The author's diary of ghost stories

Under the giant brain, there are only two natives numbered 266 and 267 who have returned to the three-dimensional human state still standing on the ground.

The module person who fell on the ground was not dead yet, but his current state was not much better than death.

Due to the onset of the acute genetic disease, the players present became extremely weak. Even Pharmacist Henry's potion could not reverse the process. It could only make the spread of the virus slightly slower, making him look stronger than other players. In better condition.

However, this was of no use. In this state, he was still at the end of his strength and had no ability to resist.

It would be great if the second stage of unsealing has been completed, so that you can use the special potion in the inventory to assist in dispensing medicine.

Using more powerful medicines might be able to kill this disease.

Henry thought, filled with regret.

His abilities are much more than that, but more powerful potions require the use of inventory. It is really helpless to meet a native at this point in time.

The current players' strength is not enough to fight against these three natives.

This also made Henry have some doubts. He wondered whether the progress of the game was being pushed too fast.

For example, the elite boss in the later stage of the dungeon was suddenly found by the players in the early stage. There was a generational difference in strength between the two sides, making it impossible to fight.

If they are all in the second stage, it may be these three natives who suffer.

No matter how bad things are, they should be evenly matched, instead of collapsing at the first touch like they are now.

So who is pushing the plot regardless?

Also pushed in the wrong direction.

Logically speaking, one should first find the source of the ghost talk and successfully recognize the source ghost talk, complete the second stage, and then create some turmoil and chaos. Only then will the flesh-and-blood civilization of the native people pay attention, and then the native people will be sent to fight with the players.

A more common sense game flow naturally formed in Henry's mind.

The result is now inexplicably like this. A mountaineer enters the brain network and changes sides. The player's entire army is wiped out. The two leading party who are trying their best to promote the progress of the mission abandon them and run away without hesitation.

Of course, Henry didn't think those two guys could run away.

The strength of the natives is too weird and powerful. It can be seen that their physiological structure and technology are not designed for "combat" at all, but due to the extra-dimensional development of their bodies, their talents in combat are extremely terrifying.

Strength, speed, flexibility, endurance...

No shortcomings at all.

Henry struggled to turn his head to look at the two natives, somewhat confused as to what they were doing and why they had not been given death.

Could it be said that these natives also have the method of eating brains and absorbing memories?

Are they waiting for an opportunity to absorb?

However, the Humanoid Whistle Beast has super-evolved a high-capacity brain to be able to accept the sumo wrestler. These natives...

Not necessarily.

Thinking of this, Henry felt a little anxious, because this was completely beyond his understanding. He was not sure whether he could die normally or whether he could successfully switch to his teammates for exploration.

However, the native didn't give him too many opportunities to think. He walked up to Henry, the only one present who could still move his head, and then stretched out his hand.

His hand quickly decomposed, and the skin of the fingers peeled off like a banana, exposing the bones inside. Then the five fingers spread out, revealing the wrist bones and some thicker vascular tissue.

This is……

Henry's pupils dilated slightly. As a doctor, he was not afraid of the internal tissues of the human body. What worried him was another thing:

What on earth is this guy going to do?

The unfolded finger bones bloom like flowers, and the collision of white and red colors shows a stunning beauty.

The aesthetics of the native people are still in a very primitive state. The appearance of this "flowered hand" has not been deliberately modified by them, but its own beauty is enough to form a beautiful painting.

The blood vessels at the wrist bones broke in the middle, and then continued to stretch, scattering and piercing into Henry's neck.

The native's face is always calm, and the muscles on his face are in a natural state, but there is no fluctuation at all.

He stretched out his other hand and gently pinched the back of Henry's neck, breaking Henry's cervical vertebrae gently.

A short and sharp bone knife protruded from the wrist bone, about forty centimeters long, with a slender blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

What?

Henry heard a crisp "crack" sound coming from his neck. He knew it was because his neck was broken, but he did not feel any pain.

Until he saw his neck being completely severed by a bone knife and his head being separated from his body, he still felt no pain.

Death also never came.

yes……

It is the blood vessels of native people.

He suddenly realized something, and then felt his head fly up, hovering in the air next to the native.

At this time, he was able to see his current state.

The native's blood vessels completely replaced his own blood vessels, supplying oxygen and energy to his brain to maintain his life at this moment.

He was like a trophy, a specimen of an animal head hanging in the air.

The only difference between the two is that he is not dead yet, because the native people do not want him to die yet.

The native wants to keep his brain active, perhaps because the inactivated brain may lose some memories, or the virus in the body will gradually spread to the brain, causing lesions in his brain, which will have some effects.

Henry thought of committing suicide because this was the safest way at present, but now he only had one head left and had no ability or strength to do this.

According to the law, the native divided his blood vessels into more strands, then pierced the blood vessels into the necks of the modular people who had become extremely weak due to acute illness, and removed the heads of these modular people one by one, and held them in the air beside him. middle.

His body stood as straight as a tree.

The blood vessels scattered into dozens of strands are like branches on a tree, and the heads that can still move, blink, and think are like fruits hanging from the branches.

Under normal circumstances, native people would not waste such time making this kind of "fruit tree". Any modular person infected by the virus will suffer from organ failure in an extreme period of time, and then die of inactivated lung function. resulting in suicide.

However, his brain capacity is not enough to accommodate the memories of multiple aliens, so he needs to transport the aliens' heads in this way to the location of a biological computer to take out "their" memories and form information.

