After the Strange Talk Prevails

"New after the strange talk prevails ( Find the latest chapter!

Zhou Ming entered his dressing room, changed into a hunter suit, and took up the broken big sword again. After a night’s rest, the cracks and notches on the big sword have been partially restored, but the overall look remains the same. Full of battle damage.

The shabby coat wrapped his scarred body, Zhou Ming walked out of the dressing room and stepped into the masquerade that hadn't been here for a long time, but it was a long time, in fact, it didn't take long.

He only stayed in Sanyang Village for a few days, and it only took more than a week to solve the Ripper. It was less than a month since the last time he came here. The hero is dead, but there is still a person here who wants to kill him.

If Zhou Ming was that person, he would definitely take this opportunity to challenge him. After all, he was in a very poor state no matter how you looked at it, his weapons were worn out, and his clothes were in tatters.

People who know can barely tell that he is a hunter from his iconic hat. People who don't know will think that there is a new beggar character in the dance... Just kidding, there is a gold letter on the head, and it is impossible to admit it wrong.

"Is that a hunter? How did he become like this."

"It's really a hunter! It seems that I have just explored the ruins or other dangerous places. Even the weapons are so badly damaged. It seems that I have encountered a major setback."

"By the way, didn't the quack heroes make an agreement with him? How about the quack heroes, why haven't we seen him lately!"

"I don't know, three days later, many people were waiting to watch the good show, but the two of them didn't show up. The hero hasn't appeared since then, and the hunter came back here for the first time since that day."

"You said...Will the hero be solved by the hunter outside?" One person softly guessed.

"No! It should be impossible for the two of them to know offline, otherwise, why would the heroes want to make an appointment instead of going to the door directly?"

Others have also started to talk about it. In the real space of the dance party, which is isolated from reality, the order is simple, so the interpersonal relationship and the way of making fun are also very simple. The contradictory two sides in the spectating dance are fighting each other, which is the higher level of all fun. One kind, equivalent to gambling.

Most people have been in the prom for a long time, unless they deliberately maintain neutrality, they will have more or less solid parties, and those who want to maintain neutrality are often slut, gentleman, and other operators. People all have their own small forces.

A lone ranger like a hunter, who is not in business yet, is very rare in this place.

Based on Zhou Ming's observations and the attitude of the people around him towards the identity of a hunter, he speculated that the original owner's style of work is a typical western cowboy style, with a high level of force, not partying, not joining a gang, and simply relying on handwork to eat.

Zhou Ming ignored the people around him and walked in the direction where the doctor Wang Siyan told him was. According to Wang Siyan's description, every layer of ruins in the dance party, and some people with special roles, had fixed booths, such as doctors. For example, the guild, such as the post.

Doctors are individual booths, while guilds are places where everyone spontaneously organizes to recruit and receive tasks.

As for the post, the nature of the guild is the same. Some people who don't care about revealing their current position will vacate their changing room and use it as a transit point for other people in the dance party.

Using the masquerade station, the actors can easily transfer geographically across continents and oceans, and the efficiency is much higher than that of taking a ship or an airplane.

And now, the ruin that Zhou Ming is going to is the place where the doctor usually lives.

Wang Siyan said that the doctor is there five days a week, and he can leave a note for appointments during the rest of the week.

"Look, he is going in the direction of the collapsed school, maybe he is looking for a doctor!"

"It's very possible, seeing that he was indeed seriously injured, I always feel that something unexpected will happen."

In the direction of the collapsed school, Zhou Ming ran into the gentleman. The gentleman and a man with the appearance of a down-and-out scholar leaning on a diagonal column seemed to be communicating some interesting topics. When the two saw Zhou Ming approaching, one took off his hat and greeted him. , Another respectful work, a smell of feudal pedantry spread over tens of meters.

When Zhou Ming saw the gentleman, he thought that the other party was an informant, and then he thought of the Raksha face he had encountered in Sanyang Shiqiu before. He was about to come forward and ask for relevant information, when suddenly a person stopped him. On the way.

The other party wore a hat with a quilt, and the lower part was a light blue shabby cotton-padded jacket. A thick hemp rope was used as a belt to tie around his waist. A fish basket and fishing net were hung on the hemp rope. He was holding a fishing rod in his right hand and carrying fish behind him Fork, the word gleaming on the top of the head-fisherman.

Zhou Ming looked at the other person up and down, his eyes finally fell on his face, an old face without a mask, but with some black deep wrinkles, giving the impression of an old fisherman who was in the sun all day long.

He, like the heroes of the rivers and lakes, does not need a mask, and uses makeup to obscure the role of visual cognition.

"Something?" Zhou Mingxi's words are like golden words. Although his words are questioning, he vaguely feels a little bit bad.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I have to support my family." The fisherman laughed in his old age, then slowly took out a stone plate from his cotton coat, broke it and threw it on the ground.

The white light radiated from the cross section of the stone disk, and it slowly extinguished within a few seconds. The passers-by stopped by chance, and those who were paying attention to Zhou Ming's good deeds even held their breath.

The rich man standing on the **** beside him took a slight breath, and read his character name solemnly: "...fisherman."

"It turned out to be a fisherman! God is a fisherman!" Dian Xiaoer yelled, watching the excitement, he has always been the number one.

"Last time it was a hero, this time it was the fisherman's turn? His...Who is behind the hunter who wants the hunter to die?"

"Don't think about it, it's definitely an incredible big man... What amazing relic did the hunter stole. UU reading www.ukanshu.com"

Some people were solemn and worried about this conspiracy that had no signs at all; some were gloating and contemptuous of the hunter's act of snatching the relics to death.

Except for a few people who watched the excitement, other people with more far-reaching considerations gathered together and discussed various conspiracies in a soft voice.

No one among them dared to make a loud noise, as if they were afraid that speaking loudly would attract the attention of the mysterious superior behind the fisherman and the hero.

"Oh, my good man, did you see it? Look what we saw. This time it was the second-ranked fisherman who caught sight of the hunter! ... To be honest, I am really worried for him."

At the intersection behind the fisherman, the gentleman who still held his hat to pay tribute to Zhou Ming slowly put his hat back on again, squinted at Zhou Ming's direction, shook his head meaningfully, and used a kind of sarcasm or pity. The tone said to the scholar rushing to the exam.

In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click "Favorites" below to record this (Chapter 177 Fisherman) reading record, and you can see it next time you open the bookshelf!

Please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.) if you like "After the Strange Talk prevails", thank you for your support! ()