Rules-based ghost talk game

Back in the car, the mixed smell of sweat, leather, and instant noodles from the freshener hit my face again.

Namilia wrinkled her nose slightly, held her golden nanmu cane, and walked towards her seat in an elegant and decent manner.

"Luanluanluo! Come after me!"

A little girl with freckles who looked six or seven years old bumped into Namilia's thigh.

"Well..." The little girl raised her head slightly, looked at Namilia, and then smiled: "Brother, you look good."

Namilia blinked and subconsciously wanted to touch her face.

Tsk.

"Juanjuan, don't run around."

A middle-aged man with messy hair who looked to be in his thirties or forties caught up with him, put his arm around the little girl's shoulders, and stood in front of Namilia and the girl.

"Sir, I'm sorry." The man said to Namilia: "My daughter is too naughty."

"It's okay, she's very cute." Namilia smiled politely, walked past the man, and quickly returned to her seat.

The people on this train are all players, because this is not yet a safe city for residents of the inner world.

And here, it is not the edge of the inner dark world, but close to the middle area.

Therefore, that little girl should also be a player.

Shaking his head slightly in his heart, Namilia looked at Wang Yi, whose pseudonym was Tang Guozhong. At this moment, he was chatting with Wilson about the butts of foreign women.

Namilia did not disturb them, but sat back on the chair and turned slightly to look out the window.

The train started.

At this time, the flight attendant in black stockings pushing a trolley came over.

"Gentlemen, do you need anything? Drinks, coffee, black tea, instant noodles, ham sausage." The female flight attendant showed a polite smile.

"Coffee, thank you." Tang Guozhong was wearing a white Tang suit, with an easy-going face and a slightly stout figure. He took out two light brown banknotes from his pocket, shook them in the air, and made a "Swiss!" sound.

Then, he placed it in front of the female flight attendant.

"Sir, this... is too much..." the female flight attendant swallowed, still maintaining a professional smile on her face.

"I paid for them too." Tang Guozhong pointed at Namilia Wilson and said, "What do you want?"

The female flight attendant quietly looked at Tang Guozhong, who had his hair combed back and his hair was slightly white.

A middle-aged wealthy businessman who was not short of money came out of the city to experience life... The female flight attendant commented in her heart. At the same time, her heartbeat accelerated slightly. She had not noticed before that this person... looked quite good.

It has a temperament.

"Black tea, thank you." Namilia said.

"Brother Guozhong, how can you be so embarrassed?" A smile appeared on Wilson's lips, but he honestly took a bottle of rum and three glasses from the cart.

"Sir, this..." The female flight attendant looked at Tang Guozhong.

Tang Guozhong waved his hand: "I'll give you the rest as a tip."

"No...no...yes, you still need to make up three hundred and twenty specials." The female flight attendant said: "Twenty-three specials for coffee, twenty-three specials for black tea, and the rum that the gentleman just got.

Four hundred and seventy-four liters of wine."

"..." Tang Guozhong.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Wilson laughed, took out six brown bills from his pocket, patted the female flight attendant's buttocks wrapped in work clothes with the hand holding the bills, and said: "Mr. Tang Guozhong gave me the rest.

Your tip."

"thank you."

...

...

Time on the train always passes quickly and slowly.

Fast, because looking at the rapidly passing scenery outside the window, you can definitely know that you are constantly moving forward in the sense of physics.

Slow because once you get used to the passage of this situation, the concept of time becomes a little blurry.

The sky outside the car window was getting darker. Namilia drank all the black tea and did not doze off much.

Wilson on the side had already drank a whole bottle of rum, and lay on the table next to Tang Guozhong, soundly asleep.

"Pirates always sleep soundly wherever they are." Tang Guozhong pointed at Wilson and said.

Namilia nodded unequivocally.

"We will get off the bus at three o'clock in the morning." Namilia said.

"Well, this journey should be very peaceful." Tang Guozhong soothed his body, found a comfortable position, hung his arms on the chair, and squinted his eyes slightly: "Those who are chasing us can't find us.

The breath of."

"The next step is to go to Fu Nong and wait for news in the wilderness." Namilia said.

Tang Guozhong nodded: "If the master kills the boss, we will be free together. If the master is killed by the boss..."

Namilia nodded and closed his eyes slightly: "I understand."

"Master, you can take a nap for a few hours first. When it's time, I'll call you." Tang Guozhong smiled and said to Namilia.

Namilia shook her head and said, "I'm not sleepy. Actually, I don't like you calling me young master."