If it is true, as the parasitic beast race numbered D980 said, that aliens are much better at researching celestial bodies and gravity than they are, and have faster algorithms, then [Project Fruit Tree] will also usher in a real dawn.

By then, their civilization will usher in true greatness.

Numbers 266, 267, and 268 will be eligible to be the first statues erected on the [Tree] after the return of civilization.

Always great!

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As the Chinese man and the masked man entered the warehouse, Lee also started his own brainstorming.

What is the identity of this Chinese man?

First of all, it can be determined that he is a player.

A player who is amazing but can still see the upper limit.

Unlike the masked man, that was a guy he couldn't see through at all.

Even if you throw identification spells at players in online games, even if the player is very strong, at least you can see the player's level and the gap between them.

As for the masked man, all he got was "?????".

Except for this kind of pioneer copy that will cause communication between different servers, Lee's daily copies are all on English servers.

In the daily dungeon, he had seen this kind of grocery store before, so he was not unfamiliar with this masked man.

It's just that the masked men I saw in the past seemed to be dark-skinned and spoke English.

But Lee felt that the two masked men were most likely the same person, because their body proportions, hairstyles and all other subtle features were exactly the same.

Just now, he even saw a black mole in the same position on the palm of the yellow-skinned masked man.

As for why the masked man in the server he was on was dark-skinned, he thought it was probably some kind of political correctness.

This kind of thing is so common that it’s not worth mentioning.

Lee once heard some more powerful players say that the Monster World might have selected corresponding directors among the players.

This may be "official", but what he learned is that no player has ever seen the so-called "official".

In addition to the corresponding directors.

The government may be divided into multiple departments, and different departments select different directors to help the government handle some difficult matters.

As a reward, such players tend to grow very quickly and can master powerful powers to better help the officials, until they die in a mission.

So this Chinese guy is the director of the masked man?

Was he assigned to this copy to conduct some kind of special deal?

The goods being traded are what they call “goods”.

It is certain that the goods are in the hands of the Chinese people, and they are not brought by him.

Because this Chinese person has not unlocked the inventory, the so-called "goods" may be something(s) obtained in this copy.

Lee made a possible judgment in his mind, and then felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

Something that makes the masked man intervene and obtain it even if he violates certain rules!

It's in this copy of Ghost Story!

If he could get the words out of the Chinese people's mouths and know what this thing is, then he might get it. This might be a great opportunity.

For example, becoming the director of the black masked man in the English department server.

English servers cover more countries and have a wider scope, and their development potential is greater than this Chinese server for Chinese people!

Lee suppressed the excitement in his heart and began to continue thinking.

Only thinking, only thinking is the prerequisite for gaining in the world of ghost stories.

This is what Lee thought after experiencing dozens of side stories and obtaining dozens of seals.

Judging from the available information, this should not be "corpse oil".

This was probably the first time this Chinese player had seen a native, so it was unlikely that he had mastered the corpse oil.

Then this thing is something that Chinese players get before they meet other players.

Based on the information obtained from other players, the Chinese had previously only been active in the area where they were born.

No wonder.

Lee's eyes flashed.

No wonder the birthplace of this Chinese man is so special. He stays alone in a remote area of ​​the base and is accompanied by a unique monster, the Whistle Beast.

This batch of "goods" is most likely in the original area.

Gotta find a way to get it.

Inside the warehouse.

"Here, there are a total of three hundred and ninety-four Cao Ying, for sale on consignment." Yu Liang took out the Cao Ying from the universe and put it into a sackcloth bag provided by the masked man.

"As I said before, you decide the price and use the special Cao Ying coins to purchase it." The masked man continued, "I will be given a commission for every transaction."

"Well, the relevant contents are all in the contract." Yu Liang nodded, then he looked at the inventory and took out enough demon blood test tubes.

The warehouse, like the spawn point, is not strictly within this dungeon, so there are no restrictions on using three columns in these two places.

However, just like the Dan Shengren Nursery before, the extracted items still cannot be taken out of the warehouse.

Of course you can give it to the masked man.

"These devil blood and grass babies are matched, but each grass baby should not be sold as a set." Yu Liang ordered, "Similarly, these grass babies must be sold in batches."

"Why?" The masked man was stunned, not understanding what Yu Liang was going to do.

"Forget it, I can't tell, let me teach you." Yu Liang opened his hand and summoned the money-keeping ghost from the universe.

The Scrooge wears a large overall, a paper hood on his head, and carries a fortune tree on his shoulder. As soon as he appears, he starts waving "Hey, hey, hey, hey!"

He looks like a mentally disturbed dwarf.

"It? Teach me? Do business?" The masked man's voice wavered, as if he was in disbelief at this kind of thing.

Is the gradient level of this monster creature a bit low?

A T2-level monster can only have intelligence. This kind of monster teaches me how to do business?

Hearing this, the money-gathering ghost suddenly put away the fortune-bringing tree, hugged the piggy jar with both hands, and ejaculated from the two eye holes of the hood.

What's the meaning?

It's in...

Suspect me?

Do you suspect that I can’t do business, that I can’t make money, or that I don’t love gold and silver?

I--

My love for money is far greater than yours!

Don’t underestimate my bond with money! ! !

At this moment, the masked man felt a desire that was almost condensed into substance through the holes in the paper hood.

Greed.

And the willpower that has been tempered over time.

Let’s update one chapter first. There will be another chapter that may be later. School has started. Let’s finish today’s class first. QAQ