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Chapter 289 Don't underestimate my bond with money!

Under the gigantic brain, there are only two original human numbers 266 and 267 who are still standing on the ground.

The module man who fell on the ground is not dead yet, but the state at the moment is not much better than death.

Due to the onset of an acute genetic disease, the players present became extremely weak, and even the pharmacist Henry's potion could not reverse this process, it could only slow down the spread of the virus, making him appear to be stronger than other players. The condition is better.

However, this was of no use. In this state, he was still at the end of his strength and had no ability to resist.

It would be great if the second stage has been unsealed, then you can use the special medicine in the inventory to assist in dispensing medicine.

It might be possible to eradicate the disease with more powerful agents.

Henry thought, his heart full of regret.

His abilities are far more than that, but more powerful potions need to be used in the inventory. It is helpless to meet native people at this point in time.

The strength of the current players is not enough to fight against these three natives.

This also made Henry a little suspicious. He wondered if the progress of the game was pushed too fast.

For example, an elite boss who was clearly late in the dungeon was suddenly found by an early-stage player. The strength of the two sides was so different that they couldn't be defeated at all.

If they were all in the second stage, it might be the three natives who suffered the most.

No matter how bad it is, it should be evenly matched, rather than collapsing like it is now.

So who is pushing the plot regardless?

Also pushed in the wrong direction.

According to the logic, it should be to find the root ghost talk and successfully recognize the root ghost talk, complete the second stage, and then create some turmoil and chaos, which attracts the attention of the flesh and blood civilization of the native people, so the native people are sent to fight with the players.

A more common-sense game flow naturally formed in Henry's mind.

As a result, it became inexplicably like this now. A mountaineer turned his back after entering the brain area network, and the entire army of players was wiped out.

Of course, Henry didn't think those two guys could run away.

The strength of native people is really too weird and powerful. It can be seen that their physiological structure and technology are not born for "combat" at all, but due to the super-dimensional development of the body, their talent in combat is extremely terrifying.

Strength, speed, agility, endurance...

There is no short board.

Henry struggled to turn his head to look at the two natives, somewhat wondering what they were doing and why they hadn't been given death.

Could it be that these natives also have the method of eating brains and absorbing memories?

Are they waiting for an opportunity to absorb?

But the Humanoid Whistlebeast evolved a high-capacity brain to accept the sumo wrestler. These natives...

Not necessarily not.

Thinking of this, Henry felt a little anxious, because this was something beyond his understanding. He wasn't sure if he could die normally, and whether he could switch to his teammates to explore smoothly.

However, the original man didn't give him too many chances to think. He walked up to Henry, who was the only one who could move his head, and stretched out his hand.

His hand disintegrated quickly, the skin of his fingers peeled off like a banana, exposing the bones inside, and then the five fingers spread out, exposing the wrist bones and some thicker vascular tissues.

This is……

Henry's pupils dilated slightly. As a doctor, he was not afraid of the internal tissues of the human body. What worried him was another thing:

What the hell is this guy up to?
The unfolded finger bones are in full bloom like flowers, and the collision of white and red colors shows a kind of glamorous beauty.

The aesthetics of native people is still in a very primitive state. The appearance of this "flower hand" has not been deliberately modified by them, but its beauty is enough to form a beautiful painting.

The blood vessels at the wrist bones broke from the middle, and then continued to elongate, spreading out and piercing Henry's neck.

The face of the native is always calm, and the muscles on the face are in a natural state, but there is no fluctuation at all.

He stretched out his other hand and gently pinched the back of Henry's neck, gently pinching Henry's cervical spine.

A short but sharp bone knife protruded from the wrist bone, about forty centimeters long, with a slender blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

what?
Henry heard a crisp "crack" from his neck, and he knew it was because his neck was broken, but he didn't feel any pain.

Until he saw his neck was completely severed by the bone knife, and his head was separated from his body, he still had no pain.

Death also never came.

Yes……

It is the blood vessel of native humans.

He suddenly realized something, and then felt his head fly up, hovering in the air beside the native.

At this time, he was able to see his current state.

The blood vessels of the native man completely replaced his own blood vessels, supplying oxygen and energy to his brain to maintain his life at this moment.

He was like a trophy, a stuffed animal head hanging in the air.

The only difference between the two is that he hasn't died yet, because the original people don't want him to die yet.

The original man wants to keep his brain active, perhaps because the inactivated brain may lose some memory, or the virus in the body will gradually spread to the brain, causing his brain to have lesions, which will have some impact.

Henry thought of committing suicide, because it was the safest way so far, but now he has only one head left, and he has no ability or strength to do it.

Concocted according to the law, the primitive people differentiated their own blood vessels into more strands, and then pierced the blood vessels into the necks of the module people who had become extremely weak due to acute illness, and took off the heads of these module people one by one, and held them in the mid-air beside them. middle.

His standing body is like a tree.

The blood vessels scattered into dozens of strands are like branches on a tree, and the heads that can still move, blink and think are like fruits hanging from the branches.

Under normal circumstances, the native people would not waste this kind of time to create this "fruit tree", any modular person infected by the virus will have organ failure in an extreme time, and then die of lung function inactivation lead to suicide.

However, his brain capacity is not enough to accommodate the memories of multiple aliens, so it is necessary to transport the heads of aliens in this way, go to the location of a biological computer, and take out the memories of "their" and form information.

