The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

This is a steaming bowl of broth in a casserole. Ren Yifei glanced at it. It looked like a human thigh with some condiments such as mushrooms and bamboo shoots on the side. The clear soup had yellow grease floating on it.

If you don't know the ingredients, it looks delicious.

But thinking about what the ingredients were, the acid water in his stomach flooded.

Originally, he wasn't sure whether the meat was a mistake when it arrived in front of him, but now he doesn't have to guess. It was intentional for people to name them by name.

"Since you know it's me, why are you insulting me with such dirty things?"

Ren Yifei looked at the malicious and provocative Mrs. Side on the stage: "How many heads do you have enough for me to kill?"

His anger is not because of cannibalism, but because his pride as a big demon is challenged. This is of the same nature as the little demon talking back before, and it is even worse.

However, this time he did not choose to retort gently, but directly showed his anger.

Of course, the best coping strategy is not to threaten, but to express your displeasure directly with actions.

Today, all the demons he saw deal with disputes like this. They never push blindly, they just kill it.

Visible power is the most convincing thing.

However... it hurts my heart to fight the five scumbags.

"Why is Lord He angry?" Mrs. Side widened her eyes exaggeratedly.

Why? All the demons looked at the broth: He Jun doesn't eat red meat, isn't she deliberately provocative? Who gave her the confidence, not Qinghong? Could it be that this pair of senior brothers...

On Ren Yifei's wrist, the red rope that ordinary people can't see is flashing red light regularly, and it's like a heartbeat.

This was left by the last thing that brought him the experience of the underworld. I don't know if it was a gift or a legacy.

He blocked it along with his extreme emotions, thinking that he would never use them for the rest of his life, until now.

"You really need me." In the spiritual world, the white-haired and red-eyed 'he' smiled softly, his eyes full of temptation, "You are me, I am you, what are you afraid of?"

Ren Yifei closed his eyes: "Power, borrow it for a while."

"As proud as you are, are you asking me for help now? Can't you handle it?"

"It's so weak...forget it."

The red rope shines brightly.

The original spring banquet of Yingge Yanwu suddenly rolled up with the chilling and bleak atmosphere of autumn.

The autumn wind is like a flying blade, cutting a hundred grasses.

The first ones who couldn't stand it were the Rakuji and the dancers. They hugged their bodies in pain, but they still couldn't stop themselves from turning into a light smoke and dissipating their fate.

The picture scroll trembled, rolled up the blue smoke and retracted into the sleeve of the original owner, even the croaking starling of the peacock was so frightened that he closed his mouth and pretended to be dead.

The sudden explosion of the demon's aura overwhelmed everyone at the banquet. The singing and dancing stopped, as did the drinking. The other demons looked at the people on the stage and waited for a result.

The maid who served the dishes was even more eager to disappear in place.

"What's the matter? Why is there meat on the table, brother?" Brother Qinghong frowned and looked at the beauty on the right.

This should be Mrs. Pian, but it looks like she is in charge of the big affairs of this banquet.

Afraid to be favored.

Sure enough, although she was held accountable, there was no fear on her face. Facing this terrifying and depressing atmosphere, she still smiled and looked at Ren Yifei: "The demons are born to eat people, and they love to eat people. I will serve you the best meat. He-jun, why is He-jun dissatisfied?"

As she spoke, she picked up a piece of human flesh on the plate, opened her mouth to reveal sharp fangs, and tore off a piece, the rouge on her lips was like blood.

"Well, it tastes delicious."

She continued provocatively: "Since the concubine was born, I have never heard of a demon that does not like to eat people. Could it be that, as the rumor said, He Jun is not a demon like me?"

Before she could finish her words, a demonic wind blew up, a cloud of smoke enveloped the entire banquet, and the figures of the demons were looming.

Mrs. Side was shocked, she hurriedly stood up and waved away the white mist.

"He-jun, what have you done to me?"

The chatter and laughter, the sound of singing and dancing, the breathing of the people around her... all faded away. She waved off the white mist and stumbled down the steps, but everything in front of her was completely different.

It was a banquet full of guests and friends just now, but now in front of her, there are broken walls, weeds are spreading everywhere, and mosquitoes and flies are flying around.

There is no doubt that the Cloud Tower is still here, but the splendor is no longer there. There are some poorly maintained tortoise cracks on the wooden pillars on both sides, many weeds grow between the stone cracks on the ground, and the traces of the past can still be vaguely found on the walls on both sides.

