First Player

Chapter 474 Chapter 472·"Nice to meet you."

Chief Feng's originally gentle expression immediately turned cold.

"The First Tribe does not welcome Jiu Shen believers." He said lightly: "And, personally, I also hope that you will terminate the contract with her as soon as possible."

He left without giving any advice on Xi Boer's situation. As a brother, he actually wanted her to die.

Su Ming'an originally thought that the chief and Xiboer would have a misunderstood relationship like Shengqi and Qinwang, but he didn't expect that the chief actually hated this heretic and wanted her to die.

Blood relationship does not seem to exist for them at all, only faith is more important.

Su Mingan looked at Xi Boer who was unconscious. He knew that he could only wait until he went back to ask Teacher Fang and the old woman. They should have a way to suppress the curse.

...By the way, are those Black Lamb players still walking around the streets? He didn't bother them. The eight altars haven't been painted yet?

This small copy is really played as a farm simulator by this group of players.

He walked towards the second floor of the nearest processing plant and heard the sound of "bang bang bang" footsteps, as if someone was running violently.

He had no intention of chasing, but walked towards the altar on the second floor. The altar is located on top of the iron staircase, which is now less than half carved.

Su Ming'an took out the carving pen from his arms, dipped it in the blood, raised it, and drew -

The bright red color appears on the altar, outlined along the vague lines.

[You are carving the altar, current progress: 18%]

[The props you use are (ordinary carving pen), (ordinary animal blood), carving efficiency: extremely low. 】

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Su Mingan drew for a while and realized that the speed was indeed very slow.

He put away his pen, hid the unconscious Xiboer in a cabinet nearby, turned around, and pointed in the direction of the high iron plate.

The path leading to the third floor is not a safe iron staircase, but iron plates with height differences that require people to jump over.

His legs were slightly bent, and he used strength to jump.

The A-level jumping ability of Shuofeng's boots played a very gratifying role. He felt a natural propulsive force coming from his feet, and his jumping height increased a little.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang. He successfully jumped onto the iron plate in front of him. Due to the excessive force, he was a little too far forward and almost fell down the empty space between the iron plates.

There happened to be a red-hot iron underneath. Even if he died and returned to the game, he didn't want to die like this. If the first player was burned to death because of the jump... this would be too embarrassing, and it would be a dramatic ending.

However, if the previous death return was to jump across the world line, it does not rule out that he has experienced real death many times, which can be called a ridiculous ending...

He bent his legs slightly, and after grasping the angle, he jumped again. After repeating it several times, he successfully reached the platform on the third floor.

The third floor is very quiet, with only one wooden door at the front of the platform. He stretched out his hand, and after melting the cracks in the wooden door, he kicked the door open.

"hiss……"

Ying was in a delicate and frail state, and his legs ached slightly. After taking a breath, he still suppressed his voice.

The night wind blew in my face, and the air was filled with the smell of rot and blood.

This is the tallest building on the farm. You can see the whole farm. The view is extremely vast, and you have a sense of vastness overlooking all living beings.

The swaying wheat fields in the dark night, the skeleton-like scarecrow, the altar emitting blood-red light... They fit perfectly into his field of vision, with a dark blood-colored film, like a night with low saturation. painting.

Several corpses were scattered in various places on the farm, like dead beetles, and the black mist was cold and shrouded in their melting and rotting corpses.

Su Mingan stood on the edge of the platform, looked into the distance, and saw a faint hint of gold.

...Dawn is coming soon.

No matter what happens at night, it seems that with the arrival of day, all the ugliness will be buried in the passing darkness.

Those hideous corpses are only an insignificant part of everything that happens in the world. No one cares about the struggles and pain experienced here.

When he turned around, a white shadow suddenly appeared.

It was a woman in a white coat who suddenly appeared on the rooftop.

She seemed to have been waiting there for a while without making a sound. She only spoke when he turned around.

"Nice to meet you." The woman's eyes were quiet: "My name is Isabella."

Her skin is as white as marble, with a sharp stone texture, her eyebrows are dark and thick, her nose is straight, her lips are beautiful and thin, and her eyes exude confidence.

When she looked at him, she didn't show any nervous movements. She just stood calmly at the door, with a silver mechanical ball hovering on her shoulder.

Ming'an, happy birthday.

Happy New Year everyone.