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Chapter 893 64. In the days without Musu
The 1.3.1 version update is obviously due to the player's situation.

Wang Wen Wen Qi became the biggest beneficiary of the update—and then affected by the delirium between the virtual and the real, I am afraid that he will suffer from mental illness.

And this update has received mixed reviews from the player community.

Although it is clear that the "Petra Act" prevents players from revealing their privacy and causing mental illness, it loses its "horror flavor".

It's like the Heisei party who prefers to apply adult patches to all-age games than adult games and thinks it is more sexy.

The praisers have nothing to do with it: third-person viewers can’t see the delirium that affects the players. Usually, they can only see the players screaming in the air like a lunatic, or waving their hands and feet, or screaming and running away. .After this update, they found that there was an option to check "Enable Illusion" on the live page.

After all, neither privacy leakage nor mental illness has anything to do with them—it is not their privacy that is leaked, and it is not their psychology that is affected.

0:01, Wangwen Wenqie logged in on time.

Also on time are spectator players.Including Qianye, Qianye 1, Ying Ye, Mu Susu and other imitators.

He will arrive after 3 pm in the evening, and it seems that there are less than four hours to complete the shelter.

The status bar returned to the real attribute, and the live broadcast page only had boring, indistinguishable news about Musu—he was resurrected on a certain sea-watching cliff, and persecuted and plundered local players.

And about two players named Xu Xiaoning and Jun Moxiao who worked hand in hand with him, worked as a minion, helped the tyrant, and collude with him.
……

"Do you want face?"

Sitting at home, Lord Grim, whose pot came from the sky, approached Musu.

"Hello? Is it the police? There is someone here who sells human organs. He is the editor of EHMO named Jun Moxiao. Yes... okay, please hurry up—"

Lord Grim didn't take it seriously at first, until the ear-piercing siren and red and blue flashes lit up outside the window.

"You fucking...my fucking..."

Lord Grim lost his language organization function.

Before hanging up the communication, Mu Su shouted.

"Be sure to be frank and lenient—"

……

Only 1 minute of maintenance time did not cause trouble to Qianye and others who were sailing.

Except for Tianmo, a careless guy who accidentally lost his balance, fell into the seawater and choked on several mouthfuls of water.

Watching An Li being picked up by his companions, Qianye turned his head and asked Mao Jiu: "How far have we sailed?"

"Six nautical miles or seven nautical miles."

The visibility was slightly better at the moment, and they could barely see Thanksgiving Island, or the first Thanksgiving Island—the two islands overlapped each other because of the distance, and only Broken Mountain stood out prominently above the sea level.

When they approached the reefs, they could already hear the sound of waves beating against the reefs.Looking to the north, the distant black line looms above the sea.

Bang.

Suddenly the raft trembled and hit the rocks.

The other two rafts landed one after another, and Maojiu couldn't wait to land on the reef to observe the area.

It seems that it is not accurate enough to describe it only as a reef.This reef island is above sea level and is vast enough.It's just that every time there is a slightly higher wave, the entire island will be submerged...

The highest point is an oval reef about one meter high about [-] meters northeast.

Obviously, this is not the third island, and it is not suitable for staying and inhabiting.

"Forward or backward."

Yinghua's whispers around him reminded Qianye of the main mission, and he hesitated looking into the distance.

The next island is expected to be 10 nautical miles or more away.There are less than four hours before evening, even if the wind direction is favorable, it will be difficult for them to land on the new island and build a shelter in four hours.

Qianye thought quietly.

Rather than thinking about solutions in the face of difficulties, she prefers to think about the mechanism itself.

The main line means guidance, it will not throw you somewhere without a reason, let you complete tasks without a reason - usually it will throw you by the woods, guide you to raise a bonfire; or throw you into an island , beckoning you to survive.

So when the main task reaches [Continue Exploration], will they arrange an island that is difficult to reach in a short time?

Although it is possible for them to build ships, death tournaments cannot last on a weekly basis.

Compared to this, Qianye prefers to have other methods to approach the distant islands, or the islands there are safe enough, like Thanksgiving Island.

"I'm here to explore!"

Yinghua stood up from the raft at this moment: "Mate Yinghua is ready to follow her Captain Musu!"

"Is there still need to explore here?" Tianmo looked blankly.

"Stay safe, stay in touch, and remember to broadcast live."

Qianye agreed to Yinghua's volunteering, stepped onto the rocks and gave Yinghua the raft.

Others know that Yinghua will set sail alone, and watch Yinghua gradually go away.

"It's time to go back, we are not going well."

Qianye didn't want to see Yinghua reach the other shore smoothly, and the outrageous situation of them disappearing in the long night happened.

Ten minutes before evening, Qianye and the others safely returned to Thanksgiving Island and received good news and bad news.

"The bad news is that Yinghua lost contact. The good news is that she replied that she was fine. The bad news is that she refused to broadcast live."

"……thank you for telling me."

Qianye has no joy or sorrow, and regards Yinghua as the second Musu—it doesn't matter if there is no news, news is a surprise.

As night draws near, hideous silhouettes of unearthly mist emerge from the depths of the sea, encroaching on the sea and the Isle of Gratitude until the player retreats into a bright and warm stone house.

The atmosphere is very different—players who choose to stay on Thanksgiving Island are full of excitement, exchanging new or newly upgraded skills with each other; the atmosphere of the exploration team that has returned in vain is quiet.

"Look and ask, how is everything going?"

They mentioned what they saw and heard on an isolated island.

"Not dead yet."

After Tianmo finished speaking, he found that the stone house suddenly became quiet, and his companions cast their gazes.

"I'm just imitating Musu's tone."

"Don't imitate this kind of stuff."

"So what's the status quo?" The sticky phlegm who stayed at Wanghai Cliff and worked hard all day asked elastically.

He didn't work so hard and feel fulfilled for capitalists.

……

Wang Wen Wen Qie lay on his back in the underground hut he constructed for himself.

Due to time constraints, he could only dig such a large scale, and then make a pair of door panels to cover himself before the fog came.

A windproof oil lamp sheltered him from the darkness.

Sanity value is 87, recovery is not much, but it is barely enough.After a few hours of torture, Wangwen Wenqie barely got used to the frequent auditory hallucinations.

squeak squeak-

Looking at Wen Wenqie, he saw that the door panel was shaking, and the strong wind was howling, and the door panel might be blown away at any time, exposing him again.

His coping method is to do nothing, because no one knows whether the outstretched hand will be distorted by the hallucination into him actively pushing the door open——

Nothing can go wrong as long as you do nothing.

Wangwen Wenqiu even went offline after confirming that the oil lamp was enough to last until dawn.According to Mu Su, if a person is dead, the bird is upside down, and if the ball is dead, the ball is dead!

But nothing happened, not even Musu, who was reincarnated in Wanghaiya, heard any more news.

It was a rare quiet night for the tournament.

(End of this chapter)