after falling asleep

Chapter 855 26. Asymmetric Athletics
"Huh...it doesn't look like..."

Lord Grim let out a long sigh of relief, sat back on the sofa, and revealed the strange transparent bridge behind him.

Should it be clear to the bystanders?No matter how you look at it, it's something Musu and Musu would do...

The transparent bridge pulls out the friend list and glances at it. After Musu's name, it shows: (in the game after a deep sleep).

Ok……

Transparent Bridge rubbed his chin with his palm stained with potato chip scum.

but……

……

But will there be an oriental name like "Jie Ge" in this Western background setting of the Earth Age?

Hiding behind the withered bushes, Wang Wen asked and thought.

Other players have already set foot on the open space and greeted the scavengers in front of the campfire: "Hello, Brother Jie."

They were very interested in the first NPC in the main world, Mao Jiu, who was closest to him, hesitated and asked, "...Are you a local?"

"Of course not, stranger, I'm just like you."

The scavengers picked up the branches beside them, with something on them, and baked them on the bonfire.

Mao Jiu was exchanging glances with his companion not far away, and they signaled to continue asking.Looking back, Mao Jiu swallowed in horror when he saw the things on the branches.

Those were a few eyeballs pierced by the branches, the vitreous body melted, the turbidity gushed out, and solidified on the branches.

He watched the shriveled eyeballs strung on the branches being removed by the scavengers and fed into the gaping mouth, where the teeth closed.

"Oh, it's hot! Uh... I mean, damn it, it's fucking hot!"

The eyeballs slipped and rolled into the campfire, like buds blooming and melting.

The scavenger shows a spiritual side, but it is reasonable-the players may even predict that there will be no living people or humans in the main world.

"What do you mean the same as us?" Mao Jiu tried not to look at her eyes or mouth.

"Come some?"

Then the branch wearing the eyeballs was handed to the face.

"No, no need..." Mao Jiu shrunk his neck and squeezed out several layers of jaws.

The scavengers smiled as if facing their prey: "Your eyes are beautiful."

"Uh...thank you..."

"Beyond this broken island."

The scavengers suddenly returned to the topic and took back the stumped branches: "I know you, the people who hide from the world at Wanghai Cliff, right?"

Nearby players look at each other.

Is this the identity assigned to them by the game?In other words, the "camouflage" skill obtained in the last game.

A player named Yuzhiluo asked: "We still have some companions, can we let them come over?"

The scavengers didn't even raise their heads: "Whatever you want, this is not my territory."

With permission, Yuzhiluo went to call out to the scattered players on the beach and shallow forest.

"Have you explored the island?" Mao Jiu continued to ask.

The scavenger raised his eyes, as if he could see his intentions, but he didn't mind: "It's just limited. Have you seen that broken mountain? It's inhabited by strange creatures that hunt and kill people who make movements. There is a piece of eye in the depths of the woods." Zhuhai. They look scary, but they're actually a good bunch and won't hurt you as long as you don't get close."

"Humph……"

The transparent bridge in front of the screen snorted, Mu Su actually used the information they spent their lives to search for to make a fool of themselves.

Poor Lord Grim, his grilled coral is stiffly held in mid-air.

"There's something good about being weird?" a player who approached the campfire couldn't help but say.

"Outlanders, weirdness is not all bad, just like people are not all good."

Mao Jiu continued to ask questions, and each answer was to complement all players' understanding of the main world.

Wangwen Wenqie had already walked out of the forest, frowning and staring at the figure beside the campfire.

"What are you thinking?" Qianye asked him.

Like himself, he is good at playing games with his wits.

"I feel like I've heard this kind of voice before...it's very familiar..." Lingguang's mind flashed, and Wang Wenwen suddenly raised his head: "I remember! It's Musu's voice."

"... Put away Musu's PTSD, don't scare yourself, don't forget that he was eliminated in the last match." Qianye was speechless.

"You know, I just saw a post on the game tribe two days ago."

Wangwen Wenqie shook his head slightly, his eyes fell on the scavengers by the campfire and the cotton cap on his head.

"Musu played with a sea-watching cliff, but hundreds of people couldn't find him on the narrow sea-watching cliff...the reason is that he covered his name with a hat."

"It's indeed like what he did." Qianye raised his snow-white neck and nodded. "But it has nothing to do with us now. Musu won't be here, and he won't know about Broken Mountain and Eye Pearl Sea."

"But we haven't confirmed yet, haven't we?" Wang Wen Wenqie whispered. "Try it, and then you'll know."

"How do you try?"

……

"The sticky phlegm tendons are elastic. If I were you, I wouldn't be curious about these things." The words of the scavengers carried a warning tone.

"Sorry..." The sticky phlegm tendons were flexible and he backed away while apologizing.

"Please give the player a human-like name in the role-playing game." The player standing next to him complained with disgust: "Millions of players are watching."

"Who knew he would pronounce my name." The sticky tendons of phlegm that half-blocked his face while holding his forehead were showing shame.

"Musu?"

Wangwen Wenqie came to the front row and suddenly called out to the scavengers.

"Ah?" The scavenger looked subconsciously, and then coughed dryly: "Cough...I mean, buddy, who are you calling?"

"Don't pretend to be Musu, I've already recognized you." Wang Wen Wen Qie chased after the victory.

The scavengers still looked innocent: "Oh my god, I don't know why you call me that, is that someone important to you? Like your father?"

"Have you all heard?" Wang Wen asked and looked around. "An answer with Musu characteristics."

The other contestants whispered that they were certainly no strangers to the name, nor to the behavior of the name...

Wangwen Wenqie seemed to have the chance to win, and asked with doubts: "So why are you here?"

The scavenger was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Do you know? Heretics hide among the crowd and distort the knowledge of those around them."

don't... don't do this...

In front of the screen, Transparent Bridge held his forehead in pain.

Don't play the survival game as an asymmetric competitive game...

"We are players, and this kind of thing won't happen." Wangwen Wenqie shook his head and said.

"Not necessarily." Qianye's voice suddenly sounded: "Don't forget the island we saw on the sea."

Those scarecrows with the player's name on their heads are horribly indescribable.

"Okay..." Wang Wenwen sighed helplessly, walked towards the scavengers, and stretched out his hand above his head.

At this time, the scavenger suddenly stood up, grabbed Wang Wenwenqie's collar, leaned forward and glared at his face.

After subconsciously looking back, looking, hearing, and asking, after being flustered, his eyes became expectant, and he looked at "Musu" who was close at hand: "Yes, that's it! Then he stuffed something like a gun into my mouth and said that sentence to me Classic lines!"

The voice fell, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"It is simply a world famous painting and a collection of quotations handed down from generation to generation."

Yinghua who was standing by the side couldn't help clapping her hands.

(End of this chapter)