NOVEL NEXT Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Through the windows, everyone saw many boys in gray clothes filing out of nearby houses.
"Follow us, we will do whatever the NPCs do.
First figure out your responsibilities as a person. "
Li Zhuang explained while walking outside.
Everyone knows the meaning of NPC these days. The oldest one here is Guan Song, who is in his 40s. He always played Legend when he was young.
Everyone followed.
Although Li Zhuang didn't reveal much useful information, the novice knowledge he mentioned was still somewhat useful.
His suggestion was also very reasonable. It would be safer to work with these boys when he first arrived.
Muchuan was the last one to follow. When he reached the door, he stopped and his eyelids twitched suddenly.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a black suitcase in the corner of the room.
Muchuan was immediately shocked.
This is the black suitcase that he couldn't throw away before. He didn't expect that it would follow him when he entered the fantasy realm.
That's outrageous.
But then I thought about it, it was so kind to see it in this situation.
etc!
Li Zhuang just said, "Nothing from the outside world can be brought in," unless it is a prop from the fantasy realm.
Could it be that this box...
Muchuan left the room before he had time to think about it.
We'll wait until we get back in the evening to talk about this box. It can't be thrown away anyway.
Muchuan left the room and joined everyone.
But soon everyone froze in place, and they discovered something unusual about the boys in gray.
These children are short in stature but have adult faces.
Their skin was so white that it was almost transparent, like snow under the moonlight, but without the slightest trace of life.
Their eyes were sunken and gloomy, and their lips were chapped but brightly red, as if they had just drank blood.
The children's bodies exuded a strong smell of blood. It was a stench that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and was unbearable.
At this time, the yard was filled with blood and stench, and everyone's stomachs were churning.
The timid Duan Qingqing and Zhou Mimi started sobbing again.
At this time, a boy wearing a white Taoist robe who was obviously one level higher than them walked into the courtyard.
"Junior brothers, there are distinguished guests arriving today. Master asked you to go to the door to greet them."
The boy in white was skinny and skinny, and his head was like a mummy.
But Muchuan felt that he at least had a "living" aura about him and was a little bit more normal than the other boys in the yard.
"Okay!" Li Zhuang said one word and left with the boy in white.
Wang Tiantian and Ding Shi followed closely behind.
[Taboo Tip 4: Immortal Zhenyuan is the master of Wuzhuang Temple, please do not violate his will. ]
Muchuan remembered the taboo reminder and immediately followed.
Everyone also remembered this tip and followed it one after another.
There were only two angry men standing there, saying disdainfully:
"I'm going to leave you, I won't play anymore, what a stupid rules fantasy realm.
Who is playing a prank? Is the director here? I want to quit.
Let me out quickly, or I will call the police. Do you know who my father is?"
Muchuan remembered that one of these two people, Shi Zeya, claimed to be engaged in outbound call business in Myanmar and had an income of several hundred million a year.
There is also a man named Ding Haihua, whose family is said to have a private clinic.
The two were still shouting, and the boys in gray clothes suddenly surrounded them.
"What do you want to do? Get out of here, it stinks, what kind of technology is this?"
"It's quite realistic. Do you want to fight?
In Myanmar, I can kill ten of you two-legged sheep by myself. "
The two of them hadn't been arrogant for long when they heard tragic screams.
"ah..."
Several children lay on Ding Haihua and started biting him. A large piece of meat was bitten off on his arms, chest and thighs.
He was struggling on the ground, screaming, and watching everyone's scalp numb and trembling all over.
Shi Zeya's neck was bitten off, and he fell to the ground unable to make a sound, vomiting blood.
"Violating the taboo reminder will result in death." Li Zhuang hinted faintly:
"Of course, the taboo conditions are not only those in the prompt, there are other taboo conditions that we need to explore."
"Ah? Are there any other taboo conditions?" Everyone suddenly panicked.
"This is a mythical fantasy realm, don't think about resisting." Wang Tiantian suddenly said:
"In other types of fantasy realms, you have strong skills and the possibility of resisting taboos.
But in the mythical fantasy realm, it is completely impossible. "
"How many types of fantasy realms are there?" asked Guan Song, a middle-aged man.
"You will know in the future." Wang Tiantian didn't even bother to say this bit of information.
"The top priority is to spend seven days safely and leave here. Don't think too much about other things." Li Zhuang said.
He didn't think of other conditions for clearance.
In this phantom realm, the only people who can leave alive are those who survive for seven days.
The other two more advanced exit conditions have never been completed.
Without further ado, everyone arrived at the door of Wuzhuang Temple.
After everyone walked out of the gate, the boy in white closed the gate of Wuzhuang Temple.
Bang!
The door is closed.
Everyone trembled, and many people looked happy: "You escaped now?"
Muchuan looked outside solemnly and said, "Don't be happy too early."
The appearance of Wuzhuang seems to be shrouded in a layer of haze, with extremely low visibility.
The sky was gray and the clouds were hanging low, as if they were about to crush the earth.
There is an ominous atmosphere in the air that makes people feel suffocated.
In comparison, the scene inside Wuzhuang Temple is at least much normal.
Falling into hell as soon as they get out of the fire pit, this is how everyone feels at this time.
At this moment, three figures and a horse suddenly appeared in the haze in the distance.
Dead branches and leaves were scattered all over the ground, without a trace of life. Every step the three people and one horse took would make a heart-stopping sound of shattering.
The leader was wearing a torn monk's robe. He was thin and his robe hung loosely on his body, like a skeleton.
His face was pale, his eyes were empty, without any luster, like a puppet that had lost its life, his lips were tightly closed, and there was no expression on his face.
This should be Tang Seng, because the other two images are more obvious.
Zhu Bajie is fat and has a pig head.
The fat under the muscles seems to have been drained, and the skin is sagging, revealing ugly wrinkles.
His eyes were sunken and blood-red, as if they had been soaked in blood, and his eyes were full of madness and terror.
Sha Wujing is tall and muscular, but his skin is a sickly blue color.
He lowered his head and carried the pole, his eyes cold, but like the boy in white, Muchuan felt the "alive" breath in him.
The white dragon horse was covered in gray and its steps were stiff, as if it were a zombie horse.
What's even more frightening is that the white dragon horse has no eyes.
Duan Qingqing and Zhou Mimi were timid and stepped back in fear, leaning against the gate of Wuzhuang Temple, covering their mouths tightly and not daring to make a sound.
A smell came out, and a pool of yellow liquid appeared at Zhou Mimi's feet.
Muchuan felt chills all over his body, but in order to survive, he had to calm down: "There is one less person."
The three experienced apostle initiates were in much better condition than them. Li Zhuang continued:
"Yes, there is no Sun Wukong!"
Li Zhuang was also a little surprised at this time. It seemed that this situation was not included in the information he knew.
Wuzhuang Guanwai
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