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The intense fear instantly extinguished all the anger in Zhao Cheng's heart.

In the midst of extreme fear, his brain instantly calmed down, and he had a puzzling question in his mind -

Obviously someone in the forum has already said that there are rules in this world.

Just like the NPC, it seems to have an empty shell, but there is no inner living dead.

The reason why I was able to grab a coin before was because I cleverly used this rule.

But at this moment, he looked at the smile on the old woman's face, and then looked at the young man next to him who looked at him with pity.

Zhao Cheng instantly realized that the world was not as simple as he imagined!

"Strange Era" is not a game with only rules!

These tricksters can actually think independently and have emotions that are close to real people!

In the flash of lightning, Zhao Cheng seemed to have figured out everything. He tried his best and forced an ugly smile on his face:

"Ahem, grandma, we young people, big and small, are kidding you!"

"It's just that I didn't bring any money today..."

"Look, if I can make money in the future, I'll pay you back ten times? Ten times!"

Several other accomplices immediately realized that the old woman selling chestnuts could communicate. After realizing it, they quickly echoed:

"Yes, yes, we all forgot to bring money today. We will definitely double the compensation in the future and recommend it to our friends so that more customers will come to your business!"

"My friend was just joking!"

"Yes, I'm just kidding. Grandma, you are so old, why do you need to care about us young people?"

This group of young people forced their smiles and tried to soften their tone, but instead they sounded like they were yin and yang.

Trying to make an unreasonable thing into a matter of course.

The old woman selling chestnuts smiled and said nothing, and gestured with her eyes to the sugar-roasted chestnuts that fell to the ground and were covered in dirty mud.

"Young man..."

"Some jokes should not be made casually."

"Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey."

"As for me, old lady, I have always been tolerant and generous, but the only thing I hate most in my life is wasting food."

The minds of Zhao Cheng and others suddenly sank to the bottom.

They finally realized the seriousness of the problem!

The death rule was triggered!

Now half of the foot has fallen into the abyss. If you try to climb up again, there is not much room left.

"What do you want..." someone trembled.

At this moment, the sarcoma on the lower body was still gradually spreading, extending all the way to the chest.

The armpits on both sides are almost occupied by sarcomas and have become extremely bloated. My hands can only be hung on both sides and cannot be put down.

Like an ugly rag doll being hung up.

In addition to being able to stand still, almost half of these people's appearances have become bloated sarcomas, and they have lost consciousness and control.

They had never experienced such a terrifying scene, and their brains were left with only the instinctive desire to survive, pushing them to try to defend themselves.

However, when he spoke now, he completely lost his composure.

Even from a logical level, I can't find any words to confront the old woman selling chestnuts.

It seemed that he was trying his best to make a sound from his mouth while being dragged away by the god of death, but at this stage, any struggle seemed to be of no avail.

The old woman selling chestnuts sighed and said, "Children, don't you know that you will be punished if you do something wrong?"

"What punishment?"

"There is a saying that goes well: If you are not a fish, how can you know the happiness of a fish? The same is true for pain. Human joys and sorrows cannot be communicated with each other. Since you don't know how to cherish food, I have to punish you to experience the feeling of food... "

As soon as he finished speaking, the growth rate of the sarcoma suddenly accelerated rapidly!

"No!"

Zhao Cheng and others screamed in despair.

However, the rapidly growing sarcoma spread across their necks in an instant, flooding their mouths, followed by their noses, eyes, ears...

The wailing stopped suddenly.

Sarcomas continued to grow on their faces, connecting all the facial features together, as if forming a bloated ball. Only thick and blurred flesh and blood could be seen, completely stuck together.

The flesh and blood were rotten, black and red, like rotten flesh that had been dried under high temperatures.

There was a faint fishy smell in the air.

at the same time……

In Chen Ye's eyes, the halo of luck on the heads of the people in front of him had gone from the black evil spirit sprouting and the blood-red halo lingering to nothingness now.

From beginning to end, Chen Ye watched the entire process attentively and remained extremely calm.

He knows that now he must seize every opportunity to observe what the world structure of "Strange Era" is like, what the rules are, and what will happen if the rules are violated...

Regarding the tragic situation when Zhao Cheng and others died, Chen Ye could not say that he was not touched at all.

After all, their identities are the same as mine, they are all players.

Before the bloody countdown comes, they are all living people.

But Chen Ye did not lend a helping hand to them.

If you want to survive in this world, you must truly understand the rules of operation, understand the rules, master the rules, and ultimately become the rules themselves.

The ignorant performance and reckless actions of Zhao Cheng and others destined them to be a group of losers in such a game.

Even if Chen Ye helped them, it would be impossible to survive in this world where danger is everywhere.

After a brief fluctuation in his heart, he quickly kept himself calm and extracted knowledge that was useful to him.

It's like withdrawing your inner soul from the outside. It's like your consciousness has just descended into this body. From an away perspective, you can calmly observe everything around you, understand, analyze, learn, and internalize...

He carefully observed the entire process, constantly combined with the content in the game, and made mental analysis.

"The old lady selling chestnuts should have at least two different types of characteristics."

"First, that is the [Chef] sequence. There is not much to say about this."

"Secondly, it has special abilities related to language type, similar to [Bewitcher]. Not only does it have the ability to bewitch, but its logic is very clear, and it is also good at citing scriptures. It is not like an old woman in an ordinary vegetable market at all, but like an old woman in an ordinary vegetable market. It’s like a knowledgeable female doctor who retires in old age and goes to the vegetable market to use the language skills of dimensionality reduction attack to bargain.”

"Third, these foods seem to have the ability to [alienate], causing huge changes in the body structure."

"However, this [alienation] will not break out when the principle of equivalent exchange is followed."

"Even if there are some disadvantageous costs to oneself, through the premise of equivalence, the negative costs are offset, so one can escape the rule of death."

"These young people would not have died, but their minds were eroded by the words of the [Bewitcher] and they violated the principle of equivalence, thus violating the rules of death."

"Reduced to food..."

"Hiss... the effect of combining different characteristics is really terrifying."

Chen Ye was even more certain in his heart that the old woman selling chestnuts was not an ordinary trickster.

Today alone, the other party has displayed as many as three characteristics!

The most frightening thing is that these characteristics can also cooperate with each other to form a killing method!

Witnessing the whole process of the old woman selling chestnuts dragging these players into the rules of death with words...

Chen Ye finally understood deeply what it meant to be "afraid of the hooligans being educated"!

The old woman selling chestnuts looked down at the muddy roasted chestnuts and sighed:

"It's really heartbreaking that such good food could be wasted like this."

The next second, her eyes fell on the players not far away who had turned into sarcoma and stood like flesh sculptures. Her face was suddenly filled with wrinkles from smiles:

"The good news is that new ingredients are available!"