Chapter 77

In the dream world, the player "raindrop" is wearing a mage's robe without any attribute. The sun is shining on his head, and Lengjun's face is dripping with sweat.

"Is this sun nailed there forever?" Raindrop looked up at the sun in the sky.

No matter how many times I dream, the sun is always hanging in the sky, releasing light and heat.

If you take a long time, the ground will be very hot.

Looking back, the ground is far away from him, at least 40 meters away.

Next to the mage player, "Reinhardt" was barehanded and sweating. With a wave of his hand, he waved a piece of rain.

"It's killing me to stay here. It's too hot."

His heavy armor had been thrown on the ground by him for a long time, without any idea of wearing it.

At first, the dream world was not so hot, but as the sun deepened, the land became hotter and hotter.

Hart reached for the heavy armour and grabbed the steel block, then placed it on a high ground.

They are in a black spirochete building organized by a group of curious enthusiasts.

They don't think nightmares are bad, but they think it's a good thing.

Once upon a time, there was a terror on the sky. Although they could not witness it, they were curious about the sky, so they wanted to stack a tower directly into the sky through the ability to build.

In order to complete this project, a small number of players gathered here to build the tower base.

Some people are in charge of logistics. They need to drink water, eat, Lazar, etc.

If you don't take care of yourself, it is very likely that you will be born again in a certain area of the land after illness and death. It's a waste of time to rush here. The first sudden death has not yet arrived and has been on the way. Therefore, the importance of logistics is self-evident.

In the distance, the skinny boy "North thorn" also reached for Hart's armor, took out the steel stone, and then filled the square according to the gap.

"If only there were other professions in the world. It's really boring to be a builder." "North thorn" murmured discontentedly that he was too hot. After filling the box, he immediately ran down and got into the inner room to cool off.

"North thorn" is a player who has been attracted. He also wants to go to the sky to see what is in the sky.

Whether the sun is fixed above the clouds, whether there is another starry sky above the clouds, who is that terrible existence passing by, and where it is, we all want to know the secrets of the sky.

Curiosity is what drives them forward.

……

Game world, seaside novice village.

Since the eight players are not in a normal state of mind, the players in the novice village have all avoided the Black Ghost, for fear of being bewitched.

Players "speechless" are not afraid of anything, and go to meet the Black Ghost.

He is a senior researcher in the general scientific research institute and a researcher in the Department of archaeology. He has a strong interest in myths and legends. After discovering that the abnormality of the world may be related to evil spirits, he asked his superiors for contact with the Black Ghost at the first time.

In the "unspeakable" view, the Black Ghost is not a NPC, but a living existence.

"Hello, I want to believe in kesulu. Can you teach me?"

Night shrouded the novice village. The street lamps on the avenue flickered. A ghost with a hollow cloak floated on a tree. The whole body was full of rotten and dark breath.

"Speechless" stands under the tree, and his fellow researchers and colleagues 100 meters behind him act according to the circumstances, ready to quit the game at any time, and then use physical means to interrupt the "unspeakable" network connection.

The Black Ghost leaned over and looked at the swordsman player under him. His mouth screamed strangely, "are you sure?"

"Speechless" there was a shrill sound in his head. It seemed that the brain was about to crack. It was very uncomfortable.

But he made it through, his heart pounding, and a task box popped up in front of him.

“「？？？ "I sent you a mission to believe in ksulu. Do you accept it?"

He took a deep breath and said, "I'm sure!"

While accepting the task, he also opened the personal information of the Black Ghost.

"Name:??? "

" grade:??? "

" health value:??? "

" mana:??? 」

……

Whether it is name, level, life, mana value, attack power, physical defense and magic resistance, all appear in the form of three question marks.

According to his understanding of the game, there are several possibilities.

One is that his level is too low to see the number of Black Ghost.

The second is that you need a certain condition to see each other's value.

"Offer your loyalty to ksuru, find me the eight human believers, and let me see what you can do." The Black Ghost screamed and released a different mission.

The task was to have them listen to the whispers of the black ghosts, to hear them tell the old and secret history of ksuru. In the process of listening, people will gradually begin to believe in kesulu. It is difficult to say these contents orally because they are not the official language of orange star, nor are they known languages. They can only be understood and difficult to express in words.Some people, because they don't believe in God in their hearts, or they already have faith in them, they can always keep their inner rationality.

But today, the Black Ghost didn't do that. Instead, he asked him to find out the eight players who were in abnormal state.

Every time the Black Ghost opens his mouth, it makes the player miserable.

His consciousness became so heavy that his brain seemed to explode and eight faces appeared.

It was the expression of eight red eyes and crazy words. The facial expression was distorted.

The eight faces, who were his colleagues, were rated as mentally disordered and were not allowed to take risks in the game.

"Did I become that?" Archaeologists are suddenly a little afraid that they will become that way.

There was no time to think about it. His brain was aching. Negative emotions guided him and told him that he had to find the eight human believers.

The next second.

"Your network connection has been interrupted. You are exiting the game. Please wait "

a line of subtitles appeared in front of my eyes, the scene around me quickly melted, and my consciousness turned heavy and clear.

But the fear brought by the black ghost still did not disappear. The hands and feet were cold, and the heart beat with high frequency.

He opened his eyes and watched the game deck slowly open as a group of colleagues poured in.

"It's OK."

"I call you in the game. If you don't respond, I'll rush out and force you back. Are you ok?"

Seeing a group of colleagues worried about him, the cold feeling of hands and feet was gradually replaced by the inner warmth, "it's OK, I'm fine."

"It's OK, but I still have to go to the psychiatrist for an examination, just in case"

"OK, I see."

"Speechless" nodded and came out of the game deck.

People look at his steady pace, clear eyes, calm expression, can not help but feel relieved.

There should be no big problem.

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