The process of killing Makin is easy.
Since the emotional value had accumulated 500, Su Mingan remotely used a "judgment" on the guide Luo Yi who was guarding the door.
The activation distance of this skill was too far. Before Luo Yi could see Su Ming'an, he was hit by Judgment and froze in place as if he had lost his soul. Siboer, on the other hand, went directly into the house and approached Makin.
Siboer's shot did not kill Ma Jin. Her attack power was pitifully low. But before Ma Jin could fight back, Su Mingan arrived. His one shot of judgment stunned Ma Jin for about two seconds, which was even worse than Luo Yi's. Much shorter. I don't know if she has tools to resist control.
...This "judgment" skill is indeed very powerful. After all, my professional skills are already at level 20. If the skills I acquire are not strong enough, there will really be no point in playing.
After Makin died, a piece of equipment was dropped. Nice properties, but...
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[Luo Yihang's Dress (Blue Level): "To my lover, Ma Jin."
Physical defense: 5
Mental defense: 30
Equipment requirements: none
Special skill (Luo He): Fixed damage reduction of 30 points for each hit. When casting a spell, the skill charging time is fixedly reduced by 0.5 seconds.
Note: Luo Yihang, who volunteered to become a forging player and forged equipment specifically for his lover Ma Jin, sold her a long dress. It embodies his deep love and hard work for his lover. 】
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[Combat power: 2400+10]
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Su Mingan's bottom equipment is still the blue-level "Sophia Palace Dress", and the additional skill is to increase the effect of spiritual skills by 10%. But this skill is no longer useful. Space vibration and annihilation are not spiritual skills.
The "Luohe" skill of Luo Yihang's Skirt can reduce the 0.5 second reading time of the charge space vibration, which is helpful at this stage.
But...why is it another skirt...?
Su Mingan's face was a little dark, but he still dragged it into the equipment slot. If there is one, there are two. Anyway, since the skirt is not actually worn on his body, he just pretends that he doesn't know.
He left the cabin.
A gust of wind.
In the center of the blood-red field of vision, the extremely healthy corns stretch far and wide. From here, you can vaguely see the three-story steam processing plant, the sealed gate on the left, and the flat farmland on the right that does not block the view.
"Since you have already taken action, I suggest you reduce the number of people by one more person." Siboer followed up and said.
"Why?"
"The eighty-ninth leader, 'Painter' Li Yujie." Siboer said: "Her ability is to use a pen to temporarily paint and draw things that can be driven by her. And painting the altar also requires a pen. If she will Her brush and carving pen are linked together, and when the altar is finished carving, the strength bonus you get may not be the best."
"...You are really familiar with them." Su Mingan said.
It was obvious that no one else could even recognize Xi Boer, but Xi Boer clearly recognized the abilities of the other ninety-nine people. Whether it's appearance, personality, identity, or abilities, she is like an encyclopedia, even taking out people's wealth.
"I said it." Siboer pointed to her head: "I can predict. Although it is only passive, it is not difficult to know these things."
She took the first step and walked towards the farmland on the right.
Sweet potatoes and potatoes are grown in the farmland, which does not block the view. As long as you search in the direction of the altar, you will always find someone.
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"I'm super!"
A loud national curse sounded.
Wang Chaoze, who was carrying a big sword, withdrew his hand with an ugly expression. He dipped his hand into corn kernels and an unknown liquid. The liquid was stringy and looked particularly disgusting. It slipped from his fingers and fell into the pig trough below. inside.
The pigs sleeping next to them were all awakened by their movements. They thought someone was coming to feed them, so they crowded in front of the fence one by one.
There was a stench in the air, a pungent odor that almost made Wang Chaoze vomit.
"Wori, now the audience is going to laugh us to death." Wang Chaoze was almost hit by the pig. He immediately took a few steps back and shook his hands with a very disgusted expression: "...Hey, don't tell me which of you has fired. live streaming."
Next to her, Margaret, who was holding a feather fan and wearing a Western European feather skirt, also felt very uncomfortable.
"I didn't open it." She covered her face with the red-level fan in her hand to suppress the stench of the pigsty at the tip of her nose, which made her face turn pale.
