Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Twenty Seven

Zheng Qingyue did not adulterate her essay when she posted the essay on the player forum. She is indeed an ordinary academic bully who is an ordinary college — a college located in the capital of a poor province. Although it ranks low, it gathers the whole province. There is no need to say the number of talents and academic masters, so Zheng Qingyue is not a big figure in the school.

But if you want to look at the group of 20-30 year olds across the country, then she must be considered a genius out of a million...

In short, Zheng Qingyue, who had no problems with IQ and mobility, led the four players to run several basements, and successfully found the second task item in the well-kept cellar of a wooden house: "Letter X1."

"Dear Anna:"

"On the one hundred and fifty-first day when I came to Tarantan, Yarlin was successfully elected the mayor, and our best friend gave me the opportunity to serve as a sheriff."

"I can't wait to share my joy, my love, with you. Unfortunately, the caravan only comes once a year. I look forward to the coming of winter every day and I want to see through."

"We successfully cultivated the wasteland in the south, planted wheat, potatoes and radishes, and it is growing very well."

"General Charlotte's long wool sheep ranch has also been built. If all goes well, our ranch can be established in two to three years."

"The Goddess of Prosperity protects us, and we firmly believe that the deserted Tarantan will become a rich treasure for us to pass on to future generations. The climate here is pleasant, the rain is abundant, and the land is more abundant than we thought."

"When you and our children come here, you will fall in love with it."

"Love you Morris."

Without increasing entropy, she circulated the parchment letter to her teammates, and she put the letter away after everyone had read it.

After searching for another half hour or so, in a buried cellar, after using wooden boards, sticks and other tools to dig out the gravel and sand filled in by the player, everyone found that it was about one meter deep. Under the mud and sand at the bottom of the cellar, there is a dusty wooden door!

"Found it!" Tang Jia was overjoyed, fumbled with both hands on the dusty wooden door, grabbed something like a door buckle, and lifted it forcefully.

Like Tang Jia, he took the initiative to clean up the landfill and he was obsessed with learning, and immediately made a loud "fuck"...

I don’t know how many years the underground passage has been closed and has not been exposed to the wind. The smell is definitely not very good, but anyway, the players are all skeletons. Only the visual, auditory and touch sensations are relatively normal, the smell and taste are relatively poor, and the pain is equal to nothing, so the problem is not actually big.

The reason for the obsessed learning to scream... is that on the tunnel stairs extending downward, there is a fragmented skeleton with its head up and feet down.

The bones have been completely boned, and the clothes on his body are still intact, recognizable like a brown shirt and black trousers, and there is still a shoe sole that is rotten to the feet.

On the back of the clothing, there are still three very exaggerated claw-like cracks that seem to have been caught by a tiger.

Tang Jia raised the wooden door and stood aside, glanced into the tunnel, and indulged in learning: "What's the name, scare me, if it's a serious corpse, don't we see the skeleton every day."

Addicted to learning: "..."

She didn't like Tang Jia's way of saying, but she couldn't refute it for a while...

The storage cellar less than two square meters in size couldn't get too many people. Tang Jia and Addiction entered the tunnel one after the other, and Zheng Qingyue jumped down with Yang Ying and Brother Lahong.

Zheng Qingyue was not busy digging into the tunnel. After greeting everyone and waiting for her for a while, she squatted down at the tunnel entrance that was diagonally downward and only allowed one person to pass through. The corpse of the mouth.

"Do you doubt if this corpse is Morris?" Brother Lahang didn't rush down, squatting down and staring at her.

Zheng Qingyue shook her head: "No. This corpse should be a woman."

Brother Lahong: "???"

"The female skull can still be distinguished from the male skull. I first watched the vanilla video and found that the player character modeling of this game was all independent modeling. I deliberately read some forensic books." Zheng Qingyue lifted the corpse. The skull, pointing to the temple, said, "Look, this part is smoother than your skull, and there is no obvious bulge."

Brother Lahong: "..."

Zheng Qingyue put the skull back and fumbled in the corpse's pants pocket, which really made her find something...

"Golden ring?" Seeing what Zheng Qingyue took out, Brother Lahong was also a little bit interested.

"It's not gold, it's silver-plated, and the appraisal technique can show the item information. It's a wedding ring." Zheng Qingyue raised the ring and motioned to Brother Rahong to use the appraisal technique.

Brother Lahong had to secretly rejoice that his potential value has reached 41, and he can use the appraisal technique, otherwise he will lose his face...

Under the identification technique, the item information of this ring is displayed as follows:

"A silver-plated wedding ring with the name'Anna' engraved on the inside."

"Anna? Damn it!" Brother Lahong's face changed drastically, "Isn't it the wife of Morris who wrote the letter?!"

