I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 382 The Ghost Blows the Lamp

Paradise lost, video store, mourning hall.

This used to be the place where the battle was fiercest. In order to compete for this store, the two sides exhausted all means.

Even Sabbath was killed here.

After the ceasefire between the two sides, it was simply changed into a mourning hall for the Sabbath funeral.

After the six-year war, there are not many living people in Paradise Lost.

The rest of the people wished that one could be used as two, and they were extremely busy.

Therefore, there are not many living people in the mourning hall on the Sabbath day.

In the most conspicuous place of the mourning hall, there is a thin wooden coffin, which is still lying in it on the Sabbath day.

Several figures appeared at the door of the video store, the leader was holding an oil lamp in his hand.

Sunday snorted coldly, and said in a heavy nasal voice,

During those six years, many Ludens took this path.

When the ability users of the rebel army appeared on the battlefield, Sunday speculated that the master might also be an ability user, was injured, or had other reasons.

The head of the garden ordered that a scar be cut on the necks of all the corpses.

We have been preparing for a long time, and the plan is going well.

The explorer looked around with amazement, and said with emotion, "This is the first time I've come to this kind of place, it's really a wonderful adventure."

The master is dead, and of course no one pays the Sunday wages.

It is impossible for the master to become like this for no reason.

I ignored him, continued to open the helmet, and guess what, swipe-"

Sunday went ahead and babbled,

The light just now was blown out by Sunday himself.

People have limits.

Sunday took out the key and prepared to open the coffin.

Sunday doesn't look that way.

He has more important pursuits.

Everyone shivered and looked at Sunday in unison.

"You have mortgaged your memory here, and you have no money to redeem it!"

"Originally, this matter was considered a secret, but Paradise Lost has become such a virtue, I guess no one cares."

At least, he survived the devastation, for now.

What's more, the failure on Sunday was not like a crushing defeat after a big gamble, but more like a deliberate failure.

When he first entered the park, he ranked No.11 on the Lost Paradise Fortune List on Sunday.

The explorer asked, "I thought the master was dead."

Behind the two of them was another Luden, who looked the same as six years ago. He didn't have a code name, and he was also called a newcomer.

All eyes were on Sunday, curious about the answer to this question.

When newcomers enter the Lost Paradise, it is the magician who guides them.

"Master, that guy is wrong!
Of course, this feeling can be said to be intuition. When I first saw him, I felt something was wrong.Seriously, Luden, who would sit in a wheelchair, wear a helmet, and fish every day, right? "

On Sunday, I raised my hand and pressed the switch, and directly turned on the lights in the video store. The entire mourning hall was lit up with colorful lights, accompanied by the BGM of "Today is a good day".

Although everyone is Luden, but they have different code names and have fought for another six years, everyone has changed a lot.

It was also what happened that night that completely changed Sunday's world view. He no longer pursued wealth, status, and everything in the material world was like floating clouds to him.

Working on Sundays is to pay off debts.

Who would have thought that this guy had witnessed the birth of an angel and didn't know what code name he should take.

"It's night now. According to the contract, it's considered off-duty time. I want to get overtime pay!"

However, because there is no code name, this guy is actually not a part of the lost paradise. He was not affected by the war and survived intact.

Of course, it is also beneficial for him to work here.

Sunday brought three people to the coffin.

In his eyes, the master's behavior is not like raising Gu, but more like finding a substitute for a dead ghost.

Of course, Sunday did not give up searching for the truth. He kept thinking about why the master became like this.

The Magic answered that question for Sunday.

The answers were released to the trio for free on Sunday.

The explorer and magician, at the order of the gardener, came to give him a scar.

Sunday said angrily,

The guy on the [-]st was so timid, his helmet just got up a little, and when he saw a scar, he turned around and ran away in fright.

In order not to disturb the master, we took the helmet very slowly.

The magician yelled,
"It's okay, why are you blowing the lamp?"

This hesitation lasted for six years, and Paradise Lost was about to perish.

Sunday with the oil lamp said angrily,

On Sunday, it is estimated that the kid on the [-]st has been put down.

Of course, he wasn't injured.

The explorer holding trekking poles and carrying a huge backpack has also replaced his legs with machines.

If explorers want to experience more adventures and survive the dangerous battlefield, they must break through the limit.

"Why are you looking at me? Why don't you come here to do business?"

"He's in debt."

That day, the night was dark and windy, just like this night, it was pitch black, the master was asleep, number one was pushing the wheelchair, and I took the tools, so I went up in the dark.

"I told you to hurry up and keep up."

Many people think that the master created Paradise Lost to lead Lu Deng on the path of alienation, just like raising Gu, to cultivate his own successors.

All Ludens understood one thing.

This is all the members of the mourning hall's four-member team.

Only on Sunday will the previous story be told, revealing some of the master's secrets.

Looking back at the three of them on Sunday, he said impatiently,

No. [-] and I are very curious about what is under the helmet. The master is also a human being. He must go to sleep. We want to take this opportunity to take off the helmet for him.

To this day, he has no answer.

"Trust me, man, it's definitely not your first time here."

"Isn't this creating an atmosphere!"

"That's right, I have to clock in and go to and from get off work every day, nine in the morning and five in the morning, two days off a week."

Sunday never told anyone what he saw that night.

Sunday’s for magicians, explorers, newcomers.

Sunday yawned and said to himself,

So start Sunday away from the Master, as far away as possible.

As long as you become a waste, no one can use yourself.

The newcomer asked curiously, "Is this place still in operation?"

"If you just like fishing, it's easy. Luden is a bit eccentric, which is normal, but what happened later is weird.

"That's all for the free content. As for what is under the helmet, if you are interested, you can find the master yourself."

"Ghost blowing the lamp!"

"Speaking of which, Mr. Sunday, it seems that you came here very early. Why did you come down to this point?"

The earlier you enter the park, the more information you have, and the greater the probability of winning in similar competitions.

You know, Sunday is the third member of Paradise Lost, only later than Master and Number One.

Behind Sunday, several people with different appearances followed.

Even masters are pursuing the truth.

A cold wind blew by, and the oil lamp in Sunday's hand suddenly went out!

The Sabbath is also a dead body.

On Sunday, I began to think about how to awaken my ability, and whether this ability is a blessing or a curse.

Half of the magician's body was mechanized. On the battlefield, a 155 grenade passed by, and it was a miracle that he could save his life.

The newcomer was puzzled.

The first time, it didn't work out.

The key is inserted backwards.

Pulling out the key on Sunday, and trying again, muttered,

"How could it be reversed?!"

(End of this chapter)