Rules-based ghost talk game

"Then what did the boss say to you?" Chen An asked.

John was slightly startled, obviously not understanding what Chen An was paying attention to, but then he thought about it. When he was in the soft capital, Chen An was also full of mysteries and terrors. This kind of person was obviously not the same as a mutant like himself. Ordinary people cannot compare.

Well, even if I am no longer from the outer city, I am not qualified to provoke such people...

"Tell me what the boss told you in detail." Seeing that John was silent, Chen An couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly and said softly: "I will pay you."

When John heard this, he quickly waved his hand and said: "How can I? How can I ask for your money? I just remembered it, so I'll tell you now."

Seeing Chen An nodded slightly, John continued with memories in his eyes:

"At that time, when I first came to Ebony Town, my first impression was that this town was very xenophobic... They looked at me very badly, not with malice, but with... pity?" John shook his head: " I can’t tell, but I didn’t have anywhere to stay at the time. I saw a jungle nearby and someone walking out carrying a basket of fruits, so I wondered if I could pick some fruits to satisfy my hunger or sell them to make some money.”

Chen Jing listened quietly, taking a sip of refreshing and delicious light beer from time to time.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of some light green bits in the light beer, like leaves that had been broken into pieces and thrown in. At the same time, he felt a little dizzy in his head, as if he had just drank a little and drank too much, and he was a little energetic. Extremely excited.

"Wait a minute, what did you put in the wine?" Chen An's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he slightly smashed the wine glass on the wooden table with a bad tone.

John's eyes showed panic when he heard this, and he quickly said: "No! How dare I! Master An, this is the powder of vanilla, it has a refreshing effect!"

"It's more than just refreshing, right?" Chen An glanced at him and took a deep breath. He didn't drink much, but he felt that John's figure in front of him was a little erratic, and the colors around him became a bit brighter, and the dull lights around him It became a bit colorful, with a vague flashing feeling of neon lights.

"It has a slight hallucinogenic effect, but everyone is drinking it! This powder is very expensive, I, I thought you would like it!" John's huge body trembled slightly, he looked at Chen An, his thick voice sounded timid .

Fan of vanilla powder?

Feeling the erratic feeling gradually fade away, fortunately I didn't drink much.

Chen An glanced at John, pushed the wine glass, and said: "Change a glass, and you continue."

John Streak responded.

"As soon as I entered the woods, I saw an old man with white hair and beard running out like crazy. He murmured words that I couldn't understand. It was about 'false, true, happy', which were probably these three words. , kept talking back and forth, the order was confusing, and I didn’t understand it either...

When he saw me, he rushed up to me and asked me where I was. I told him this was Ebony Town, and he said he wanted to inherit the alcoholic inheritance to me and asked me if I was willing..."

John pushed the new light beer to Chen An and said with a wry smile: "I thought he was a lunatic at the time, so I agreed casually. Unexpectedly, she directly took out a land deed, and then I became the owner of this pub inexplicably. !”

Chen An frowned slightly. Listening to John's words, he felt that this was pie in the sky.

If there is a problem, there must be a problem.

"Where did the old man go?" Chen An asked.

"After he gave me the land deed, he left, got on the train, and was no longer in Ebony Town." John said.

"No one else saw the old man at that time?"

John's eyes were slightly dazed: "Yes, but they are all avoiding the old man, like they are avoiding the god of plague."

"You never thought there was a problem here?" Chen An raised his eyebrows.

John slowly shook his head and said: "It's better to have problems than to die. The town is very exclusive. My money is not enough to support me to the main capital. If I hadn't become the owner of this tavern, I would have starved to death."

When Chen An heard this, he sighed slightly in his heart.

This is also true...

"Don't worry, you can tell me when you leave. If you don't dislike me..." John leaned into Chen An's ear and said in a very soft voice: "Master An, we are also acquaintances. I can't trust others.

.. Let me tell you secretly that this week I have slowly sold off the assets of the tavern, and now there are still some procedures to go through... After a few days, I will be like the old man who gave the tavern to an ignorant outsider!

