Infinite Script Killing

"Li Lao Si, Li Lao Si, what do you think you can do?"

On the mountain behind the forest farm, several old people looked at Li Laosi who was placed in the pit and swept away by the grass, and they sighed inwardly.

I remember that when they came, this place was still a desolate and barren mountain. Now, after so many years, the trees planted back then are now tall and straight.

But the youth of these old guys is gone. Li Laosi has no heirs and no inheritance. The only thing that can accompany him is this forest that he planted with his own hands.

After a few simple condolences, a few old people turned around and left. They were older, facing these trees and this empty grassland every day, and they had long understood the issues of life and death.

Xu Tong and several young people hurriedly covered it with soil.

"You go, let me stay with Mr. Li for a while longer."

Xu Tong covered his face and sat on a stone nearby. The young men who had eaten his beef cake before saw this and looked at each other. Some wanted to persuade him. After all, they all knew that this matter was not his fault.

But they were inexperienced and didn't know how to persuade people. They could only say: "Hurry up, the mutton stew tonight will be gone if you get back late."

After saying that, a few people walked down the mountain.

After seeing everyone leave, he raised his head, looked around, and finally let out a long breath.

He reached out and took the shovel in his hand, ready to start working.

Suddenly, Xu Tong's heart tightened and he turned around cautiously. He saw a figure sitting on a tree branch not far away, holding a big apple in his hand and eating it with relish.

"It's you!"

The guy in front of him was one of the three people who came with Zhou Huasheng and the others, and he was also responsible for inspecting the dead dog's body today.

Did he see any flaw?

Xu Tong held the shovel in his hand, and quietly held a paper figurine in his hand with his other hand.

"It's me, we've met before, oh, I mean in the game lobby."

Zhang Hu jumped down from the branch with a quick stride. At a height of six to seven meters, he stood firmly without any effort on his body.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhang Hu smiled and said: "Don't worry, I don't mean any harm. You must be a novice. I am an experienced player who has experienced the script world five times."

Xu Tong's heart moved when he heard this, and the tense expression on his face gradually relaxed.

"It turns out to be senior."

"Hehe!" Seeing him admit it, the smile on Zhang Hu's face became brighter: "We lost a teammate in the last script, and there happens to be an empty spot in the team. Are you interested in joining our team?"

As he spoke, he walked to the grave of the lost dog, stepped on it with one foot and looked at the mound with disdain: "I believe you have realized the difficulty of this script last night. If you are not strong enough, you have to use your brain more and keep working hard. To be reckless is to seek death."

"This..." He lowered his head, as if hesitatingly weighing the pros and cons.

"Don't worry, if you join our team, you will get long-term protection in the future. By the way, you don't have an item card yet, so how about I give this to you as a meeting gift."

Zhang Hu pinched his fingers and took out a prop card and placed it in front of Xu Tong.

It was a black and white card with a paper lantern on it. It looked like it should be some kind of item prop card.

A greedy look appeared on Xu Tong's face: "In this case, of course I am willing to join you."

He was about to reach out to take it. Zhang Hu raised his hand and said, "Hey, of course I can give you the stuff, but it's not for free. If you join the team in the future, if I see you not working hard, hum. …”

"Don't worry, oh, by the way, what should I call you?"

Xu Tong reached out and took the prop card in his hand, and asked excitedly.

"Just call me Third Brother. There will be action at eight o'clock tonight. Don't be late. Come to our room as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay."

He nodded repeatedly, but his eyes never left the prop card in his hand. His greedy eyes looked like he had picked up a piece of pie in the sky.

All this was naturally seen by Zhang Hu, who couldn't help but smile contemptuously at the guy in front of him, and said to himself: "Just enjoy this, you will know later that your third master's things are not so easy to get."

Thinking of this tiger, he wandered down the mountain.

Xu Tong sat on the mound, continued to fiddle with the prop card, and casually put the prop card into the prop book.

【Red Mandarin Lantern】

Human skin is used as a cover, human spine is used as bones, human hair is used as rope, human blood is used as oil...

Additional skill 1: Red Mandarin Girl.

At the cost of five script points, the resentful souls lodged in the lamp can be summoned to assist in combat, but the price is often heavy.

Duration: 10 minutes

Cooling time: 24 hours

(Note: After summoning the resentful spirit, the resentful spirit will randomly take away an organ from you as a price.)

Sure enough, it's not a good thing.

