Yuan Qingli related her experience with Mu Yingshan.
She asked, "Can you tell us what the discomfort is?"
"The so-called discomfort. You can understand it as a mental attack or mental pollution.
After being polluted, some people will become mentally evil, and some people with strong mental powers are more likely to suffer from physical discomfort.
For example, if you have abdominal pain, chills all over your body, or vomiting blood, you can barely bear it for a few days. Weak tourists will be attacked mentally and physically. If not treated in time, they will soon..."
"Wait a minute, today... you have been contaminated?"
The orange clown's pupils shrank, and then he nodded to himself, "That's right. Otherwise, why would you show up in the service hall."
The three of them looked at him talking to himself, not knowing what to say for a while.
This clown looks more innocent than his face.
despite this.
The opposing stance between the players and the NPC still prevented Yuan Qingli and the others from revealing more information.
The orange clown looked at Yuan Qingli with a solemn expression: "Looking at your current situation, you should have received proper treatment. You must be careful and careful not to have a second mental pollution. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous... Even we can't help you." "
It's strange that he has never been treated by the red clown.
Yuan Qingli was about to ask if it was related to the strange thing they met on the way here.
Unexpectedly, the orange clown's expression suddenly changed: "It's coming!"
Heavy, sticky footsteps pattered on the ground, as if they were dragging something.
At this moment, the sky was completely shrouded in thick black fog, and the sound of breathing was everywhere, as if dozens of people were crowding around them, staring at them with laughter.
Densely packed, accompanied by regular breathing sounds.
It was a feeling of being spied upon.
It was as if there were eyes all around, and in the darkness, these eyes parted the clouds and shone with curiosity.
His dark eyes just stared at you, squeezing each other, whispering and discussing, trying to leave a mark on you.
Yuan Qingli and the three of them only felt creepy.
Looking at the orange clown's expression, he didn't look much better. He raised his index finger and made a silent gesture.
The slightly dried blood on the white gloves was the only bright spot in the darkness.
Yuan Qingli paused for a moment and soon woke up.
On his side, Lu Xingyun didn't feel any discomfort.
Only Bo Zijin frowned and tightened his tie with his left hand, his expression was wrong.
There seemed to be something exploding and spreading rapidly in my mind.
[Bo Zijin, let me go! Also let yourself go...]
[Oh, your current affection is worthless in my eyes. 】
[I want to go to the sea and die there. 】
[Bo Zi Jin Bo Zi Jin Bo Zi Jin! You deserve more damn than me! 】
The clown quickly walked up to Bo Zijin, dyed his index finger red on his chest, and touched Bo Zijin's face to draw a small red flower.
At the same time, he muttered something.
Yuan Qingli heard the sound of heavy footsteps getting farther and farther away, and that direction seemed to be heading towards the rest area.
She was convinced and determined.
If the destination of the footsteps was the rest area, this would explain why Jin Wuwu was unwilling to open the door to them, and blocked them with an iron fence to expel them.
"Bo Zijin, are you okay?"
Lu Xingyun's voice drew Yuan Qingli's attention back.
Bo Zijin's face was cold, and there was a chill in his paleness.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye and said, "I'm fine. You'd better take care of yourself."
His unintelligible tone was indeed refreshing.
Lu Xingyun noticed Bo Zijin's eyes falling on his nose.
Reach out and touch.
Nosebleed.
The orange clown's eyes went back and forth between Yuan Qingli and Lu Xingyun, looking surprised and delighted at times.
It's just that this emotion changes so quickly that it's impossible to catch it.
"Is your blood Tang Monk's blood?" Yuan Qingli approached.
The orange clown smiled gently.
At this time, the three of them felt that his expression was no longer so terrifying.
"It's happiness." He said three words concisely and concisely.
The sky above seemed less dark.
The orange clown pointed to the rose garden, solemnly.
