level of thinking, this structure, if you don't become the chief of the military supply department, it will be a waste.
I have given up my position as the instructor of the magic city to you, okay?
but.
Fang Yuan's words are not without reason.
Even though Yan Luo looked very bad, even widowed and lonely old people were playing tricks, and sometimes he was terribly cruel when dealing with ghosts.
But along the way, they felt safe following this man.
Once someone encountered a ghost, he rushed over as fast as he could without even having a chance to make a move.
That attention, that concern, that carefulness...
some moment.
They even feel that what they are following is not a player, but an old father who has broken his heart.
There is a sense of déjà vu of "you wait here, don't move around, I'm going to play a trick".
Think of this.
Instructor Gu felt ashamed of his previous thoughts.
Why did he think that Yan Luo rushed up immediately because he was afraid that they would steal the monsters.
Damn me.
"Instructor, do you want to cut this paragraph? This is more bloody than the last few paragraphs, and it may not pass the trial."
the cameraman asked quietly.
"Reserved, must be retained."
The ancient instructor swallowed back the word "pinch off" that just blurted out, and said in a firm tone:
"Even if it doesn't pass the trial, we have to keep it internally. This video is of great significance. We can't let his hard work go to waste."
Cameraman: ...
Understood.
He understood exactly what leadership meant.
Silently lead back the first few paragraphs.
The pixels are also adjusted to the highest level to ensure that everyone can be personally on the scene and feel the atmosphere of the scene in the most intuitive way.
……
Do it all.
Under Fang Yuan's leadership, Shen Jian made many new friends.
This time.
He resisted the urge to pack the sack.
Changed to a more friendly exchange.
[Sub-task: Leave your traces in Sujia Village (completed)]
[Task conditions: know no less than four villagers (25/4)]
[Note: This task can still be completed and will be incorporated into the game settlement interface. 】
[Current completion rate: 5%. 】
See the tips above.
Shen Jian was thoughtful.
The completion of 25% is unlocked only after getting to know 5 villagers.
Even if this task is placed in the three-star dungeon, it is still the top one. I am afraid that ordinary players may not be able to complete it until the end of the first seven.
However, even so, the completion of the task is not 1%.
Can only passively participate in the ghost hunting competition on the day of the first seven's funeral.
For high-level dungeons, the source ghosts behind them are not simple.
Shen Jian sighed.
The source ghost behind this Sujia Village is undoubtedly the village chief.
Whether it is the origin of hunting folk culture or the resumption of hunting, the prestige of the village chief's family in Sujia Village can be seen.
If such a ghost is packed, it can also stand up to several ordinary red-clothed ghosts.
Shen Jian showed a hint of emotion.
……
time flies.
The first seven and fourth days.
On the fifth day, I have something to do today and make friends.
On the sixth day, I had something to do today, so I took half a day off from Fusheng and took the opportunity to help the women and ghosts flow out of a lake.
Seventh day.
The day of the first seven funerals.
this day.
The husband of the housewife ghost Zhou Qian finally dared to return home.
In order to avoid the attack of the headless old lady, he hastily dropped his head and went to the entrance of the village to spend a few days in the wilderness to survive.
until today.
Dare to come back.
He swore that when his wife came back, he would make that human look good.
How dare you use the headless old lady's head to fool him.
The coward gritted his teeth angrily.
at the same time.
He also had doubts and incomprehension in his heart.
Why didn't the wife come to him?
According to the normal situation, she should kill the group of humans the next day and return home, then meet the headless old lady and drive her out.
Finally searched the entire village to find him.
But actually.
He has been at the entrance of the village for a few days, but his wife has not come to see him.
The cowardly ghost had a bad premonition in his heart.
Could it be that the wife is still with that human?
impossible.
This is absolutely impossible.
His wife was so devoted to him until death, even if he killed her, she would remain indifferent, and even ask him if he wanted to eat after the killing.
The love for him has reached the level of obsession.
How could it be possible to betray him.
It should be that the human being has some tricks, and the wife was affected by the fight with the other party, where should I cultivate.
The coward thought so.
open the door.
wow~
The sound of water coming from the bathroom.
Faintly, there seemed to be an extremely small voice coming out.
"Small, keep your voice down~"
The coward's spirit shook.
The wife did come back.
She didn't stay with the human.
"Wife? Is that you?"
Crash.
The sound of water drowned out the sound again.
next moment.
The voice of the folk woman ghost Zhou Qian came out: "Old, husband?"
"Ok?"
"You, are you back already!?"
Doubt flashed across the coward's face.
Why did he feel that his wife's voice seemed a little flustered, and he was a little surprised that he came back.
It must be an illusion.
He went in.
The headless old lady had disappeared.
Hearing the sound, he walked all the way to the bathroom door.
The glass door of the bathroom filled with mist slowly opened a corner.
His wife's face was exposed.
Because of the cover of fog, everything inside the glass door was covered.
He could only see half of his wife poking out her face.
That not overly coquettish, but very attractive pretty face seemed to be soaked in hot water, with a very obvious flush.
"Honey, you're finally back, you don't know how much I miss you these days, by the way, what about that human, did you kill him?"
"He, him?"
Panic flashed across the face of the woman ghost Zhou Qian, and she glanced at the figure of another person reflected in the water droplets without leaving a trace.
And that person has gradually approached.
"I, um, I failed to kill him, he has some means, I can't... ah."
"What's wrong wife?"
The coward wanted to go in, but was stopped outside.
"The hot water was turned up just now. It's a little hot. It's okay. That human, um, I couldn't do anything to him, so he ran away."