after falling asleep

Chapter 613 21. Painting Style
The teacher sang softly, and the children's big eyes full of fear reflected the firelight.

In another circle of corners, children surrounded by layers, looking towards the center with their probes.

The black lines above their heads were solid, as if they had any substance.And now no one cares about it.

(I had a nightmare before. The dream world view is indescribable. The main tone of the dream is very similar to the main world, but I didn’t think much about it at the time)
Transparent Bridge, who was watching the live broadcast on split screen, suddenly remembered that a long time ago, she and Mu Su had failed in the nightmare difficulty dungeon.

Broken Moon raised her hand and drew circles and symbols beside him.

(Can you add punctuation? Like this)

(Okay... what I want to say is that the dream is in a ghost village)
On the opposite side, Chu Xia painted: (You mean the town of Wanghaijiao?)
(Probably not, the terrain and houses there are different... The point is that we met three monsters at the time, and found three notes in their bodies after killing them)

The top [-] announcements were painted on leather: (So you killed them and then dismembered them?)
(don't interrupt)

Announcer shrugged and crossed out the circle he wrote.

(This was the task I was doing before) Mengshang still explained, and continued to draw: (three sentences were written on each of the three parchment papers)

(that rain brought everything)
(they are walking in the mist)
(One night passes and everything rests)
While the players next to him were thinking, Mengshang continued to write: (After we cleared the level, these three notes turned into three special cards of Evil Chess, which can be taken out of dreams as props)
(Then?)

"They are... Mutant Rain, Strange Fog, and Lightless Night"

(What do these three words stand for?)

(I don't remember clearly, the content of the remarks is roughly: Mutation Rain can summon new races on the board, and they are hostile to all camps by default. The strange fog makes fog appear on the board, and the new race can only move in the strange fog , to attack the chess pieces of all camps. In the dark night, the evil god is summoned, and the dark moonlight falls. All chess pieces have zero vision and stay in the dark for more than 3 seconds to die.)
Mengshang scribbled and scribbled, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and the surrounding players rushed to draw a starting line in front of them.

(I kind of want to play this game)

(Evil Ghost Chess... I feel that this game is somehow related to the invasion of the main world?)

(So ​​the rain and fog we experience correspond to the first two?)

(Why didn't you say it earlier.)
Mengshang smiled wryly and answered Sui Yue: (That was my first nightmare, who knew that it was related to the main world and this dream)
At this time, someone suddenly drew: (So what we are facing next is the dark moonlight?)

All players who saw the dot matrix fell into dead silence.

But...it's only the first day...

"What are you doing?"

The clear and crisp child's voice startled the contemplative crowd, and a little NPC boy approached.

"We are... drawing circles in a competition to see who can draw the circle." Kui Guazi smiled perfunctorily, rubbing off a large circle with his feet.

Excuses are always strikingly similar.

"Can I try?" the little boy asked cautiously.

"Of course." Years squeezed aside to make room.

The little boy wanted to cheer, and then thought of something to cover his mouth, squatted down and drew a circle that was not round.

The players around gradually lost their smiles.

"I've finished drawing."

Finally, the little boy stood up clapping his hands, and his work was displayed in front of everyone.

(we're all going to die)
……

Mu Su and his little partner, the evil spirit hunting team, were walking on the street leading to the center of Wanghaiya town.

In the live broadcast room, Transparent Bridge told Musu one by one what happened in the school building.

When talking about the little boy's horrified drawing of a circle with a special meaning, Mu Su sneered.

The transparent bridge was inexplicably uncomfortable: what are you laughing at?
"I have a sentence of the same type."

Musu was no stranger to the scene where Yinghua and the players communicated with each other.

At first they thought that Mu Su was ill, but later they realized that he was communicating with the players in his live broadcast room.

It's a pity that Musu's live broadcast room is set to be viewed by friends only, and they cannot enter.

Transparent Bridge asked what it was, and saw that Musu picked up a tree branch from the side of the road in a hurry, and drew a bunch of circles on the ground.

Translated: We will all live until we die

Transparent Bridge: Isn't this nonsense?

"So that's also nonsense!" Mu Su spoke plausibly.

The situation here quickly spread to the school building, and while the players were speechless, they also felt a little more relaxed.

He stopped and walked all the way, chasing after the existence that strayed into the surroundings from time to time.Ten minutes later, Mu Su and his little partner, the evil spirit slaying team, approached the wooden wall of the small town.

Logs of similar thickness were erected three to four meters high, and the gaps were covered with mud to fit tightly. Torches were burning on the wall, and the crackling and dim mist radiated from above.

As Mu Su and others approached, the observation hole of the sentry tower inside the wooden wall quickly found three children approaching.

The rhythmic bell rang, and the guards asked in panic, until someone recognized Musu and Yinghua, and they opened the gap in the gate to let the three children in.

They did not lose their vigilance because the three were small town residents and children.Armed with sharp agricultural tools, they surrounded the three of them as if facing a formidable enemy, and the torches held high illuminated the surroundings and dispersed the dense fog.

Facing the questioning, Mu Su threw the blame on the sacrifice: "He believed in evil gods, and we caught him and brought him back. Oh, and, he may have caused this fog."

A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader of the townspeople wasn't entirely convinced, and waved the guards to lead them to the dungeon.

"No! We still have to hunt down evil spirits!" Yinghua took a step forward to protest.

"Fighting evil spirits...?" The leader repeated in doubt, and then said: "We will release you after we figure it out. Don't worry, it's very bright there and there will be no danger."

After all, they were only children, so the guard stepped forward to take away the ax from Musu's hand and the wooden stick from Yinghua's broom, and took the two of them away from the sacrifice.

The Dungeon of Wanghai Town does not have the common problem of all other dungeons, it is cold, damp and dark.On the contrary, there are torches here and there, bright fire and fluffy dry grass to drive away the cold and darkness.

This was originally a place to store food.After the environment changed, the town transformed this place into an underground shelter to provide shelter in case of danger.In order to prevent children or outsiders from entering, it was renamed from the storage room to the dungeon.

Musu and Yinghua were led by the guards through the complicated terrain, and finally pushed into a closed room, and the wooden door was heavily closed.

"We are trapped... what should we do next." Yinghua looked at the room environment, at a loss.

"Of course I tried to escape!" Mu Su stood on tiptoe and looked out through the ventilation hole without looking back. "Speaking of it...why does it feel that the style of painting is not right...does there still have elements of jailbreak in this dungeon?"

The audience complained, can you feel it?

(End of this chapter)