Hissing, the knee-high grass is windless and automatic, vaguely seeing long worms wandering.

Red, black, blue, all kinds of poisonous snakes emerged from the grass, hissing and tongue around her.

"He Jun!" She looked around, and there was no flaw, and finally panicked, "If you hurt me, Qinghong will never let you go even if he recites the brotherhood of apprentices!"

The voice echoed in this barren place, but no one responded.

Her heart froze: "He Jun! Let me go!"

Mrs. Side on the stage suddenly shouted like crazy, and all the monsters were startled. They knew that it was He Jun who shot, but no one found out how he shot.

Mrs. Side's strength is not low, but she has no power to parry.

The demons looked at Ren Yifei even more frantically. The demons liked the beautiful, worshipped the powerful, and couldn't reject the beautiful and powerful.

In just a few seconds, the energy in his body was almost drained out. Ren Yifei felt exhausted and dizzy, but he still maintained a strong appearance through gritted teeth.

The white-haired ghost clasped his hand and said temptingly, "Doesn't it feel good to have power? How is it? Release the seal?"

Ren Yifei stretched out his hand and pressed his dark side down: "You can go."

"Don't kill her?" The white-haired ghost was pinned to the ground, but smiled happily, "Look at her, she was trembling with fear from a few poisonous snakes, it's so funny. Bite her?"

The illusion is false, but the pain and despair are real.

"She has children."

Ren Yifei escaped from the space of consciousness: "You should be glad that I don't eat meat. If I eat meat, how can human flesh be better than demon meat with concentrated essence?"

He stood up, the long hair that had been spread on the ground fell behind him, and a few strands were hooked to his chest, the light of the banquet chased him, and the shadows outlined his eyebrows.

He is ready to go.

"Senior brother, wait." Qinghong stopped him, "It's my fault."

"Of course it's your fault." Ren Yifei was rude to him, "Even if it wasn't for you, at least it was a dereliction of duty."

"Senior brother is right, Huali made her own decision, and it's because of me that I apologize to my brother here."

He got off the stage, and apologized and bowed to Ren Yifei.

"You get out of the way."

"Brother, don't be angry."

Ren Yifei couldn't walk for a while, and he wanted to hide the truth of his poor health at the moment, and he would spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Qinghong..." Mrs. Side just came back and was looking for comfort when she looked up and saw that her husband was flirting with Han, with tears in her eyes and a fragile face.

"Hua Li, still don't apologize to senior brother?" The host of the banquet showed no pity for Xiangxiyu, looked at Ren Yifei, and scolded his wife, she was a scumbag on the spot.

Mrs. Side looked at Ren Yifei, her heart still had the despair that there was no way to go to the sky and no way to go down. She was frightened and scared, mixed with fear and resentment, and gritted her teeth: "He-Jun, it's my fault."

"There will be no next time." Ren Yifei warned, he was in a hurry to leave, but he couldn't get away, and his expression became colder.

Mrs. Side only felt that she had lost, and her face was gray.

Also sitting and watching her husband flirting with Han, the big lady on the left has a particularly good mentality: "Senior brother has always been generous and doesn't take worldly things to heart, but there are always people who want to provoke him. Senior brother, you need to be clean, but there is a smog here. , you shouldn't have come."

The eldest lady's words sounded like falling into stone, but Ren Yifei heard another voice clearly in his ears: "Senior brother, you shouldn't come."

The legendary secret voice transmission?

Ren Yifei didn't know this skill, so he glanced at the eldest lady: "You are right."

Brother? It turns out that the wife of the younger brother is the younger sister?

Ren Yifei's face was calm and his heart was shocked: No, what happened to your sect? Is it a traditional skill to have a crush on a brother?

"Senior brother." Qinghong wanted to keep him, but Ren Yifei walked around him and walked towards the door.

He was about to leave, but no one dared to stop him, so the maid serving the dishes in the middle made a way.

Walking to the door, among the disgusting aromas of meat, wine and fat powder, an exceptionally different burnt and bitter aroma slowly drifted, causing him to stop.

Dessert player?

What a coincidence.

He subconsciously glanced at the tall and strong male demon in the corner, just as that man also turned his gaze back, his eyes met, both of them were stunned.