"Huh?" Tang Guozhong was slightly startled. He glanced at the sweaty Wilson and said, "I thought you would be happy. After all... I have done that to you before, but now, I need to call you.

Master."

"Yes." Namilia nodded undeniably: "But it's not from your heart, so you can be more arrogant."

"But now, our identities are like this." Tang Guozhong blinked, and Chen An knew that he was referring to the disguised identities of the two of them.

Tang Guozhong, a housekeeper of a wealthy family in Fu Nong in the inner world, returns to his hometown in Fu Nong with his young master named Namilia Hit after training abroad.

"Yes." Namilia nodded: "But..."

"Yes, Master, I understand." Tang Guozhong smiled: "In my heart, I will call you 'the lucky boy who makes me jealous but also makes me helpless to embark on this road of no return'."

Namilia nodded, good, feeling comfortable.

It would be great if everyone could be more friendly.

Right, a hateful old guy who wanted to call me Master and still listened to my words, but was forced to the point of no return by me.

Namilia said in her heart, with a bright smile on her face.

Tang Guozhong looked at Namilia's expression without paying attention, and said: "Actually, young master, I feel much more comfortable after saying some words."

"Well, that's good. Life has raped you and you can't resist, so just enjoy it." Namilia sighed.

Because essentially, he feels that he still cannot control his destiny in his own hands.

After all, everything has to wait for news about Chen Wudao.

Namilia took out a kraft paper notebook from her backpack, spread it flat on the table, and took out a pen. She seemed to want to write something, but she didn't start writing.

"Master, do you want to write something?"

"Well, I used to be a low-level online writer in real life. At that time, I developed a habit. Every time I encountered something, I liked to write something to calm myself down. I also use this to clarify my thoughts.”

Tang Guozhong was thoughtful. He pointed to the "Excerpts of Funong's Poems" he was reading on the table before and said: "Master, there is a passage like this. Listen to it, you may get some inspiration. .”

"good."

"Let me be crazy, let me be childish, let me be persistent, let me be outrageous, let me be stubborn, let me believe in my dreams, let me use all my courage to be myself."

"Very philosophical." Namilia nodded and said: "I have faced the darkness of the game world crazily. I have been naive enough to believe that destiny can be changed through hard work. I have been obsessed with changing the soft capital. I used all my courage to enjoy the life of being raped, but I stubbornly let it go. I wanted to believe in my dream but I didn’t know what it was. Even though I tried all my courage, I still couldn’t figure out what I was. "

Tang Guozhong: "..."

"Philosophical words can always resonate with people." Namilia said with a wry smile: "Actually, I understand everything. I am walking on the road, I am on a journey, but I can't feel my progress."

"Master, do you think there is something blocking your progress?"

"Yes, maybe it's the master you call me, or maybe it's this fate."

Namilia took a deep breath, and suddenly his breath was a little confused. He looked at the dim sky outside the window, and suddenly felt a little melancholy.

Facing the fate of Chen Wudao and Lao Shizi, he was too insignificant.

Too small to resist.

"No no no no!"

At this moment, Joelson sat up suddenly as if convulsing. His eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes and he shouted: "No! No! The sea, my father, why do you hide from me!"

Tang Guozhong and Namilia looked at each other and turned to look at Wilson.

Wilson looked at the two of them awkwardly. He coughed twice and said, "Sorry, I had a nightmare. You continue."

With that said, Wilson lay down on the table again, and almost the next moment, he started snoring.

Namilia said: "Well, if you have anything to say, you can say it."

"O sea! Praise God! I have been holding back these words for a full minute!"

When Wilson heard this, he sat up straight again. He grinned, revealing his slightly yellowed teeth. His rough face and eyes covered by messy hair were bright and bright.

"Boy, I don't know exactly what you are talking about, but I have been sailing on the sea. I don't know what the way forward is. I only know how to move forward! Move forward! Move forward!

After I sailed through the entire human-explored area of ​​the Raging Sea, I headed towards unknown seas, seas with no marked routes!

I saw scenery there that I had never seen in the first half of my life! It made me deeply doubt why I didn't go there earlier! Even though... I was in danger several times, but it was great and safer than those The route is much more exciting!

More importantly, I am no longer confused or hesitant!"

"So, what you want to say is..." Namilia blinked.

Wilson stretched out his hand, slammed it on the table, and said loudly:

"Since then, I have understood a truth - what stops you from moving forward is not the things you can see, but the things you can't see!"