She can do whatever she wants with top-notch charm in game of death

Chapter 42: Waves are gone

After thinking about this, Tong Mu was no longer depressed.

Anyway, she also has a small intelligence organization. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, it was pretty good to hear the wonderful speeches made by the elders and aunties.

Tong Mu packed up his things, took his notebook and went out.

Fu Guanmo was drinking hot water and was very happy when he saw her coming out of the bedroom.

He was a little depressed.

Are all girls like this nowadays?

Changing faces is as fast as turning the pages of a book.

It's not even half an hour, right?

Tong Mu didn't say hello to him and went out with a small book.

Fu Guanmo stopped her, "Where are you going?"

Tong Mu was stunned for a moment and replied: "Go out for a while."

Fu Guanmo:......

To say this is to say nothing.

If it were in the past, Tong Mu would definitely explain clearly where to go, who to follow and what to do.

But today, she didn't say anything.

Fu Guanmo frowned, but she was still angry.

What responded to him was the sound of the door closing softly.

This is the first time in so many years that Mr. Fu has dealt with a woman.

He pursed his thin lips.

It's really troublesome.

Fu Guanmo withdrew his gaze and looked at the newspaper in his hand quietly.

This is the role he plays in this copy.

When I'm at home on non-working days, I sit there and read the newspaper.

He looked at it for a long time and saw nothing.

Remembering how cleanly Tong Mu left, he dropped the newspaper in his hand and went out with the knife.

He is really holding a knife.

After Zhao Ling fainted, no kind-hearted neighbors took care of her.

Their popularity in the game is surprisingly different.

I am not very popular, and the person I am given is also very bad.

A migrant couple lived in Tongzilou and knew no one.

Well, speaking of it, there are people like this everywhere in real life.

How many people can be like Tong Mu who spends all day chatting with the uncle and having good neighborly relations?

After lying on the floor for a long time, I finally woke up.

She was confused for a long time, and finally crawled back into the house shivering and closed the door.

Tong Mu didn't know all this.

By the time Tong Mu went out, even the blood stains outside had been cleaned up.

The fog in this Tongzi Tower is getting thicker and thicker. As time goes by, the fog also rises exponentially.

Now she can't go out with her face bare, and has to wear a mask.

Zhao Ling went back to the house alone and sat there for a long time, worried that Wu Hao would be attacked by ghosts if the door was left open for so long.

I took a look into the bedroom and saw that Wu Hao was still sleeping soundly in bed.

She breathed a sigh of relief and went back to the living room to sit.

I have been thinking about Wang Bo in my mind.

She and Wang Bo were together in the last game, and they could be considered to have lived and died together.

Now that her teammate died suddenly, she found it difficult to accept it.

I still have to think about how to tell Brother Hao the news when he gets up later. He will definitely be in even more pain.

After sitting in the room in a daze for half an hour, Zhao Ling could smell the residual smell of alcohol from last night.

She quickly went to take out the perfume and sprayed it in the room, which made her nose feel much better.

Zhao Ling is a hard-working woman in real life. Whatever happens, her life has to go on.

But seeing Wang Bo die today, she suddenly realized that if she became like that one day and died in the real world, would anyone remember her...

I stopped cooking breakfast and sat at the table for more than two hours.

Until Wu Hao woke up, he had a splitting headache. Waking up after a hangover was always painful.

"Xiao Ling...Xiao Ling!"

Zhao Ling came to her senses when he called him, quickly stood up and ran over.

"Brother Hao, what's wrong?"

Wu Hao rubbed his head, "Seeing as you're not here, I'm asking you, my head hurts so much...hiss..."

Zhao Ling originally wanted to say something about Wang Bo, but when she saw that he had a severe headache, she quickly swallowed it.

"Brother Hao, I warmed up the hangover soup in the kitchen, and it doesn't hurt anymore after I drink it."

"Go get it quickly!"

Wu Hao rubbed his temples, feeling that the air was coming in but not coming out, and he looked uncomfortable.

Zhao Ling didn't care much about his tone, and quickly ran into the kitchen to bring the hangover soup and fed him to drink it.

Wu Hao slept for another half an hour before finally waking up.

He got dressed and came out, and saw Zhao Ling sitting at the table, a little dissatisfied.

"Xiao Ling, why don't you go out to find out the news today? There's no breakfast either."

In fact, the last sentence is the key point. I drank a lot of wine last night and slept for so long today. I am already hungry.

Zhao Ling turned her head dullly and looked at him, her eyes full of sadness.

"Brother Hao... Bozi... Bozi him..."

Zhao Ling always calls Wang Bo by his first name. Only he can call such an intimate name.

Wu Hao realized the seriousness of the matter and frowned.

"What's wrong with Bozi?"

Zhao Ling had been in a daze all morning, and now she suddenly realized what she was doing.

She cried loudly, "The wave is gone..."

"Brother Hao... Bozi is gone..."

Zhao Ling was crying so hard that she was out of breath, lying on the table with tears streaming down her face.

Wu Hao was stunned for a moment, and took several steps back as if he could not stand firmly.

Before Zhao Ling could get too sad, he suddenly fell back and fainted.

Zhao Ling raised her head sluggishly, "Brother Hao?!"

She hurriedly ran over and helped him up with great effort. Why was he still dizzy just after waking up? Could it be that the stimulation was too much?!

Zhao Ling regretted a little. She had known earlier that she would have waited for Wu Hao to wake up completely before talking about this matter. It was too dangerous now.

Brother Hao really regarded them as very important, and he fainted.

Just like that, Wu Hao, who had just left the room, was carried into the bedroom by Zhao Ling and put on the bed.

After doing this, she wiped away her sweat and sat on the side panting.

Wu Hao secretly narrowed one eye and glanced at her.

Isn't it just a dead person?

There are so few people dying in this game, it's like the sky is falling.

In fact, Wu Hao was still a little sad. He originally thought that Wang Bo could hold off for a while when being chased by ghosts, but now he was dead like this.

Why……

What a waste...

Anyway, he happens to be still dizzy, so he should sleep a little longer.

Wu Hao closed his eyes.

After sleeping for another half an hour, he slowly woke up.

Zhao Ling came over to see him with concern, only to see him staring blankly at Bai Weideng without saying a word.

Zhao Ling felt bitter in her heart, "Brother Hao, the deceased has passed away, we..."

She wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "We still have to look forward."

Wu Hao ignored her and just stared at the ceiling blankly, his lips moving.

When I got closer, I realized that he was shouting, "Bozi... Bozi..."

Zhao Ling felt so sad that she cried loudly to expel the depression.

Seeing Wu Hao like this, I couldn't help but feel soft-hearted.