This group of them happened to be born next to the pig farm of the farm. After Margaret used the [Tracking Eye] to see through the positions of others, they gathered together... Considering the urgency of time, They are forced into a pig farm to find pens and blood.
"Tong An'an, you didn't start the live broadcast, right?" Margaret turned her head and looked at a shorter girl.
Although she was not intolerable to this environment, this scene must not be seen by those viewers. They went to the pig pen to pick things up, and they were staggering around because of the smoke... This was so embarrassing, and it could be posted on the forum's "Shame on Top Players" section in a matter of minutes.
I don’t know what’s going on with this pigsty. It’s so stinky that it’s like deliberately torturing people. I don’t know if it’s just a bad taste in the game.
Tong Anan raised her head, revealing a pair of dull eyes. She is a mute woman who usually uses ventriloquism to communicate with others. When she saw Margaret's eyes, she showed a strange smile.
【opened. ] She showed her white teeth and smiled happily: [I believe that I will be able to see your wonderful figures on the forum soon. 】
"What the hell..." Wang Chaoze uttered fragrant words. At this moment, he really felt like the sky was thundering.
But when he thought that millions of people might be watching, he suppressed his anger again. He knew that with the participation of the number one player in this game, the level of attention would be extremely high, and any actions he took would be infinitely magnified.
"Wang Chaoze, don't stop, we have to kill the pig and get the pig blood." Margaret pointed to the dirty fat pig next to her: "We don't have any other blood on us, unless you want to use human blood." Come and paint the altar... I think that a man like you who has received ancient martial arts education will not let Tong Anan and I kill pigs."
There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but Wang Chaoze, who almost fainted, didn't hear it at all.
"I really want to kill a few NPCs to paint the altar." Wang Chaoze was speechless.
"Not for the time being." Margaret reminded: "The noise of killing is too big. We don't know if those NPCs have any protection measures. If something is triggered, it may attract the first player. When you kill the pig Move sharply, I believe that with your ability, it is not difficult to kill a pig with one sword."
When she said this, she couldn't help but laugh. She was obviously in a high-pressure environment where she was being chased by the number one player, and her sanity was not high, but her mentality was pretty good.
"I'm really...I'm so fucked by Boss Rabbit..." Wang Chaoze's face was full of black lines, and he didn't know what to say.
After hesitating on the spot for a moment, he finally drew the sword behind him.
...His natural weapon, "Huashan", which is regarded as a living thing, is actually used to kill pigs... This is really the biggest insult he has suffered since the beginning of the world game... Even if a human being becomes a player, he will not let him I have never felt so ashamed.
Looking at the pig covered in black mud, he coughed a few times and was forced to approach the pig pen. When he raised his sword, resistance was written all over his body.
"When I meet the number one player, I will definitely ask him for advice..." Wang Chaoze coughed: "Of course, it must be after the eight altars are painted."
Margaret almost rolled her eyes, this man was so shameless that he didn't even try to hide it.
"Hurry up, I don't want to be here anymore..." she said.
【etc. 】
Suddenly, a dull voice suddenly sounded, that was Tong Anan's voice.
"Tong An'an, what did you say?" Margaret looked at her.
【……】
Tong Anan raised her head and glanced outside the pig farm. Her expression was a little solemn.
The pig farm is an indoor environment, surrounded by earth walls of different heights. From the windows on the high walls, you can vaguely see the blood-red outdoors. The swaying green leaves, the piles of straw, the healthy apple trees... everything seemed very quiet... so quiet that it was eerie.
"...Wait a minute." At this time, Wang Chaoze also discovered something was wrong.
"Fuck me, my [sensitivity] is on, I won't play anymore!"
The smile that was still there on his face disappeared in an instant, and he entered a state of preparation for war. He immediately squatted down on the spot with his head in his hands, wishing he could hide among the pigs.
When Margaret heard this, her face instantly turned pale.
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[(Sensitive Perception): When there is a ghost of Jiu Shen within ten meters, the player will receive a warning. 】
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The scary guy who was boosted by 500%...is approaching them!
"!"
Margaret was so frightened that she sat down on the floor. As her butt cooled down, she felt something sticky. It might be pig manure on her skirt, but she didn't care at all. She even wanted to get into the black mud. inside.
