Too fierce because of caution

The task is marked as level three to six.

And Zhao Yi is now exactly level three.

The task mode adopts the form of a copy, which means that once the player decides to participate in this task, he must complete it!

Either complete the task... or die!

This is not like the previous butcher game, where players can run back to the guild station to be a grandson while helping the butcher deliver food.

There, the player is absolutely safe.

Even if the butcher really wants to kill the player, it is impossible!

But this task is different.

Any task that appears in the form of a copy will inevitably teleport the player into an independent time and space!

There is no way for the player to escape at all!

Liu Ruoqing had already reminded Zhao Yi that the danger of the big world mission in the chaotic world would be far greater than that of the copy, and because the players in the big world only have one life, unless there are special props like a surrogate doll, otherwise they will really die and cannot be resurrected.

He was not in a hurry.

Zhao Yi turned off the computer, leaned back on the chair with his head raised, and rubbed his palms gently.

His palms with cut fingers were itchy.

He tore the gauze with his mouth, and he saw that the broken fingers on his palms were regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye!

First the bones, then the nerves, capillaries, and finally the muscles.

In about three to five minutes, his hands were intact!

It was amazing, but in this weird world, it didn't seem so unacceptable.

Bang!

There was a heavy knock on the door outside.

To be precise, it was more like kicking the door.

Zhao Yi went to the door, opened it, and found a bunch of unfriendly people standing outside!

They looked fierce and aggressive, looking at Zhao Yi with cold and playful eyes.

"Who are you looking for?"

Zhao Yi asked knowingly.

"Looking for you."

The tattooed man who was smoking in the lead had his nostrils so high that if the situation was not appropriate, Zhao Yi would like to ask him what brand of shampoo he used to make his nose hair so shiny and strong!

"Although I know that saying this makes me look a little childish, but if you don't comb your thick and flowing nose hair into an interesting hairstyle, it's really a shame for your nostrils that are bigger than dermatitis."

As soon as Zhao Yi opened his mouth, the tattooed man felt his blood rushing to his forehead!

What a poisonous mouth!

He clenched his fists and wanted to enter Zhao Yi's room, but it was obviously in vain.

Not to mention him, even Uncle Quan, the president of the guild, couldn't come in!

"You kid has caused a big disaster and you don't even know it. You dare to insult me ​​here?"

"I think you are tired of living!"

The man stuck to the air wall at the door tightly, his eyes spitting fire!

Seeing that the man looked like he was going to eat him alive, a light bulb appeared on Zhao Yi's forehead. He immediately took a huge durian from his coffee table and placed it on the ground at the door.

"This thing was given to me by Sister Liu. I wanted to eat it, but I really didn't find the tools. Anyway, you are idle anyway, why don't you help me open a durian."

The people outside the door stagnated their breathing when they heard it, and looked at Zhao Yi as if he was mentally retarded, wondering what was wrong with this man?

Anyone with eyes should know that they are here to cause trouble.

This guy actually wanted them to help him open a durian?

"You don't seem to understand the situation... But I can tell you mercifully..."

The tattooed man who was clinging to the air wall tried to make his expression as fierce as possible to scare Zhao Yi.

"No need."

Zhao Yi decisively interrupted him, took a step back and opened the authority.

The air wall disappeared, and the tattooed man was unable to react, and he stumbled to the ground in front of him!

"Fuck!"

He screamed, staring at his forehead with wide eyes and watching it hit the thorny durian hard!

Snap!

The durian opened.

There was a little blood.

Zhao Yi squatted on the ground, looking at the durian that was smashed into several pieces. He patted the back of the tattooed man's head like he was patting a dog, and praised him:

"Your forehead is really awesome!"

"Have you practiced iron head kung fu?"

When had the tattooed man lying on the ground been humiliated like this by a newcomer? He was trembling all over, and his anger was overwhelming his head!

"I practiced NM!"

He roared like a mad beast, slapped the ground and was about to punch Zhao Yi Bangbang to vent his anger, but the next moment he was thrown out of the room by a terrifying force.

room!

Just like throwing away garbage.

It turned out that Zhao Yi had closed the room sharing permission!

"Thank you for helping me open the durian."

Zhao Yi took a sip of the durian fruit and smiled at the tattooed man with flaming eyes outside.

The tattooed man slammed the air wall at Zhao Yi's door and grinned:

"If you have the guts, you can hide in there for the rest of your life..."

Bang!

Before he finished his harsh words, Zhao Yi had already closed the door, leaving him with a huge 404 house number.

The smile on the tattooed man's face was stiff. Looking at the room number plate in front of him, he felt like his lungs were about to explode!

This newcomer... This newcomer called Zhao Yi...

Damn it!

Damn it!

Damn it!

How dare he?

How dare he be so rude to himself? !

Just when his face was gloomy, an inappropriate laugh came from the side.

"Puff!"

The tattooed man turned his head slowly upon hearing the sound, and faced a younger brother beside him with his face full of durian.

"What are you laughing at?"

He said coldly.

The younger brother immediately put away the smile on his face and trembled all over.

"I... remembered something happy!"

The tattooed man approached step by step, and his momentum made the thin younger brother breathless.

"What happy thing?"

"Say it!"

The younger brother had a sad face.

"Before coming in..."

"My wife...died in childbirth!"

"The old Wang next door cried more sadly than me!"

"Do you think he is stupid?"

Everyone heard the words, and suddenly cast a strong brotherly look at him.

The tattooed man no longer blamed him, chose to forgive, and walked downstairs with a heart full of anger.

"Keep an eye on this bastard 24 hours a day. I don't believe he won't come out!"

"This guy is the one the boss wants. Don't be careless or negligent!"

"Yes!"

A group of younger brothers bent down and stared at Zhao Yi's door with weapons.

...

In the evening, Zhao Yi, who went out for a walk after dinner as usual, was caught and taken to Room 511 of the guild's residence.

A middle-aged man who looked gentle and elegant sat in the room and brewed tea slowly.

He had a strong temperament of a superior.

"Did Wei Shan execute the butcher game with you?"

The middle-aged man spoke slowly.

Zhao Yi replied:

"Yes."

The middle-aged man put down the purple clay teapot, looked up and glanced at Zhao Yi, and said lightly:

"How did he die?"

Zhao Yi:

"I killed him."

"Why did you kill him?"

Faced with the middle-aged man's question, Zhao Yi fell into thinking.

After a long while, he raised his head and showed a chilling smile.

"If you ask me who killed Xiang Weishan, I will tell you truthfully that I killed him."

"But if you ask me why I killed him, I really can't answer for a moment."

"Maybe because... it's fun?"

As he said this, several people around him subconsciously took a small step back.

Although they were all players above level 10, they shouldn't have such a reaction when facing a rookie like Zhao Yi.

But at this moment... they really felt goosebumps all over their bodies!