Gamers Are Fierce

　　 "Among these people, I seem to have the lowest level..."

　　 Li Ang secretly said in his heart: "If players really can't hurt each other in a cooperative mission, it's a good thing to meet seniors, at least you can get a lot of information."

　　 Xing Heshou saw that everyone had opened up the player's personal information. He felt relieved and said with a smile: "Very well, the trust of team members is a good start to complete the task.

　　 Let me introduce you first. I have performed four regular missions and two script missions. I am good at close combat and emergency medical treatment. Just call me Lao Xing. "

　　 With this leading role model, Wanli Fengdao introduced himself: "I use a long sword, know a little about martial arts, and I am good at assassination. You can call me Brother Xiaodao."

　　 Brother Xiaodao...Li Ang glanced at Wanli Fengdao's greasy middle-aged face with a wretched beard, and said nothing.

　　 seems to have noticed Li Ang's strange gaze, Wanli Fengdao's mouth twitched, staring and saying, "What do you look at, what's wrong with my brother? I am also a post-90s."

What?

　　 Xing Heshou couldn't help but glanced at Wanli Fengdao. The monk's eyes widened in disbelief, and even the cold-faced woman who didn't say a word cast his eyes.

　　 "I'm really a post-90s!" Wanli Fengdao was anxious and angry, and said, "It's just that I look a little bit older."

Is 　　 one point? This has been overloaded for at least 20 years, right? Say you are believed to be at the age of forty-two or three.

　　 Not to mention the urgent-looking Wanli Sealing Knife, the little monk folded his palms together and said: "Poor monk with wisdom, a little bit of strength."

　　 Braised pancake? I still make buns.

　　 Wanli Fengdao vomited in his heart, looking at Huizhen with a soft face and red lips and white teeth, he palpitated, coughed and said, "Dare you really a monk?"

　　 "Replacement like fake." Huizhen smiled. With the right smile and the slightly raised corners of his eyes, Wanli Fengdao only felt a cold current passing behind him, and he subconsciously turned his face to look away.

　　 This monk is poisonous.

　　 The cold-faced woman in night clothes said: "Liu Wuzao, use a bow."

　　 The voice is very nice, the tone is very stable, simple and crisp, indifferent and ruthless.

　　 Li Ang’s turn, he pushed the face-changing mask he was wearing on his face, and said,

"Hello everyone, I am a personal mercenary Monkey King who has practiced for two and a half years. I like singing, jumping, and rap. Speaking of Monkey King, the filming of the African warlord melee movie is about to start in the second half of this year. I will continue to play the Monkey King Monkey King. , Using the artistic image of Monkey King to create a positive energy image, both style and style, to promote Chinese culture..."

　　 Li Ang speaks eloquently, as soon as he speaks endlessly, Xing Heshou hurriedly stopped, and said awkwardly: "Uh...Brother Li, you don't need to say so much, just introduce your own specialties."

　　Although everyone will not share all their true information, but the first to see you who is as open and bragging as you.

　　 God is the Monkey King.

　　 "That's it." Li Ang just typed a lot of self-introduction drafts. Now he is very disappointed that he can't use it. He said, "My little finger is very long."

　　 After talking, Li Ang stretched out his palm, clenched his fist with four fingers, showing his little finger.

　　 Xing He's eyes twitched, "Not this."

　　 "The fourth toe of my left foot is very long." Li Ang was about to take off his boots to prove himself.

　　 Are you kidding me to play with?

　　 Xing Hechou took a deep breath and stopped Li Ang from taking off his boots, feeling that his brain blood pressure index was soaring, "It's not this."

　　 "Oh, my beep — very long."

　　 "Please don't be a hooligan, thank you, and why do you want to match yourself with silencer sound effects?"

　　 If it were not for the Special Affairs Bureau to ask the field staff to recruit as much as possible to attract non-governmental players, Xing Hechou might have used force to subdue the "companion" of the suspected mental patient.

　　 Li Ang pretends to be crazy and stupid not only because of his own bad taste,

　　 also because he suspects that Xing Hechou, a senior player who acts like a soldier and can produce professional-level unmanned reconnaissance records in minutes, has an official background. He deliberately uses gags to analyze Xing Hechou's behavior and collect intelligence.

　　 "Huh..." Li Ang frowned and thought for a moment, "I can activate spiritual consciousness and identify spiritual bodies. This is a specialty."

　　 "Oh?" Xing Heshou's eyes lit up, and he cherished the special ability of turning on psionic vision, whether in the real world or in script tasks.

　　 "Calculate," Xing He said with a sad smile: "If we have this ability, we can anticipate supernatural factors in advance and avoid danger to a great extent."

　　As a professional soldier and a field service of the Special Affairs Bureau, Xing Hechou was originally responsible for recruiting the civilian players he met in the cooperative mission. Originally, he thought that Li Ang was just a cute new player in Lv3 with little help. From this point of view, he had to change his strategy...

