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Chapter 278 Killing a Skeleton Immortal (Thirty)
The man with long ponytail answered evasively and put the blame on a certain skeleton fairy and the people of this world.

"She" said that she was forced to do so because a certain skeleton fairy wanted human skin and bones, and the people in the sanatorium wanted to make money.

Xia Qimiao didn’t believe the first half of the sentence, but the second half was possible.

Dean Zhou founded this sanatorium in order to make money, and he doesn't believe in the immortal at all.

He can first squeeze out the value of the people he recruits and take away the valuables from them; then he can brainwash these people and get them to bring in their close relatives; when he can no longer squeeze any money out of them, they will be sacrificed.

They use the guise of a certain skeleton immortal, using the gimmicks of "resurrection from the dead" and "granting a hundred wishes" to attract people, and use the special geographical location to evade supervision and sanctions.

To summarize Long Ponytail's words, "she" was just the unlucky person who got dragged into this, and all the bad things were done by a certain skeleton fairy and Dean Zhou.

"She" was in tears, as if she had suffered a lot and was forced to do so.

As "she" was speaking, she looked at the blind man with tearful eyes and a loving look.

The girl with thin eyebrows felt extremely embarrassed when she gave the blind man a wink. She shuddered and pulled Uncle Wang away.

"Don't be fooled by her lies," the thin-browed girl jumped up first when she saw the blind man's expression was slightly moved, "Have you forgotten that she just wanted to kill us!"

"No one is perfect," Xia Qimiao said in a fake tone. Before Chang Mawei could be happy, he added, "One last question. How do you want to die?"

In fact, she originally had a question about the peculiarities of the player's bone skin, but after the battle just now, she had a flash of inspiration and had a rough guess, so she didn't need this long ponytail who was talking nonsense.

"What do you mean? Are you kidding me? Are all your promises just now a joke?"

"I didn't promise you anything."

Xia Qimiao had never promised or acknowledged "her" a single word. She saw that although Chang Ponytail was angry, she was not panicked and seemed to be fearless of death.

"Do you think you won't die here?"

"Why are you so sure? Because as long as a certain skeleton fairy is alive, you won't die, right?" She observed and measured the answer, "Don't worry, it will go down soon."

"One, two, three," she counted the materials of the three team leaders on the ground and patted the Devouring Rose. The other party dragged out two more from the ground, which belonged to Dean Zhou and the butcher, "four, five."

Finally, Xia Qimiao raised his hand, pointed his staff at his long ponytail, and the voice fell to the ground -

"six."

"Watch out for 'her' tummy."

The Devouring Rose received the order, picked up the knife that had fallen to the side during the fight, cut open "her" stomach, took out a bloody piece of flesh and blood, and threw it aside.

Long Ponytail used to cut other people's skin with a knife, but this time it was "her" herself who was skinned and shaved, the pain was unbearable.

In a trance, "she" began to hallucinate, thinking about her real life, where she had accomplished nothing, was in debt, and had to hide from debt collectors every day.

He thought the game would bring him a new life, but he was still beaten by other players in the game.

Why can others live a good life, but he can't? It's all because the world didn't let him have a good birth, it's all because his parents didn't want to help him pay back the debt, it's all because he doesn't have a good talent. What good can a magic spell do?

Xia Qimiao rubbed his ears as he listened to words like "It's the world that's wrong, not him."

The girl with long ponytail has the talent of illusion, which reminds her of tenant No. 21, who also has the ability and passed it on to the doctor so that he can brainwash the zombies and gain their faith.

This should be the way "she" does it.

"Uncle Wang, what should we do next?" Although the girl with thin eyebrows was tongue-tied, she was generally calm. At least she didn't fall to the ground due to weak legs.

"Can you act?"

"I, I performed in skits in school. Does that count?"

"Come on, I'm counting on you." The girl with thin eyebrows was patted on the shoulders twice and she felt like a heavy burden was lifted up. She really wanted to say, "Uncle Wang, stop joking. You can't even see the road and you're counting on me", but she didn't say it out of respect for her elders.

As she listened to Uncle Wang's subsequent arrangements, her eyebrows became even more twisted.

"What's that smell in this place? Why is it so bad?" The big-bellied man walked into the auditorium and pinched his nose exaggeratedly.

"I guess it's been in disrepair for a long time." The square-faced man responded, and he took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the big-bellied man.

The young man following behind him had a stern face and walked very straight. He only relaxed a little after the square-faced man gave him a elbow.

They chose to sit in the front row. When the young man saw the person on the stage clearly, his eyes widened instantly. He subconsciously looked at the square-faced man and found that the other man was also surprised for a moment.

It seems that the captain has not received the notice either.

The square-faced man reminded her casually, "Xiao Xu, didn't you say you wanted to go to the bathroom? Why aren't you going now?"

"Oh, I thought I'd put my bag here first." The young man immediately responded.

"Go ahead, I'll watch over here."

Not long after, he came back and gestured to the square-faced man.

Xia Qimiao noticed what was happening below. After all, she was sitting in the first row of the audience, so close that she could naturally see all their actions.

Although she couldn't understand the gestures between them, she could tell from their expressions that they were wary of her.

As long as it doesn't affect the subsequent performances, everything is fine.

"Welcome everyone to the nursing home. Due to some minor changes, the play has been delayed, so now I, Wang, will give the speech first."

All the actors were lying on the ground, so they couldn't perform anymore, so she had to take over.

I don’t know how much rescue fee and overtime pay a certain Skeleton Immortal can let her get in the end. If it’s not enough, can she ask the Divine Baixian to make up for part of it?

"I heard people were curious about me, 'Why is a blind man standing here?' To be honest, three days ago, I didn't expect to be here."

"You might as well listen to my story first. I have been dependent on my grandfather since I was a child. He is the only one who does not despise me for being blind."

As he spoke, Xia Qimiao took off his sunglasses, closed his left eye, and opened his empty right eye, causing people in the auditorium to gasp one after another.

"I don't blame my parents. After all, no one wants a monster like me," she put on her sunglasses again. "It's just that sometimes I wonder, why do I have to suffer all this?"

"Imagine for a moment, have you ever encountered such a hurdle in your life? Even if you try your best, you still can't get over it. You are powerless and can only watch the things you love most, are closest to you, and cherish most leave you."

"Have you ever encountered something that made you extremely regretful, sad, or painful?"

Some people sobbed quietly, not because these people were too emotional, but because the golden retriever was exerting force.

想起有张画马的图，前1/3厚涂，中1/3速写，后1/3极简线条。

Brain: This is going to be a big scene!

Hand: One word at a time, 100 times per hour.

Brain: Being able to write it down is a victory!
Hand: two words, two words, two words, at a speed of 200 per hour.

Brain: Don’t want me!
Hands: Da-da-da-da-da-da-da.

I'll finish this copy before going to bed tonight.

Second Editor: I may not be able to finish writing at 5000 o'clock. I feel like I need to write words to finish the next chapter. Why do I like to cram it to the end? (punch myself)