Xu Tong sighed inwardly, but the greedy expression on his face did not change.

"Tch! Rookie, how can a garbage card make you so happy?"

Behind the big tree, Zhang Hu turned his head sideways and muttered something in his mouth before turning around and leaving. However, Zhang Hu did not notice that after he left the woods, a small paper figure fell silently from the back of his clothes. Come down.

After confirming that the other party really left this time, the smile on Xu Tong's face suddenly faded. He turned around, grabbed the shovel stuck in the ground, and dug hard at the grave of the missing dog.

"call!!"

Before digging too deep, I saw the mourning dog struggling out of the soil impatiently. He breathed heavily: "Fuck, if you slow down, I'll be doomed!"

"I can't help it. If he doesn't leave, I'll be in big trouble if I dig you out." He said, reaching out his hand to pull the dead dog out of the soil.

By the way, I threw the shovel in my hand to him and asked him to fill in the grave again.

"Are you really planning to join their team?? Don't blame me for not reminding you, this group of people said too well, maybe they just tricked you into joining the team and they plan to raise you like a pig."

"Eh? Did you hear that?"

Xu Tong pretended to be surprised and looked at the mourning dog, and asked curiously: "What is a pig??"

The mourning dog frowned and was very disgusted with the so-called pig team. He said with a serious expression:

"What else can it be? Treat the newcomers in the team as pigs raised in captivity. They will be taken with them every time in the script world. When necessary, they will be used as cannon fodder. After completing the main mission and returning, they will be forced to Submit all scripts in full."

Because of the pigs' support, the team grew very fast. They would even squeeze out the value of these pigs and directly slaughter them at the beginning of the new scenario world, causing the illusion of large-scale casualties in the team.

It is said that this can greatly reduce the difficulty of the next script world. Although this statement has not been confirmed by the script library, it is indeed spread among players.

Many players even call it the Pig Killing Ceremony.

The vast majority of players hate this kind of pig team, but there is nothing they can do about it.

After all, there are several types of team contracts, and the contracts of the Pig Team are often the most unfair. Not only does the captain have absolute authority, but it is also difficult for the Pigs to quit the team.

This is why the bereaved dog must remind him to think carefully.

In fact, it is difficult for novice players to know these things, but Sanggou once formed a team and became famous, but later...

Thinking of the past, Sangou's eyes became much sadder.

"So, as long as the other party pulls me into the team, I will be the meat on the display board, right!" He continued to ask patiently.

"Yes, but in the script world, they cannot sign a formal contract with you, they can only sign a temporary contract."

After saying that, Sanggou raised his head and looked at Xu Tong, only to find that the guy was smiling, with a particularly bright smile on his thin cheeks.

It was not the kind of sneer that was extremely angry, but a smile that was close to madness. The eyes were shining with light, like two blazing flames, revealing a kind of madness at the bottom of his voice.

Sensing the strange look in the mourning dog's eyes, Xu Tong slowly lowered his head and whispered: "In other words, they are very fat!"

The mourning dog was startled, and nodded with a weird look on his face. Not only were these people fat, but they also had a lot of script points in their hands. What's more, he casually took out a prop card as bait. No matter how rubbish the prop card was, it would still be useless. It is enough to prove the strength of their team from the side.

"You don't mean to..." Sang Gou wanted to persuade Xu Tong that it was best not to make this idea.

However, before he could speak, Xu Tong had already taken out all the prop cards in his hand and handed them to him, which even included the [Ghostcraft Book] and the [Demon Bell].

Seeing the prop card he handed to him, Sanggou's expression suddenly turned strange. He probably understood what Xu Tong was thinking.

But looking at the prop card handed to him, he still hesitated: "Do you just believe me? Aren't you afraid that I will run away with these things?"

Xu Tong's face was buried in the sun, and he looked at the mourning dog with a calm expression: "The biggest excitement of gambling is that you can either go bankrupt or become rich overnight. I'll do whatever you want."

confidence? Arrogant? Crazy?

In just a short moment, countless thoughts flashed through Sangou's mind, and he once wondered whether this guy was a normal person.

Even his only sense told him not to play with fire with this guy.

However, after these thoughts flashed through Sangou's mind, they became an uncontrollable impulse, like an uncontrollable fire igniting in his heart, slowly rising up.

He took the prop card from his hand, grinned and said, "You lunatic, don't let me lose too badly."