Rules-based ghost talk game

"Dear Ann, long time no see, how have you been lately?"

Alan Moretti's mustache was up and down. Chen An looked at his inquiring look, stared at his thin cheeks, and smiled kindly: "We just met yesterday, dear Moretti.

gentlemen."

Alan Moretti took off his gentleman's hat, held it with his right hand on his chest, and said: "I deeply apologize for what happened the night before yesterday, dear Ann."

Chen Andao: "Didn't we talk about this matter last night?"

Allen nodded and said: "Dear Ann, I just feel sorry for this. I prepared a sumptuous dinner and bought a bottle of Alter's red wine..."

Invitation to dinner? Chen An raised his eyebrows, feeling that this man was not interested in drinking.

"Here, I sincerely invite you to come to my house for a dinner in the evening three days from now." Alan Moretti had a gentle smile on his face.

Chen An shook his head: "Sorry, Mr. Allen, maybe I won't be hungry in the evening two days later."

Hey, what's the difference between Alter's red wine and sour grape juice?

"That's really a pity. I'm going to roast a roast chicken." Allen shook his head and said with a hint of regret, "That's a white-feathered chicken from Funong."

"However, I am happy to accept your apology. It is not the style of a gentleman to refuse rashly." A smile appeared on Chen An's face.

...

...

After seeing off Allen, Chen An returned to the villa. As soon as he entered, he saw Ding Ping, who was wearing white training clothes and a towel on her shoulders. She was walking towards the backyard.

"Hey, I'm here." Chen An quickly followed.

In the morning, I practiced ancient martial arts Xingyiquan with Ding Ping, experienced a baptism of potatoes at noon, in the afternoon I learned about the spiritual world and spirituality with Miao Luoying, and in the evening I went to Brother Scar to continue learning "the teachings of the Lord of the Night."

Chen An's past two days have been unexpectedly peaceful. There is no news from the secret organization and there are no tasks in the app. It seems that life has reached a dull but warm stage.

The story points of four people in the family, if you save a little, are enough to live in this city for three months.

They have enough time to accumulate and enter the third game at the appropriate stage.

...

...

...

Wenwan, a quiet harbor.

A man wearing a captain's uniform, with a thick beard combed into eight figures, thick eyebrows, broad shoulders and a round waist, and a height of 1.94 meters, was slowly walking towards a woman.

Behind him, there is a ship that is eighty meters long. It is gray in color and made of wood. Its huge sail is a hundred meters high. It is rising and falling slightly in the ocean of gray and black, illusory and real.

"Aqiu." With a smile on his face, the middle-aged man opened his arms to the approaching woman and hugged her deeply.

"Mr. Spiritual Admiral, you actually know how to go home."

The woman's voice was gentle, but with a bit of complaint. She was wearing a gray-white robe, with a white gauze-like hood on her head. The skin on her face was slightly drooping, and traces of time could be seen between her brows, but from the outline,

, her appearance was definitely stunning when she was young.

A smile appeared on the rugged face of 'Spiritual Admiral' Miao Rui. He patted the woman's back gently and said gently: "Aqiu, at least I'm back safely, right?"

Qiu Li raised her head and broke away from Miao Rui's arms. She glared at him and said, "Okay, after the polite greeting is over, when are you going to call your granddaughter back?"

Miao Rui's eyes were like a deep ocean. He looked deeply at Qiu Li and said, "My letter has been sent."

"Sent it?" Qiu Li was stunned for a moment: "You were at sea, when did you send it?"

Miao Rui said: "The strange wireless telegraph machine is one of the greatest inventions in the dark world in the past eight hundred years."

"That's good, that's good." Qiu Li patted her chest and said with some palpitations: "I did a divination yesterday..."

Miao Rui took a step forward, stretched out a finger and pressed it on Qiu Li's lips. He took a deep look at Qiu Li and said: "My daughter, everything is reasonable. This is our destiny.

It was also her fate, she paid the price, but the Miao family will move towards new glory as a result."

"Sure enough, you did it." Qiu Li pulled off Miao Rui's finger, her eyes filled with anger: "She can obviously live a carefree life like other young ladies in Wenwan. She is only in her early twenties.

!”

Miao Rui's eyes suddenly sank. At this moment, Qiu Li's eyes suddenly shrank. She felt a huge fear sprouting from the bottom of her heart. The surroundings seemed to have turned into a deep and sticky ocean. She seemed to be under this oppression.

drowning!

"This is what she should do." Miao Rui's voice suddenly became low and serious: "The young eagle must learn to spread its wings and fly."

After a while, the oppressive feeling like the ocean tide suddenly faded away, and Qiu Li's face turned unnaturally pale.

His voice became a little weak: "What reason did you use to call her back?"

Miao Rui turned around and walked towards the huge port city.

"I told her you were dead," Miao Rui said.

Qiu Li: "..."

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...

On the third day, Chen An went to the exchange after having a potato feast for lunch.

His eyes lit up as he looked at the item for sale called "Path of the Pure One in Gray Clothes - Shocking News".

After gritting his teeth and paying 400 story points, Chen An got a light yellow card.

He took a deep breath, and after opening it, it read: [Path of the Pure One in Gray Clothes - Thriller Name - Drunkard].

Drunkard? What does this have to do with being an idiot? Chen An put the card in his bag, a little confused. Although this news was a gift prepared for Ding Ping, it was a good thing to have this news.

but...

He is increasingly confused about the promotion names of these original sin paths. What do they have to do with the original ones?

Some of them still have traces to follow, like the [Trickster] path, which is called [Juggler] at the weird level, and [Magician] at the scary level. Well, they both fit the word "Trickster".

...

All the way back home, I continued spiritual practice with Miao Luoying in the afternoon.

The spiritual world overlaps with the dark world, but does not exist in the dark world. It exists like a "parallel world" and is also the source world of the mutants' spiritual power. It has a mysterious and dangerous veil.

However, after several days of spiritual practice, Chen An can now better control the deflection of the "Scare Box" and the emotional amplification of the clown mask.

Later, Chen An told Ding Ping about the "drunkard" news, and looked at Ding Ping's surprise after getting the card with a smile. Chen An bowed and said: "Beautiful lady, as a

Gentleman, this is what I should do, this is my reward for teaching me ancient martial arts."

“It’s just a pity”