pick up a plane

Chapter 7 Offline Hotel
"What, you have to go offline for a rest in 3 hours? Do you still want to make money, and let people stay overnight!"

"Complain! Report! Other games start at 6 hours!"

"Don't think about me playing this game again when you're offline!"

The sudden system prompt made Hao Shuai and his group angry. What kind of sand sculpture game has never been seen to drive players offline within 3 hours.

"Brother Fake, what does it mean that the hotel boarding is offline? Does it cost money again?"

Seeing that the white-headed boy who suggested that the hotel boarding be offline and owed a lot of debt to the system on the first day of the game did not scold him, he felt a little guilty.

"This... I don't know either, but the literal understanding is that it costs money."

"What will happen if you don't board?"

"I don't know either, let's go to the hotel and have a look."

A group of people sighed and turned around and walked towards the hotel. This broken game is no longer played.

"You want to board? Where is the price!"

When Liao Xinxing and Hao Shuai came to the hotel, the NPC here was finally not replaced by Li Fan, but an intelligent NPC created by Allen, who was a drunkard.

"Welcome to the hotel. The hotel provides 3 types of boarding services. The lowest level is 10 gold per day, the intermediate level is 1 gold per day, and the advanced level is 20 gold per day. There is no additional fee for consecutive boarding for no more than 1 days, and the awakening level and The following will require an extra 30 money per day.

Note: If the balance of the long-term boarding fund is insufficient, the hotel provides a certain limit of payment service after staying in the hotel, and the interest on the owed amount is calculated at 10% daily compound interest. "

Hao Shuai and his group looked at the sign pointed at by the alcoholic boss, and were speechless.

This dog's plan is definitely from a loan shark background, there is no doubt about it.

"The cheapest one costs 10 gold a day, so everything in this game costs money!"

The white-headed boy was the first one who couldn't bear it anymore. He had no money to live and had to pay the bills, but the compound interest was 10% today, who dared to owe money.

"Brother fake, lend me 5 money, I don't have enough money."

Hao Shuai looked bitter. He only paid 87 yuan for cutting the rice. After eating 3 bowls of rice, he paid a bowl for the white-headed boy. With the remaining 1 yuan, he couldn't even afford to live in the cheapest boarding house.

"Brother Fake, do you still have a lot of money? You can also lend me 5 money. I am also a little short."

Another player next to him was short of money and asked Liao Xinxing to borrow it.

"Okay, Brother Baitou, do you want to board? I'll lend you."

Liao Xinxing handed out money to Hao Shuai and another player, and then asked the white-headed boy next to him.

"No, I can't stand it anymore. I'll complain when this dog plans to go out. Money will be charged everywhere in the game."

The white-headed boy who owed loan sharks when he entered the game had a look of indignation.

"OK then."

The white-headed boy refused, and Liao Xinxing didn't ask anymore.

Speaking from his heart, he wanted to know what would happen if the offline was not boarded. Now that the white-headed boy took the initiative not to board the offline, that was just right.

"Give me a superior room."

"I have an intermediate class."

"I have a low-level room."

"I'm also a low class."

Liao Xinxing took a high-level room, another poor player took a middle-level room, and the rest of Hao Shuai took a low-level room.

The hotel owner, who seemed to be dozing off after drinking fake wine, raised his head again and withheld money from several people, and the wine bottle knocked on the table.

Bang bang bang!
The coffins were smashed down one by one and fell into the hall. Each coffin was marked with a game ID, corresponding to Liao Xinxing and others.

What?

coffin?

Hao Shuai and Liao Xinxing were dumbfounded. Is this the bed in the hotel room?

"Please lie down within 1 minute and log off."

A system prompt appeared in the minds of everyone except the white-headed boy, reminding them to lie down as soon as possible.

"I'll try it first."

The player who ordered the mid-level coffin hesitated for a while, turned on the video and walked over to the medium-sized coffin with his game ID marked on it.

bang.

The coffin lid was opened to reveal the silk bedding inside.

"Well, it's quite comfortable"

Before the brother could finish his sentence after lying down, the lid of the coffin was closed, and then the floor sank and the coffin sank, and he was buried on the spot!

"This game is absolutely poisonous. I guess the planner is too lazy to conceive the hotel room style, and just get a coffin."

Liao Xinxing complained, walked to the coffin that was the largest of his own, opened the coffin lid, touched the dragon pattern carving on it, and then lay down in it.

"I am buried today."

"Next time I will order the emperor's coffin too."

The rest of Hao Shuai looked at his naked black wooden coffin, complained and lay down one after another.

Soon, all the coffins sank, leaving the white-headed boy alone.

"Sleep in a coffin, and ghosts will go."

Looking at the flat floor again, the white-headed boy felt a little uneasy, he opened his personal interface with a mutter and chose to exit the game and go offline.

beep.

There was a flash of darkness in his sight, and Li Fan also left the game.

"Alan, why is there still a game time limit?"

After leaving the game, Li Fan asked about Alan's situation. He didn't set this rule.

"Physical reasons, this group of players cannot bear the long-term detachment of thinking and consciousness."

A light screen was projected into Li Fan's optic nerve, and rows of data were displayed on it.

"Master of the Plane, our thinking consciousness traveling to the eternal plane is different from virtual games. Virtual online game players are bridged through nerve waves, and their thinking consciousness is still in the body. Our thinking consciousness here is extradited to the eternal plane.

Consciousness and body are inseparable. According to actual observations, their bodies will start to become disordered if their thinking and consciousness are separated for more than 3 hours a day, and irreversible damage will be caused if they are separated for more than 4 hours. "

"Is there any solution, such as changing the time difference between the two sides?"

Li Fan frowned, waiting for 3 hours to wait for the game area to grow, it might take more than this time for the players to rush on their way.

"Changing the flow of time in the eternal plane requires higher source power than creating mythical creatures. I am currently communicating with the world consciousness here, trying to see if the world here can solve this problem."

"And use the source power to bribe the world consciousness here, will this cause too much loss of the origin of the eternal plane?"

Li Fan thought of a question. As the future master of the plane, he already regards the eternal plane as his own. Isn't it a bit of a loss to bribe the world consciousness here with the source power?

State-owned assets cannot be lost, nor can world assets be lost.

"Our Eternal Plane is higher than here, so the source power doesn't have much influence."

Allen signaled Li Fan to rest assured that as an extraordinary world, the Eternal Plane is a few levels higher than the Earth, a world that has declined and has not yet recovered. Just a little bit of it will be enough to support the Earth.

There are many sources of power in the eternal plane, but the few sources are those that can be controlled by Li Fan.

"That line, how much source power did we spend? Increase the price by 50% and convert it into money to get it back from the players."

Li Fan nodded and decided: "This is called game card!"

"As you wish, the lord of the plane."

(End of this chapter)