This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"My name is Snow, and I am an unknown person. If you read this sentence, then I am dead. I just want to tell you, please cremate my body and throw it into the sea. If a group of slimes want it, then absolutely don't give it. I don't want them to use my body for strange experiments."

After writing this sentence, Snow thought for a while, and then said to the butler beside him, "Do you have any last words? I can write them for you."

"Is it too early for you to give up." The butler frowned and said, "I think we can go out."

"I think it's good to die here. Anyway, you know the blood of our family. Let's cut off this dirty blood. I don't want to be the puppet of that disgusting god."

The butler gave Snow a helpless look, and then naturally took his hand: "Let's go, this passage should be used by your father to escape. As long as you walk down, you may find your father, and then you can go out."

Snow struggled for a while, and found that the butler's strength was much stronger than his own, and he couldn't break free at all.

Being dragged forward by the housekeeper, Snow began to observe the surrounding situation.

This is obviously an artificial tunnel, which can barely accommodate two people walking side by side.

The ceiling is low enough to reach out and covered with glowing moss, which fills the tunnel with a dim glow.

They fell in through a hole in the ceiling, which closed as soon as they passed, and could never be opened again.

This setting is very convenient for escaping, and can trap the follower afterwards, which is a relatively excellent design.

But in Snow's view, this design is to kill them.

The tunnels are also very carefully constructed. The tunnels sometimes go up and sometimes go down, and there are different passages in some places. If you don't walk through it yourself, you don't know what's on the other side.

Walking through the intricate tunnels, the housekeeper suddenly asked: "Is there nothing in this family that is worth commemorating?"

"My mother, well, there should be another one."

"who?"

"I used to have a dog named Red Wine Stewed Dog. I liked it very much, but for some reason, it disappeared later."

"...I think you gave it that name to make it go."

"Another one,

She is a gentle and lovely big sister, visiting her every day is my favorite thing to do. But she also disappeared later. Of course, it may also be the reason for my inaccurate memory. After all, my mother will have many side effects when performing sacrifices on our behalf, and our memory is one of them. "

The housekeeper paused for a moment, and then asked: "Do you think there is such a possibility that the big sister is just a fantasy of yours, a sexual fantasy created to resolve your precocious puberty?"

"Don't talk about other people's good memories so wretchedly...but...maybe...Damn it, I'm beginning to suspect that it's my hallucination."

The butler stopped abruptly, and Snow, who was caught off guard, directly bumped into the butler's back, and was immediately pulled aside by the butler.

"Don't talk, be quiet." The housekeeper covered Snow's mouth and whispered.

A group of priests silently walked past them, but they didn't notice the steward and Snow who were close at hand.

Snow moved his gaze down and found that the pin on the butler's chest released a faint blue light. It was this layer of blue light that blocked the sight of the group of priests and reminded Snow of something.

A dark tunnel.

The familiar pin.

And the phrase "Don't talk, be quiet."

The fragmentary memory made Snow feel like he had a splitting headache. After the group of priests disappeared, he crouched down covering his head and panting violently.

After the pain subsided, he stood up and asked the housekeeper, "Who the hell are you and why do you have that pin?"

"I……"

Before the steward could answer, a throwing knife suddenly appeared from the darkness and pierced through the steward's body, causing the steward to fall down with his eyes wide open.

Then, in the darkness, someone stretched out his hand, grabbed Snow's hand, and rushed towards the other end frantically.

"Wait, who are you, what did you do just now! You killed the housekeeper!"

"That's not the housekeeper, look carefully!"

Turning his head, Snow saw the pierced butler sit up again with the help of the dim light, a large number of granulation spread from the wound on her chest, and her body returned to its original shape after a while.

Staring straight at the direction Snow left, she howled like a wolf, and shouted fiercely: "Snow, come back!"

Snow ran even faster.

Although he kept saying that he wanted to cut off his own bloodline, once the danger came, Snow realized that he was actually a mortal, and he still didn't really want to die.

Struggling to follow behind the attacker, Snow could feel the wind blowing from behind, and the beast-like smell was behind him, making him push out his full potential and keep running forward.

The attacker seemed to be very familiar with the tunnel. Under the leadership of the opponent, Snow felt that he was getting farther and farther away from the danger behind him, until he couldn't feel it at all.

After turning into a relatively spacious place, Snow couldn't hold on any longer, and lay down directly on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Why do I keep encountering such unlucky things?" Snow said helplessly, "Also, thank you very much. Who are you?"

Only now did Snow have the opportunity to look at the person who led him away.

The other party was wearing a cloak and leather armor, and his slim figure stretched like a wicker.

"What's the matter, don't you know me?"

The familiar voice rang in Snow's ears, making him feel as if he had returned to the past in a trance.

When the other party lifted the cloak, Snow looked at the familiar person in front of him, and couldn't help saying, "Big sister?"

"It's me, long time no see, Slater."

The other party is still the same as in memory, even the tear mole under the corner of the eye is still there, and it has become more dazzling and attractive.

She looked at Snow carefully, and suddenly hugged Snow tightly in her arms, and said emotionally: "It's great that you're back, I knew you would definitely come back."

Snow raised his hands in the air, and he didn't know whether to push the opponent away, or take advantage of the situation and hug him in his arms.

When I was a child, I just felt that the other party was a gentle sister, but now it seems that the other party is a woman full of charm, so that Snow, who has no desire to reproduce at all, thinks it is good to have such a wife.

In particular, the gentleness that the other party could feel even through a layer of leather armor was entirely based on Snow's XP system.

"Well, I'm glad you're still alive, but I want to know what happened here? Of course, if you don't know, don't force it. We can talk about the past first, and then explore together."

"No, I know." The eldest sister smiled softly, "Let's go, we have to go to a place to meet someone first."

"who?"

"Your father."