"It should be." Zheng Qingyue received the ring in her pocket. "Wedding rings can't be used for gold, so they can only be plated with silver. This shows that the owner of the ring is financially struggling, which is in line with the fact that the husband, Morris, is cruelly leaving his wife and children to follow. The trailblazer team went to a remote land to open up wasteland."

Regardless of Brother Lahong, a man who is still very emotional, he can't be as calm as Zheng Qingyue, and said with a cold air: "Wait, wait, this mission will not be a healing system, it's far from home. My wife ran to the town of exile and died in the tunnel... Doesn’t it mean that Morris, who wrote the letter, has already died?!"

Zheng Qingyue waved her hand down, signaled the person in front of him to go down, and continued to say to Raho in a sensible and calm tone: "Think about it carefully, this town was selected by the black magician Yang as the player to control it. The place where the undead race rebirth, the form of our appearance in the game emerges from the underground again...Looking at the urinary nature of this task, obviously, the plan is to imply that none of the residents of the original exile town escaped. , The group has long been gone."

Brother Lahong: "..."

On the other side, we also found a complete letter from the Miaobishenghua team. After checking multiple cellars filled by players, they also found a passage leading to the underground.

This passage was not discovered by players who were not landfilled because of the camouflage, but because the exit collapsed; it took a lot of time for everyone to clear out the stones and mud blocking the exit...

There was no corpse in the slanting passage opening, but a crumpled piece of parchment was thrown on the stairs in a ball.

Jiang Wei, who entered the passage first, picked up the parchment ball and glanced at it, then turned and handed it to the wonderful pen and flowers behind.

This letter is also made of parchment paper. The content on it is very messy. The characters that are like scribbles and the system does not provide translation account for 90%. The remaining characters with a little shape can be translated by the system. Later it showed several unconnected phrases, namely: "Forgiveness, it, desire."

"The system shows that this is indeed one of the five letters that the players are required to search." Miao Bi Shenghua handed the parchment to the teammates to circulate, "If this letter is a letter for the time being, it is also from what we know. The hand of the writer'Morris', then we can at least confirm one thing, this'Morris' who wrote the letter should have something wrong."

"Hands disabled, or crazy?" Qin Guan glanced at the large number of characters on the parchment that were worse than children's graffiti, shook his head, and handed it to the next person.

"It's more likely to be crazy, or the spirit is severely stimulated." Miao Bi Shenghua said, touching her chin and glanced at the end of the deep tunnel, "The letter paper that hinted that the writer fell into madness appeared at the entrance of the tunnel. It seems that the "underground world" scene in this town is very big."

Jiang Wei spent half the night with the two sisters on the reputation of the lord. Although it is not compatible with the first player of the player, it is still okay with these two female players-whether it is a brilliant pen or a non-increasing entropy. It's not the kind of "I'm a female, you want me to help me". On the contrary, they both seem to have the spirit of "If you are a woman, you have to prove the power of women." The type that people feel comfortable.

When Miaobi Shenghua said that, Jiang Wei naturally took the words: "I was thinking about it when I was doing the lord's prestige mission. In ordinary games, I really can't make out the wonderful herbal medicine of the style of'big leaf vine'. If it’s not the bad taste of dog planning, but the “big leaf vine” is the normal style of painting that fits the background of this game, then maybe the background of this game is not the fantasy style that we think."

"Do you want to talk about Cthulhu style?" Miaobisheng Huadao.

"Yes." Jiang Wei nodded, "If you are a kid, the weird style of Big Leaf Vine makes sense. And the high-level NPC in the game will mention a place called the'Kenya Empire' when chatting, this Kenyan There are many factories and big ships in the empire. It is very rich and a country that high-level NPCs yearn for. With factories and big ships, it cannot be the feudal and obscure Medieval century, and it is also in line with the setting of restraint."

"Ah!" Qin Guan hurriedly said, "Speaking of which, Charlie Rex, the strangest warrior instructor among high-level NPCs, often looks nervous, especially like the half-crazy in K-type games. investigator!"

In the town hall, Yang Qiu, who was monitoring the two groups of players at the same time, said in admiration, "It's okay, earthlings. Even if it's just a mere three hundred players, there are a lot of awesome people."

The myth of Cthulhu created by the earth novelist Howard Philip Lovecraft, from the objective standpoint of non-enthusiasts, actually does not exceed the limit of imagination of the "unknown fear" in the upper limit of human cognition: Born at the end of the nineteenth century, Howard's most feared imagination of the ancient gods of the K-line is bound to the fear of the deep sea. He believes that the seabed is the limit full of unknown fears.

Numerous enthusiasts participated in the group setting of the ancient gods system, or in the scripts of the game novels and comics running troupe of various secondary creations and secondary processes. These ancient gods often end up personally; many are hailed as classics. There are similar scenes in the K-series games and movies of Kezong on the surface of the sea.