...Obviously one person died just now, but the first player moved too fast!
The three guides nearby immediately ran away and hid in various corners of the pig farm. Some even opened the cabinet and hid in it without any knowledge.
"Bang!"
There was a harsh explosion, and I didn't know if it was the collapse of the mud wall next to it.
Margaret was huddled in the corner, her whole body hidden under the low wall, with fear in her eyes.
She didn't know why she was so scared. As a top player, she wouldn't have too much fear. But at this moment, she felt like a prey meeting a predator, with a natural fear. It seemed that if she didn't hide, run, or hide, she would be brutally killed.
An invisible pressure gradually came over her body. She felt her breathing getting faster and faster, and her heart beating faster and faster... This was a fear that was beyond her control, as if all the physiological tissues in her body were contracting violently, controlling her. The fear is constantly amplified.
She heard a vague whisper, as if the evil god was whispering in her ear, telling her ideas that were contrary to human nature.
She gritted her teeth, her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and her legs and feet began to feel weak.
……escape! Or...hide!
It was difficult for her to control this kind of thoughts. It took a lot of courage to restrain this kind of fear.
Opposite her, Wang Chaoze hid directly among the pigs and danced with them.
And a burst of footsteps sounded at this moment.
"Da da da."
The sound stopped at the door of the pig farm. At this time, Margaret barely restrained the fear in her heart and gradually adapted to it.
She knew that this might be the accompanying fear effect of the Nine God's Ghost, making it difficult for them to be willing to fight against it. But for some reason, it seemed that the effect was not very strong. She was just frightened for a few seconds and then returned to normal.
Her hands rubbed against the rough ground, resisting the nausea of the stench all over her body, and slowly crawled on the ground, hiding her body.
…Don’t come over, don’t come over.
She prayed silently. Although she has life-saving tools, she doesn't want to use them here. There is still a long way to go. It would be a waste to use them here.
She suddenly heard a voice, it was a female voice:
"...It smells so bad, don't go in, I can't stand it."
"It seems a bit excessive." A male voice sounded. This voice was familiar to her, Su Mingan's voice.
Her body was frozen on the ground, not daring to move.
The slightest sound might attract his attention. The distance between them was definitely not more than ten meters at this time.
"Come on, come on, I really can't stand this smell." The female voice said again.
"Okay." A male voice sounded: "Then let's go and take a look."
Another burst of footsteps sounded.
After waiting for a while, the three of them slowly got up from the ground. They looked at each other in disbelief, each with unkempt appearance, as if they had rolled in the mire for more than a dozen times. A stench lingered around them and lingered for a long time.
"MD, when the altar is finished, I must make Su Mingan look good..." Wang Chaoze stiffened his fist. He had never been so humiliated.
"It's too dangerous, it's too dangerous. Fortunately, you chose the Sensitive Perception skill. If we hadn't hidden, he would have discovered us long ago." Margaret looked at Tong Anan with lingering fear.
Tong Anan also looked shocked, her face turned pale, and she no longer had the intention to joke.
The three people who survived the disaster looked at each other and no longer disliked the dirty pigsty. At this time, they wanted to find the altar quickly, finish carving the eight altars, and get the place back.
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At this time, Su Mingan, who walked out of the pig farm, was also a little scared.
He was just walking around casually, but when he reached the door, he suddenly sensed three people inside. Wang Chaoze, who was dancing with the pigs, was like a light bulb in the dark night, he could see him at a glance.
Three players and three guides are hiding inside, and some of them must have mastered the skills of remote communication. Once one of them escapes, his strength will be exposed.
Fortunately, Siboer spoke up in time, giving him an excuse to leave. Otherwise, if he turned around and left, it would also arouse the suspicion of these sensitive top players.
This group of people thought they were hiding perfectly, but little did they know that the people they were hiding from were also hiding from them, and they had to painfully pretend not to see through their holes-filled hiding.
"Why so slow..." Su Mingan glanced at the number of altars, which was still 0.
"Maybe they are all shopping." Siboer said: "Or they went to the basement to rummage through boxes."
"It's a classic." Su Mingan said.
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