Origin Player

In the next few days.

The twelve survivors nailed the doors and windows shut, dismantled the furniture and used wood to reinforce the defense. More than twenty guardian stones were hung at the door and in each room, and the decadent atmosphere gradually recovered.

But until the seventh day after the upheaval, nearly ten fortresses had been breached once. After the zombies succeeded in Qin Qin, they targeted the elderly and children.

A peak of death broke out.

The number of survivors on the entire Anping Island dropped to 300, and there was no one in the wild. The villa area in the town became the only place with people.

In an unknown corner, Mr. He, the deputy team leader of the Southern Region of the Order Bureau, tried again and again to crack the truth of the cover wall, but there was no significant gain for the time being.

Compared with the diligent Mr. He, the two free players were simply playing badly.

Jiang He stuffed the 500th alchemical vitality potion into the portable temple, and a prompt sound rang in his ears.

[Hint: You have received 200 game coins and experience points]

[Player level: LV10 (765/1000)]

[Game coins: 1450]

A week later, the survival rewards for the Double Ninth Festival special event were issued.

"Really don't care at all?"

Besides the window, Si Ning chewed a lemon and looked at the main road of the villa area. This question was just out of curiosity. She didn't make things worse and had fun. She was just giving face to Ah He, a local. But if the other party offered protection, as long as the survivors didn't make trouble and obeyed, it shouldn't be difficult to survive.

"I didn't kill the person, why should I care." Jiang He cleaned the materials and answered casually: "Besides, if you want to survive on the border, the first rule is not to meddle in other people's business. Even if there is a guy covered in blood lying in the yard one morning, don't do anything extra. After all, you don't know who has a grudge against him."

Si Ning thought for a while, "What if he pays for help."

Jiang He turned back seriously, "That's a different matter."

Bang!

In the yard of Villa No. 2 next door, a family of four jumped down hand in hand. The endless shroud of time and the unknown tomorrow of life and death are destroying people's hope of survival bit by bit.

"196." Si Ning muttered the number of survivors.

The gunman of the funeral committee immediately went to check, and dozens of residents went out to watch.

Jiang He wrapped himself in a quilt. The medical equipment in the hospital next door had been exhausted, and his medicine production could only be temporarily suspended.

"Something that symbolizes healing..."

"There are epidermal repair equipment of the Shuguang people in Yuwang City."

Jiang He sent a message to Lao Hei through his animal companion, briefly describing his needs.

"Xiao He, the construction is busy, can I send it another day?" Lao Hei sent a voice message.

"Sure." Jiang He answered absent-mindedly. Compared with the production of medicines, the construction of Yuwang City is naturally more important...

Click!

Suddenly, Jiang He's pupils contracted and his heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.

"The construction of Yuwang City is more important than refining medicine, which is reasonable."

"I hope Laohei can focus on the main business. This is what I thought just now, and that's why I set my sights on the hospital at the beginning."

"But Laohei can't refuse my request."

"How can I...cover the quilt in public?"

"Interesting, really interesting."

[Hint: You have gotten rid of a little bit of the guidance of the Golden Domain·Dream]

Jiang He stood up suddenly and threw the quilt aside, just like a good sleep after a long night of staying up all night, and his mind was clear again.

He sent a message to Chu Fuqiang.

[Mo Ke: I heard that there was a problem on the border of Daxia? ]

After a while, Jiang He narrowed his eyes and said:

"The situation has been basically controlled, brother Mo Ke, if you are interested, you can come to help."

[Strong is my life: The situation has been basically controlled, brother Mo Ke, if you are interested, you can come to help]

The information obtained from the outside world is exactly the same as the answer simulated in his subconscious mind.

In the room, the woman's gentle and pleasant laughter sounded softly.

...

Villa No. 20

Mr. He's eyes were red, and he sent a message to the Southern District Headquarters of the Order Bureau like a madman.

"Too many people have died!"

"You bunch of worms, why don't you care!"

"Let the Ancient One take action!"

"He thinks he is precious, so he can always take action once."

"Where is the Operations Minister, let him speak!"

Mrs. He watched her husband fall into madness, her eyebrows were full of worry, and the other party kept his head down and murmured for several hours.

"Old He, have a meal first."

No mistake, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

"Assholes!" Mr. He shouted hoarsely, "Don't you see I'm contacting the Southern Bureau! This group of cowards who are afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind, the toughness of the cover wall is fluctuating, and I will bear all the responsibilities of the strong attack. They don't listen, and now even you want to oppose me!?"

The sudden roar made Mrs. He stand still, and the intense emotions such as panic, worry, and grievance mixed together, making her burst into tears.

"You didn't even open the friend bar on the panel!"

Mr. He was suddenly confused, and his whole body felt cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

...

Boundless void, prophecy star.

The top hall of the highest tower.

Elder Andre stared at the screen.

Even the Overlord has time to play the game he dominates, which is simply the supreme recognition of his card-playing quality. After all, the great powers are all alternatives who are obsessed with becoming stronger, and the Overlord is even more alternative among alternatives. The time and energy of these people are difficult to estimate.

"Warning! The Eye of Prophecy reports that the card images 1000 and 1422 have dangerous predictions, and there is a 12% possibility of passive iteration. Request the elders to handle it."

Andre perked up. Passive iteration means that the life form that is the source of the card image dies. In this way, the corresponding card will become blank again and need to be handled by the elders.

"Check the current status of the two."

"... The two are in the golden field."

"I thought it was a big deal..." Andre sneered, but soon his smile froze on his face.

[Ignore it... Give the battlefield camp some necessary respect]

Andre remembered the words of the great sage.

The Great Sage is a terrifying and powerful person who can really predict the future. Even the top equipment of the highest tower, the Eye of Prophecy, is just a poor imitation of one of the Great Sage's abilities.

Andre paced back and forth. He didn't want a mere golden field to affect his distinguished card image ambassador. If it weren't for the Great Sage's instructions, he would have probably launched the star observation interference just now. As for how to fight back against the origin of the affected mission, there are tall people to support it anyway. But since the Great Sage has expressed his position, the nature of the matter has become completely different.

After a while, Andre decided: "Ignore it."

As a great overlord, even without off-site help, it is estimated that he can easily solve the situation. The value of dominating an era is ridiculously high in the boundless void. What's more, any choice he makes is estimated to be within the prediction of the Great Sage. In the eyes of the other party, this decision at this moment is already a thing of the past.

Andre touched his chin: "What if I change my mind at the last minute."

"Then I will kill you at the last minute."

A voice message left a few days ago sounded at the right time.