　　 [The main quest has been updated, go to the Guhan Temple within ten minutes]

　　 The system prompt sounded in everyone's ears, and Xing He's expression changed slightly: "10 minutes? Everyone, I don't know who of you is better at investigation?"

　　 "I." Wanli Fengdao walked to a big tree on the side of the road without rushing, looked up at the treetop, took a breath, and the flip flops lightly stepped on the loess road.

　　 The whole person jumped into the air, and his ten fingers were like sharp climbing ice axes, digging deep into the tree trunk.

　　 I saw the sawdust splashing, and the Wanli Sealing Knife looked like a healthy ape, used both hands and feet, and climbed up the treetop in three or two. After looking around, he quickly slid down the trunk, patted the mud in his hands, and said calmly,

　　 "Go west along this road for about 700 meters. There is a ruined temple at the foot of the mountain, which should be the mission location. There is smoke rising from behind the low mountain to the east. There may be an ancient village or something."

　　 "Village?"

　　 Xing Heshou nodded, and took out a small black suitcase the size of a briefcase from the backpack bar.

　　He put the suitcase on the ground and turned the code lock to open it. Inside, there was a silver-gray drone, a large-capacity battery, a spare propeller, a flat-panel remote control with a display and other accessories.

　　 Xing Hechou took out the silver-gray drone and placed it on the ground to calibrate the balance. He picked up the tablet-shaped remote control and manipulated the drone to take off until it escaped into the cloud, invisible to the naked eye.

　　 When controlling the drone, the player with the highest level did not avoid others from peeping into the remote control screen, and generously shared the screen images with everyone.

　　 The condescending overlooking screen is an ancient village located on a vast plain. The low-rise mud-brick buildings with blue bricks and blue tiles are filled with smoke, and the whole village is divided into two by a ribbon-like stream running through it.

　　 With the village as the center, the paddy fields spread out, and the ten thousand hectares of fertile fields have a panoramic view, reflecting the golden light in the sunset.

An old man in a sackcloth, a scalper walking along the path of the rice paddies, a child running around in old linen clothes with a snot, a Qianshou farmer who wears a linen shirt and single pants, and wears straw sandals and a hoe. ....

　　All the elements are intertwined together to create a picture of the ancient Chinese countryside.

　　 To the north, you can vaguely see a large ancient city.

　　 The drone flew back slowly, and went west along the path to the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of 　　 there is an open and flat open space with a dilapidated temple in the middle. The large open spaces on both sides and behind the temple are overgrown with weeds, but traces of past cultivation can be vaguely seen.

The temple occupies a small area. The colorful paint on the red wall tiles outside the temple is mottled and dropped, and the green vines climb up along the roots of the wall and spread wantonly.

　　 The cyan tiles on the roof were in dilapidated condition and covered with dead leaves.

The pavement in front of the temple is paved with square cyan flagstones, and two rows of stone lampposts are placed on both sides of the flagstone road, but they have been left unattended for a long time, and the lamps are covered with dust.

　　 On the vermilion lacquer door screen, the wooden plaque reads the three characters "Guhan Temple".

　　 The drone flew at low altitude, hovering over the Guhan Temple, overlooking from a high altitude.

There is a white copper pagoda in the center of the courtyard of the Guhan Temple. The left and right are the bell tower and the drum tower. The front is the Tianwang Hall. The back is the Daxiong Hall and the Buddhist scripture building. The Sengfang Zhaitang is located on the left and right sides of the middle road. Study rooms, warehouses and warehouses with Changshengku signs.

Small but complete.

Limited by the scope of the investigation, Xing He sorrowed and controlled the drone to fly back and put it back in the suitcase. At this time, Wanli sealed the knife and then hesitated and said hesitatingly: "Well, old Xing, don't you have a drone? Why did you let me climb the tree to observe the surroundings just now?"

　　 Xing He's sorrow is not that he doesn't trust Wanli Fengdao. He used the drone to confirm the surrounding terrain and topography, and to determine the specific age.

The brawny man with a Chinese character face smiled: "It's not that I don't want to use drones. The background of the script task is good in modern times. If the background is in ancient times or in a different world, it is very likely that there will be monsters, ghosts and monsters in the classic ghost story Monk.

　　 The rash use of drones is likely to attract the attention of these supernatural forces in advance, and even make the plot mission develop in an unexpected direction. "

　　As a staff member of the Special Affairs Bureau, Xing Hechou has seen many data files left by other players in their missions.

When a new player with no brains is performing a teamwork task with a background in the Tang Dynasty, he puts a notebook containing the e-books "Tong Jian", "China Cambridge History of Sui and Tang Five Dynasties", "World History of Industrial and Agricultural Technology" The computer was dedicated to Tang Gaozong and Li Zhi.

　　 As a result, the plot began to run wild. The player was not only treated as a demon and executed tragically, but also brought out the extraordinary monks hidden in the Tang Empire, driving thousands of flying swords, and chasing down the player's teammates all the way.