Looking back, Ren Yifei continued to walk: Well, my identity is embarrassing, so don't cause trouble. Just to let him see if he can make a perfect ending without relying on others.

He walked out the door, the hem of the mopping robe wiped the smooth floor, the cold fragrance drifted past, and the demons closed their eyes and took a deep breath.

Qinghong looked at the handsome back, and then at the crowd of addicts, his eyes became colder, but a smile hung on his mouth: "Senior brother is in a bad mood, I'll talk to him, you guys eat first."

Say it and go.

The host of the banquet also left, leaving behind two ladies who were not to deal with.

"My little sister is very talented, and can make a senior brother who doesn't get angry easily like this." The eldest lady smiled but did not smile.

Mrs. Side Hua Li touched her stomach, she had recovered, and she was too lazy to pretend to be cute and soft, and looked down on her sister: "Sister, we are a family, you will not treat your own family for an outsider. Will someone make a move?"

"We're a family... heh."

She looked at the arrogant Mrs. Side, and at the round belly, raised her head and took a sip of wine, then smashed the glass directly: "I advise you, don't go too far."

"Sister, don't be annoyed," the angrier she became, the more Madam Side smiled, "are you so angry because of Qinghong or because of Hejun?"

Take notes, the players below are taking notes.

The sponsor's love-hate relationship is also one of the clues, especially in this intricate four-cornered relationship, there are many secrets that can be unearthed.

Many times, key clues are hidden in this conversation.

Where is Saman sitting among the players, those eyes still remain in his brain.

Strange, is that npc looking at him?

Because of the character, or because of him?

Saman has an intuition that the NPC is looking at him, not the role of 'Dapeng'.

He reached out and pinched the root of his nose, without any proof, he only judged by feeling, this was not his style. Saman has always rejected "intuition" and "sixth sense" without data support.

Leaving aside the 'intuition' that could be called a heresy at that moment, Saman began to analyze the previous plot.

The lady on the left just said to the demon in white below, hiding some other emotions. On her face, she looked jealous and angry among the women, but those subtle fleeting expressions didn't say that.

That paragraph seems to focus on the first half of the sentence, laughing at the lady on the right. In fact, "you shouldn't have come" is what she wants to tell the other party.

This banquet is not as simple as the banquet owner said, it has a purpose, and this purpose is not good to the white-robed demon or even other people, so there is such a euphemistic reminder.

As the main lady, I can only remind you politely that this banquet and the organizer of the banquet have a big problem.

In this NPC confrontational relationship, players are most likely to fish in troubled waters to obtain effective information.

Saman, who was sitting in the farthest corner, retreated into the darkness, his body swayed like a wave of water, and slowly disappeared.

The NPC in the banquet noticed his departure for the first time, and sneered: Another weird monster.

Ren Yifei's footsteps were steady, but he was walking faster and faster. He was who he was today when he said that he was strong outside and doing things in the middle.

Forcibly borrowing the sealed power, this is the end.

Can only be a hero for a minute.

Other players have strong skills to support the scene, but he, he only has acting skills, scary paper tigers, and he will finish the game if he sees it through.

Just the look in the banquet host's eyes that wants to swallow him, once it is found that it is not the original, or is found to be weak at the moment, hehe... The next thing is either an R-rated horror movie or eighteen bans.

After a while, there were regular footsteps behind him, not in a hurry or panic. It's full of the bad taste of cats playing with mice.

Ren Yifei's heart beat like a drum: Don't be him, don't be him.

"Brother."

day.

"What are you here for?"

Ren Yifei turned around and saw the original owner's junior brother come over with a worried look.

"You and I haven't seen each other in a hundred years, why do you have to hurry up, brother?" Qinghong caught up with him in a few steps, stretched out his hand to stop him, and Ren Yi flew back half a step to avoid it.

He shouted, "What's the matter with you?"

"When did Senior Brother learn illusion? I don't know." Qinghong smiled and looked at him, "This matter is my negligence. However, I thought that with Senior Brother's temper, Huali should have been suppressed underground. There is no daylight."

This guy... using a pregnant concubine to test? In the end the same bed, so cruel?

"...Look at the child's thin face." Ren Yifei said.

"I lied to you," Qinghong's smile disappeared, his face sank, "Who are you? With my senior brother's temper, he threw his sleeves away at the first sight of Meishu, where would he stay to say more? "

He took a step closer to Ren Yifei and pushed him into the corner: "Who the **** are you?"