There is a big gap with this dark magic plane that caused countless powerhouses standing on the peak of intelligent creatures to tremble with the "revival of the ancient gods"...the gap on the grid.

The ancient gods are not in the sea.

The material world where intelligent creatures live is impossible for ancient gods, even part of the body is impossible—otherwise this material plane would have fallen, and there would be no living intelligent creatures.

It is also impossible for the ancient gods to "show the saint before man" or deliberately give the "seed" to a specific person. For the ancient gods, small intelligent creatures are not as good as ants... Humans will occupy a certain ant nest. , And choose one of the ants to be your "spokesperson"? No one will do this kind of stupid thing.

Of course, even if there is a huge gap in force, Yang Qiu must admit that the "rejection of imagination" on the earth contains the reflection fragments of the ancient gods.

Yang Qiu’s guess is that the myth of restraint born on the earth is likely to be that when the ancient gods used spiritual projection to influence the material plane, there was a little bit of the ancient god’s will inadvertently passing through the cracks of time and space and entering the earth dimension; The will of the ancient gods in the magic-free universe could not survive and quickly disappeared, but before they died... this little ancient god's will resonated with the spirit of the writer who created the mythology of restraint, leaving behind...reflections about it. Fragments.

The distorted will of the old dominators isolated from the dimension and lost in the endless void, in fact, no longer has the will to consciously capture or occupy a certain material plane.

The spiritual influence they project onto the material plane is only the inertia that they have retained when they were once gods... They are just the projection behavior once known as miracles. In the ancient gods, they lost their divinity and left only frenzy due to long-term existence in the void. Later, it became a real natural disaster.

Human lunatics who lose their minds will bring huge disasters to all mankind, let alone gods who lose their minds...

The biggest reason why Yang Qiu didn't worry about the earth being eroded by the genuine ancient gods was because on the earth, the magic power would not be restored naturally, let alone absorb... the dimensional rules of the earth universe are negative magic power.

The "rule" is very powerful.

Even the rules created and maintained by the people on Earth are very difficult to eliminate (both positive and negative, for example, the anti-vaccine movement that has just been born for more than a decade. It was originally an anti-intellectual activity carried out by certain Western populists. , Normal people look at these guys as if they are watching idiots, but after becoming a certain rule of the game, even national forces will find it difficult to suppress this anti-intellectual trend), let alone taking the will of the universe in a certain dimension. The dominant dimensional rule.

Wrapped with Yang Qiu’s tentacles of the ancient gods, he has to be dragged to this plane to make the stuffed sauce...

"Although there is a difference between the sky and the abyss... but with the ‘knock culture’ as the bottom line, it will be much easier for players on the earth to understand the background setting of this ‘game world’.”

Yang Qiu calmly continued to monitor the actions of the two groups of players.

He dared to release herbs like the big leaf vine that ordinary people saw that the cliff would lose the SAN value for players to take care of, because of his confidence in the receptivity of the people on earth~! Even the tentacles of the earth people who can be popular when driving are afraid of losing the SAN value!

The entropy non-increasing group that had been walking in the tunnel for more than ten minutes was suddenly attacked by a spider-shaped thirteen-legged low-level monster hanging on the top of the tunnel.

"Fuck!"

"Nima ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Indulged in learning, the entropy did not increase, and Brother Rahong was shocked and screamed and fled.

The tentacles with suction cups thrown by the low-level monsters caught the obsessive study and threw the skeletons weighing only 40% of the normal people...

"drink!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Yang Ying picked up a wooden stick picked up in the tunnel, and Tang Jia, who was frightened offensively, waved the rotten shovel picked up in the tunnel, and the two stood side by side, trying to save the addiction to taking medicine.

"I rely on not hitting me, I am going to be broken!" He screamed after being addicted to learning several times.

The entropy of regaining thinking ability after running away does not increase. A loud reminder: "Don't hit the tentacles, hit the body!"

"Can't reach it!" Yang Ying shouted.

"You carry Don Jia!"

Yang Ying hurriedly dropped the stick and picked up Tang Jia's legs...Anyway, the player's skeleton characters are very light, and they can run with each other.

This spider monster with thirteen tentacles did not survive the attack. After being hit by a few shovels by Tang Jia, he left behind to indulge in learning and fled deep into the tunnel.

"This strange blood will run away! Go after it!"

Brother Lahong, who was scared to run away at the first encounter, instantly recovered his veteran status, and quickly greeted everyone to catch up...

"Hmm... It's really much easier to understand the true face of this world from the perspective of games."

After witnessing the heroic pursuit of these players, Yang Qiudun was very pleased...

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