　　At present, the extraordinary power of the Republic in the real world is not enough to interact with the "script world" used as the background board in the script mission. Even this interaction itself is considered by think tanks to be potentially dangerous.

　　 After all, no one wants to see a Tang empire running into the era of big industry, sending thousands of steampunk-style mechanical flow sword cultivators to contact the real world republic...

　　 Therefore, the field staff of the Special Affairs Bureau still have to protect themselves as their primary task, and exploring interaction is only ranked second.

　　During the story missions based on ancient times, ghosts, ghosts, monsters, and monsters may appear at any time. Use modern technology with caution, and reduce the frequency as much as possible even if you use it.

　　 No one dared to test the 10-minute time limit given by the system. Xing Hechou quickly stowed the drone and took the lead to walk in the forefront. A group of people walked west along the path, and soon came to the Guhan Temple at the foot of the mountain.

　　Although the drone has already surveyed it, when everyone walked closer, they could more clearly realize the dilapidation and desolation of this temple, deserted and deep.

　　 "This ghost place is enough to be used as the filming set of "A Chinese Ghost Story"."

　　Wanli Fengdao stood on the stone road, stroked the dust in the stone lamppost with his palm, sneered, "Which one of you first?"

Xing Hechou glanced at the few people left. The Bingshan beauty named Liu Wuxiao has never said a word since just now. The little monk Hui Hui looks timid and looks timid, young wearing a monkey king mask. The level of people is too low, and how unreliable it is.

Ah....

　　 Xing Heshou glanced at Li Ang, "Can you see that there is a problem?"

　　 Li Ang opened the cat's eye, swept it twice with spiritual sense, and shook his head, "No problem was found, but I am not sure that there is no danger."

　　 Xing Heshou nodded,

　　 Everyone watched Lao Xing step on the cyan slate and walked to the steps in front of the temple step by step, but listened to Li Ang said: "Wait a minute!"

Li Ang said quickly and urgently, his voice was low and serious, and he was shocked that Wanli Fengdao drew his long sword, Liu Wuzao drew out the compound longbow, Xing He sorrowed the rabbit and jumped back to his teammate, holding the halberd tightly, and blocking Huizheng before him.

　　 A group of people stood back to back holding their weapons, observing the surrounding movement, for fear of where the enemy might jump out.

　　They can still remember that Li Ang possesses spiritual consciousness and is the team's first line of defense against supernatural phenomena.

　　 "Don't be nervous, big guy." Li Ang, who was surrounded by the center, scratched his head, "I just saw Lao Xing's shoelaces fall off, just remind me."

　　 Can you keep your voice down? !

　　 The people who had a false alarm quietly put away their weapons, and did not have the thought of slowly investigating them, and walked directly behind Lao Xing to the gate of the temple.

In fact, Li Ang clearly saw that as Xing Hechou approached, a slender pale arm without any blood color slowly stretched out from the plaque of "Guhan Temple", and it fell naturally, as if he was about to grab Xing Hechou's hair. Mention it, and no one else has any reaction to it.

　　 After Li Ang gave a voice reminder ~www.ltnovel.com~, the arm shrank back into the plaque, and disappeared-even if Li Ang used his eyes to open the spiritual sense, there was no trace of the spiritual body.

　　 The group of people walked under the plaque. Just as Xing Hechou was about to open the vermilion gate and enter the temple, a very sad and complaining woman cried from inside the temple.

　　 The woman's cry was sharp and clear, as if she was in her ears, as if she was wronged by the flying snow in June, and she was miserable and sad, and she made her scalp numb and she was shivering.

The branches and leaves of the trees in the forest moved quickly, and the evil wind blew away all the fallen leaves on the bluestone slab outside the temple. The already rusted door shaft made a sour "squeak" rubbing sound, and no one touched the vermilion lacquered door. Turn on slowly.

　　 The door was wide open, but the five people under the plaque of Guhan Temple did not move.

　　 Only because the building in the temple has not been repaired for a long time, it is withered and dilapidated, and it is dead and silent, and the needles can be heard. There is not the slightest popularity in the temple, let alone the source of the screaming cry just now.

　　 In the Asian supernatural system, a ghost without a physical form is always more scary than a physical zombie.

　　 zombies again, that is, a round of gunfire washing the ground,

　　 But like the savage ghosts like cursing coconut, midnight evil bell Zhenzi, Hong Aunt, the old corpse of the mountain village, Chu Renmei,

　　 creates illusions at every turn, teleports through walls, distorts and tampers with time and space, and attacks various strange methods, which are extremely difficult to prevent, let alone eliminate them.

　　 "Should I use the drone to find it again?" Monk Hui Jin said softly.

　　 "The 10-minute time limit is coming soon, but the system said, "Go to the Guhan Temple."

　　 Li Ang shook his head, gave a weird laugh, and opened the door to enter. The others did not put away their weapons, but followed behind him.

　　 [The main quest has been updated. Survive in the Guhan Temple for seven days, during which time you must not leave the Guhan Temple for more than 500 meters]