If it is true, as the number D980 parasitic beast race said, the degree of aliens' research on celestial bodies and gravity is much higher than theirs, and if they have faster algorithms, then [Fruit Tree Project] will also usher in a real dawn.

At that time, their civilization will usher in true greatness.

Numbers 266, 267, and 268 will be eligible to be the first statues erected on the [Tree] after the return of civilization.

Always great!

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As the Chinese man and the masked man walked into the warehouse, Lee also started his own brainstorming.

What is the identity of this Chinese man?
First of all, it can be determined that he is a player.

An amazing player who can still see the ceiling.

It's not like the masked man, that guy he can't see through at all.

It's like throwing appraisal skills at players in online games. Even if the player is very strong, at least you can see the player's level and the gap between them.

As for this masked man, the only thing he can gain is "?????".

Except for this kind of pioneering book that will cause communication between different servers, Lee's daily copies are all in the English-language server.

In the daily copy, he had seen this kind of grocery store before, so he was no stranger to this masked man.

It's just that the masked man I've seen in the past seems to be dark-skinned and speaks English.

But Lee thinks it's very likely that the two masked men are the same person, because their body proportions, hairstyles and every other subtle feature are exactly the same.

Just now he even saw black moles in the same position on the palm of this yellow-skinned masked man.

As for why the masked man in the server he was on was dark-skinned, he thought it was probably some kind of political correctness.

This kind of thing is so rare that it is not worth mentioning.

Lee once heard some more powerful players say that the ghost story world may have selected corresponding directors among the players.

This may be "official", but what he has learned is that no player has ever seen the so-called "official".

In addition to the corresponding director.

The government may be divided into multiple departments, and different departments select different directors to help the government deal with some difficult matters.

As a reward, such players tend to grow rapidly and can master powerful powers to better help the officials in doing things, until they die in a certain mission.

So this Chinese man is the director of the masked man?
Was he assigned to this dungeon for some kind of special transaction?
The commodities traded are the "goods" in their mouths.

It can be confirmed that the goods are in the hands of the Hua people, and they are not brought by him.

Because this Chinese man has not unlocked the inventory, the so-called "goods" may be something (some) obtained in this instance.

Lee made a possible judgment in his heart, and then felt a burst of excitement in his heart.

Something that allows the masked man to intervene and obtain it even if he violates certain rules!
It's in this ghost story copy!
If he can get the words out of the mouth of the Hua people and know what it is, then he may get it, which may be a great opportunity.

For example, becoming the director of the black masked man in the English department server.

The English-based server covers more countries and has a wider scope, and its development potential is even greater than the Chinese server of this Chinese!
Lee suppressed the excitement in his heart and continued to think.

Only thinking, and only thinking is the prerequisite for gaining results in the world of ghost stories.

Lee, who has experienced dozens of side stories and won dozens of stamps, thinks so.

Judging from the available information, this should not be "corpse oil".

It should be the first time this Chinese player has seen a native, so it is unlikely that he has mastered corpse oil.

Then this thing is something that Huaguo players got before they met other players.

According to the information obtained from other players, the Chinese people were only active in the area where they were born.

No wonder.

There was a sparkle in Lee's eyes.

It's no wonder that this Huaguo was born in such a special place, staying alone in a remote area of ​​the base, and accompanied by the unique monster Sentinel.

This batch of "goods" is very likely to be in the original area.

Gotta find a way to get it.

inside the warehouse.

"Here, there are a total of 390 four Cao Ying, consignment." Yu Liang took out the Cao Ying from the universe and put them into a burlap bag provided by the masked man.

"As I said before, the pricing is up to you, and you can use the special Grass Baby Coins to purchase." The masked man continued, "I will be given a commission for every transaction."

"Well, the relevant content is all in the contract." Yu Liang nodded, then he looked at the inventory and took out enough magic blood test tubes from it.

Warehouses, like spawn points, are not technically considered inside this instance, so there is no restriction on using three columns in these two places.

It's just that, like the previous Danshengren's nursery, the extracted items still cannot be taken out of the warehouse.

Of course it's okay to give it to the masked man.

"These devil blood and grass babies are matched, but don't sell every grass baby as a set." Yu Liang ordered, "Similarly, these grass babies should be sold in batches."

"Why?" The masked man was taken aback, not understanding what Yu Liang was going to do.

"Forget it, I can't tell, let it teach you." Yu Liang raised his hand and summoned the money-keeper ghost from the universe.

The lucky ghost wears a baggy overalls, a paper headgear on his head, and a fortune-telling tree on his shoulder. As soon as he comes out, he starts waving it "hey, hey, hey".

Looks like a mentally disturbed dwarf.

"It? Teach me? Do business?" The masked man's voice fluctuated, as if he couldn't believe this kind of thing.

The gradient level of this strange creature is a bit low, right?
T2-level monsters are only intelligent. This kind of monster teaches me how to do business?
Hearing this, the lucky ghost suddenly put away the lucky tree, hugged the piggy jar with both hands, and shot out from the two eye holes of the headgear.

What do you mean?
is in...

Suspect me?

Suspect that I can't do business, doubt that I can't make money, doubt that I don't love gold and silver?

I--

I love money more than you!

Don't underestimate my bond with money! ! !

At this moment, the masked man felt a desire almost condensed into substance from the hole in the paper hood.

Greed.

There is also the willpower that has been tempered.

　Let’s update one chapter first, and another chapter may be later, school starts, let’s finish today’s class first QAQ
　
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