after falling asleep

Chapter 659 67. Incarnate Prophet
The players hid in the wooden house and sat around the raised fire, hoping that the dawn would come sooner.

The small town of Wanghaijiao is full of dangers.

From nightfall to dawn, less than 200 players survived is enough to explain everything.

The ten players who were wiped out by the ghost dancing skirt group in a few minutes are enough to explain everything

Don't underestimate this place just because Musu can do whatever he wants.Except for him, no one can act recklessly in the middle of the night when the evil spirits invade, gather the evil spirits, and suppress the evil spirits.

He even personally solved an evil spirit in the deep sea hundreds of meters away from the coast.

Musu can do it, they can't.

The darkness gradually dissipated, and the hazy mist remained.

The players leaned in front of the window, revealing small fruit-like heads that could be picked one after another, spying on the foggy streets.

In the early morning, the time was already longer than yesterday, and the dense fog still remained.

Uneasiness gradually rose in the hearts of the players. This is the last day, and it is very likely that the fog will not dissipate.

This uneasiness gradually increased until they looked through the window and saw townspeople running around shouting and holding torches.

After a night of silence, the townspeople at Wanghaijiao took action.

The morning lights and the townspeople on the streets may be useless, but at least they take some stress off the players.They let out a long sigh of relief, relaxed, or went offline to solve their personal problems, or boldly slipped out of the house and followed the townspeople to inquire about news.

A group of townspeople wearing uniform linen vests knocked on doors from house to house, listening calmly. If there was no sound in the room, they would not go to the window to spy, and turned and left quickly.

Soon it was the turn of the players who were hiding everywhere, and the townspeople told them to take refuge in the dungeon.

This time, the evil spirits are coming fiercely, and Wanghaijiao Town has reached the juncture of opening the dungeon.

Some players chose to follow to the dungeon, while others stayed and gathered in the orphanage.

They think that hiding in the dungeon is not as good as they imagined.

The security that comes with being crowded and bright is false.Moreover, there are only two exits from the dungeon, so many townspeople gather to make a huge target.

In any case, the third round will end at 0:[-] tonight.They still have more than ten hours of hesitation between now and before dark.

The fires at various intersections were rekindled, and townspeople guarded them at intervals on the road leading to the dungeon.The players who chose to leave lined up in the open space in front of the dungeon together with the townspeople who gradually gathered together.

Whispers and conversations echoed in the open space. The players looked around. Their height restricted their field of vision, only knowing that there were many people around.

Following the crowd scattered into the dungeon, they heard some clues as they passed the talking guards.

The townspeople gathered in the open space above the dungeon numbered just over 2000.In the evening before dawn, this number was originally more than seven thousand.

The yellow mud and hay covered the first floor of the wall, and a torch was planted every ten meters.A dozen or so people crowded the cramped dungeon rooms on both sides.

The players followed the flow of people and scattered around the corner. After a few minutes, they came to a room where they didn't know where.

Crying Winter, a brown-haired and long-haired little boy with an evil name.He subconsciously followed a down-and-out townsman into an unoccupied room next to it.

He just woke up like a dream after stepping into the door, wanting to retreat.But at this time, a middle-aged townsman stood up and closed the door, and inserted the latch, leaving only the head-sized air vent on the door open.

Means the room is full.

Crying Winter suppressed the uneasiness caused by being separated from other players, and gradually swept over the sad or indifferent faces sitting against the wall.

He suddenly felt that choosing to come to the dungeon might not be a good idea.

Most of the other players are like this, they follow the crowd and get together as much as possible to enter the same room.

Several players felt remorseful.Those who were allocated rooms with the crowd in the passage could not turn back, and those who wanted to leave the room were also stopped.

Regardless of unwillingness or peace of mind, what awaits them next is resignation to fate.

……

"Now there are 133 players left, 93 of them are in the dungeon."

Orphanage, the largest and most prominent wooden building in Wanghaijiao, those orphans whose relatives have died and left unattended will be automatically sent here.

There are messy and dirty beds on both sides of the lobby, where children usually sleep here.At this moment, 34 children gathered in the empty space in the middle of the lobby, either standing or sitting, quietly listening to a little boy talking.

The NPC children have gone to the dungeon, leaving only a group of players who were originally here and gathered from other houses.

"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news." Wang Wenwenqie has not changed his habit of distinguishing between good and bad, and put up a finger and said: "The good news is that no matter which side suffers first, the remaining side will automatically advance to the fourth place. round. The bad news is that, judging from the cards, the situation is even more unfavorable for us.”

They have no way of knowing whether the evil spirit will attack the dungeon first, or reach out to the children hiding in the orphanage.

Afterwards they discussed some emergency measures, such as collecting firewood, blocking windows, and planning escape routes.

"Should we call Shang Musu?"

Halfway through the discussion, an untimely voice sounded.

Many people's hearts moved, with different emotions.

"I've already called him, and he should be heading here."

Not far away, Ye Ao Nai He who was on the bed sat up and smiled shyly at this side: "I hope you don't blame me."

"will not."

Wangwen Wenqie nodded at him, and felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, so he said: "I know some of you have prejudice against him, but we must admit that he is the key to whether we can advance to the fourth round."

"But he can easily kill us." The fish from the deep sea yawned and said, he was a little sleepy.

"If you continue with this attitude, I swear that Musu will find a way to kill you." The companion next to him with his arms folded laughed at him. "Don't forget that guy is very vengeful..."

"Who is holding a grudge?"

The echo echoed in the lobby, and two figures stood outside the gate.

Musu was leaning on a cane, the top of which was inlaid with the charred head of the Shadow of Stealing Fire, which was his trophy.

The robe was draped obliquely, half of the body was exposed, and the part of the right arm close to the shoulder had obvious traces of fishing line stitching.

Yinghua beside him stood half a step behind, highlighting Musu's existence.

There was a mist outside the gate, and the hazy light overflowed from around their bodies into the lobby, making the two figures a little more illusory.

The man pursed his lips stiffly, and moved to hide behind a player.

Mu Su, who was in a good mood, walked into the lobby leaning on the crutches of the evil spirit. The players greeted him one after another, and then continued the previous topic.

After talking for a while, the outsider suddenly suggested: "Why don't we let Mu Su say something, he is the key person."

The atmosphere was quiet.

"Well...you're right." Wangwen Wenqie nodded slightly, and turned to Musu who was posing with his eyes slightly squinted: "Do you have any good ideas?"

He undercut the accent on the word "good."

Mu Su, who was about to propose an asymmetric competition with the evil spirit, fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)