A full-level scholar is conferred a god in a survival game

Chapter 9 Oil Painting Mystery
I saw that Chen Zhong's expression gradually calmed down, and his eyes became clear from the enthusiasm and desire at the beginning. He looked around in a daze, and saw Zhao Yi and Zheng Qiang holding his arms again, feeling a little puzzled.

"What are you doing?" Chen Zhong asked.

"Old Chen, do you have the nerve to say, do you know what you have done?" Zhao Yi said anxiously, "You just ate half of the steak like crazy! Old Chen, is this food edible? How do you "

Zhao Yi couldn't continue after talking halfway.Chen Zhong also saw the remaining half piece of meat that fell on the table, and looked at it in a daze.

"I don't want to eat it!" Chen Zhong hurriedly explained, "I have been telling myself not to eat it. Just now when I looked at this piece of meat, I suddenly felt that it smelled very delicious and its color was charming. There was a voice in my heart that kept telling me to eat it. Eat it, but the string has been stretched, I... I really don't want to eat it."

Chen Zhong seemed a little helpless, his eyes swept over the people present, his heart was already occupied by fear, who knows what would happen if he ate the ghost thing here!

"What's the use of saying this, don't you still eat it!" Xue Jinhao interrupted Chen Zhong impatiently, "Will this old man hurt us if he eats this meat?"

Xue Jinhao shifted his gaze to Cheng Yang.

Cheng Yang pointed at himself and blinked: "You're asking me? How do I know that? You think highly of me, don't you?"

"Didn't you talk eloquently just now?" Xue Jinhao stared at Cheng Yang and asked.

"I'm just guessing. I'm not the master of the game. Uncle, you are so good, why don't you analyze it yourself?" Cheng Yang tilted his head and looked at Xue Jinhao with a smile.

"You!" Xue Jinhao stood up, making a gesture to shake his hand at Cheng Yang. "What are you doing!" Seeing this, Qiao Yan also stood up and shouted at Xue Jinhao angrily.

However, in the next second, a Kabbah Saber touched Xue Jinhao's neck. The blade was pressed against Xue Jinhao's skin. The chill from the blade began from every inch of his pores and penetrated into his whole body. Xue Jinhao only felt that the hairs all over his body were about to explode. up.

"Don't move." Cheng Yang looked at Xue Jinhao with a smile.

In fact, it wasn't just Xue Jinhao, everyone here gasped, because Cheng Yang's speed was outrageous, no one saw where she took out the knife, and how she put it on Xue Jinhao's neck.

"Your fist is faster than my knife." Cheng Yang smiled harmlessly.

Xue Jinhao's legs went limp, and he slumped on the chair.

"Everyone," Li Guanqiu pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said timidly, "Everyone, calm down. In fact, everyone is so scared, so everyone is like this. Let's all understand each other."

"Huh, it's really boring." Cheng Yang removed the knife from Xue Jinhao's neck, took out a piece of paper, and wiped the blade carefully, "It's just a joke, I didn't expect you to be so careless, uncle."

As soon as Cheng Yang finished speaking, the door of the restaurant was pulled open from the outside. The host changed into navy blue home clothes and said to everyone with a smile: "Dear guests, I have been waiting for a long time. Next, I will take you to the guest room. Let's see."

"I can't wait, my honorable host." Cheng Yang put away the knife at some point, and put on a humble expression, "Then, please take us there quickly."

The apartment is divided into three floors, and the host led everyone up to the second floor.

The entrance is a long corridor, and there are rooms on both sides of the corridor, about a dozen of them.

"This is the guest room for the guests." The host said with a smile, "I have cleaned every room, and the guests can choose their own room."

The host paused for a moment, then seemed to think of something again, and said, "Oh, by the way, there is one more thing to remind everyone, my daughter and I live on the first floor, you can come to me on the first floor if you have any needs, as for It's on the third floor."

The corner of the male host's mouth turned up: "That's the place where the sundries are placed. Guests should not go there, lest they mess up the sundries or see something bad."

"Okay." Cheng Yang took a step forward and said obediently, "Don't worry, we won't go."

"My dear owner." Cheng Yang changed the subject, staring at the oil painting on the snow-white wall for a long time before turning to look at the host, "Your oil painting is so strange."

There are oil paintings on the walls between every two rooms. The first oil painting depicts many people. It seems to be a small village. A man dressed like a wizard stands on a big round platform. Beside him, an unkempt man with his hands and feet tied was curled up on the ground. There were many people standing under the round platform, as if some mysterious ceremony was being held.

On the second oil painting, a group of people seemed to be losing their minds and wantonly attacked every part of the village and town, but only one place survived. The man dressed like a wizard was leaning against the one that was not attacked. The door of a small house, smiling as the rest of the buildings were destroyed.

The third oil painting is a small room with a long mahogany table in the center of the room, and a large water tank in the corner of the room, and behind the water tank, the unkempt man is curled up there.

There are a total of three oil paintings, all of which are dominated by cool tones. Even the fire altars around the round table in the first oil painting do not show any signs of flames burning inside.

"It's just an oil painting, so it's strange." The host lowered his head and smiled slightly.

"It's so beautiful." Cheng Yang looked at the host, with admiration in his eyes.

Everyone: "." I'm really sorry, until now, they haven't been able to adapt to Cheng Yang's ability to tell nonsense with his glasses open.

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After the male host settled the crowd, he went downstairs, and the crowd also entered the house separately, and the sky had already darkened.

They chose the house by themselves. Cheng Yang and Qiao Yan lived in the same room, Li Guanqiu and Qin Ruyi lived together, and the rest of them had their own room.

As soon as Cheng Yang entered the guest room, he threw the backpack on the bed, then opened the backpack, took out a bag of bread from it, and handed it to Qiao Yan: "Do you want to eat?"

Qiao Yan shook his head, sat next to Cheng Yang, and couldn't help asking, "Yang Yang, tell me, will something happen to Uncle Chen Zhong?"

Cheng Yang paused the hand holding the bread, and then said helplessly, "I really don't know."

"Maybe it'll be fine? Maybe Uncle Chen Zhong is just too hungry, or the meat is so tempting, it's not a big deal for people to be greedy." Qiao Yan analyzed on his own.

"Yanyan," Cheng Yang swallowed a mouthful of bread, and interrupted Qiao Yan's intoxicated analysis, "npcs don't have any needs for food and water."

(End of this chapter)