"

Chen An looked at John who was very close at hand. This strong man seemed to be honest but had a bit of ferocity on his face, but there was a hint of cunning on his face, which made Chen An look a little sideways.

"Whether this tavern is a curse or not, at least it hasn't fallen on me yet. It's better to get out early. Hey, you have a lot of experience, what do you think?" John chuckled, rubbed his hands and looked at Chen An.

Chen An could feel that John was a little mentally unstable, so he told himself to take a look at his own opinion.

"This may have something to do with the story world." Chen An took a sip of wine and said.

Hearing this, John couldn't help but exclaimed: "Story World!"

But the sudden loss of voice caused the surrounding drinkers to focus their attention. They stopped their movements one by one, and almost all turned their heads to look over, which seemed quite strange.

The noisy bar suddenly became quiet.

John's pupils suddenly shrank, and he covered his mouth fiercely, looking pitifully at Chen An like a child who had done something wrong.

Chen An frowned slightly, why is this John so uncontrollable?

This is not like what he looked like before.

Is it intentional, or was it... affected by unknown factors after inheriting the tavern?

At this moment, Chen An heard footsteps coming from behind. He turned his head slightly, and a man's cold voice sounded in his ears.

"You just said, story world?"

Chen An looked over and saw that he was a man with black hair, brown eyes, yellow skin, a thin build, hair slightly above his ears, and a delicate appearance that could be called "beautiful".

"Who are you?" Chen An looked at this beautiful man. He looked very young, about sixteen or seventeen years old. He didn't know if he was his real age.

However, Chen An's eyes briefly glanced at the exposed position on the phone screen, and he also had some guesses in his mind.

When the man saw Chen An's cell phone screen, his face showed a little indifference.

"Ling Qinglin." He said briefly.

really,

Chen An was certain that this was the name of one of the five players in this game in the app, including himself.

No. 3【Ling Qinglin】

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, Chen An showed a kind smile and stretched out his hand towards Ling Qinglin.

"Chen An."

Holding hands together, Chen An felt that the man's hands were soft, like a girl's hands.

"Does he know about this game?"

Ling Qinglin glanced at John and spoke indifferently.

Chen An shook his head: "Just a poor man."

Ling Qinglin nodded slightly and said: "Go and talk over there. We still need you and No. 5 before we are all here. Tomorrow is the last time to enter."

"good."

Watching Chen An get up and slowly leave the bar with the beautiful man, John swallowed his saliva. He had no idea how this Ebony Town was related to the story world.

But he took a breath and didn't move forward.

...

At this moment, the surrounding drinkers also resumed their hustle and bustle, but their eyes looked in Chen An's direction from time to time.

"Leave them alone, they are a bunch of trash." The corners of Ling Qinglin's mouth curved, and he said as if he was smiling.

But as a "clown", Chen An felt that this man was a little angry.

"Joker" gave him more sensitive emotional awareness.

After walking to the corner, the sofas here were surrounded by a circle, and two men were sitting there, talking in a low voice.

Chen An looked over.

The first thing he saw was a strong man. He was nearly two meters tall and about the same height as Ling Qinglin when he was sitting.

This strong man has dark skin, looks to be in his thirties, has a bald head, and the muscles on his body are as hard as iron, shining with a healthy luster under his dark complexion.

He wore a linen vest, revealing his muscular figure.

Sensing Chen An's gaze, the strong man said: "You are No. 4 Chen An, hello. I am No. 1, Tuzi Moore, just call me Tuzi."

Chen An smiled and said, "Hello, Brother Tu."

"Amitabha, everything you see is the mind."

A gentle voice sounded from the side, and Chen An couldn't help but look over.

It was an equally strong man with the same bald head, but this man had fair skin and a gentle smile on his round face. He looked older than Tuzi Moore beside him.

This man was wearing a beige cassock, like a monk, and had a silver long-handled Zen staff standing on his side.

But...the cassock held up by the bulging muscles showed how strong the monk was.

"It's not the same as the monk I imagined..." Chen An muttered inwardly, but on the outside he still smiled and said hello.