first player

Chapter 474 Chapter 470 · "Nice to meet you."

Feng Chang's calm face immediately turned cold.

"The first tribe does not welcome Nine God believers." He said lightly: "And, personally, I also hope that you will terminate the contract with her as soon as possible."

He left without making any suggestions about Siber's situation. As his own brother, he really wanted her to die.

Su Ming'an originally thought that Feng Chang and Xi Boer would have a misunderstanding like Sheng Qi and Qin Wang, but he didn't expect Feng Zhang to really hate this heretic, so much that he wanted her to die.

It seems that blood relationship does not exist in them, only faith is more important.

Su Mingan looked at the unconscious Siber, he knew that he could only wait to go back and ask Teacher Fang and the old woman.They should have a way of suppressing the curse.

... By the way, are those black lamb players still shopping on the street?He didn't interfere with them, and the eight altars haven't been painted yet?
This small dungeon was really played by this group of players as a farm simulator.

He walked towards the second floor of the nearest processing plant, and heard a "bang bang bang" footsteps, as if someone was running vigorously.

He didn't mean to chase, but walked towards the altar on the second floor.This altar is located above the iron stairs, and it has been depicted by a small half at this time.

Su Mingan took out the sculpting brush in his bosom, dipped it on the blood, raised it up, and stroked——

The bright red color appeared on the altar, outlined along the blurred lines.

【You are drawing the altar, current progress: 18%】

[The props you use are (ordinary drawing pen), (ordinary animal blood), and the drawing efficiency: extremely low. 】

……

Su Mingan drew for a while, only to realize that the speed was indeed very slow.

He put away the pen, hid the unconscious Siber in the cabinet beside him, turned around, and pointed in the direction of the high iron plate.

The road leading to the third floor is not a safe iron staircase, but iron plates with different heights, which require people to jump over.

His legs bent slightly, exerted strength, and jumped.

The A-level jumping ability of Shuofeng Boots played a very gratifying role. He felt a natural propulsion from his feet, and his jumping height was a little higher.

"Oh!"

There was a loud bang.He successfully jumped onto the iron plate in front of him, but because of too much force, he was a little too far forward this time, and almost fell down along the vacant space between the iron plates.

There was a red-hot soldering iron underneath. Even if he died, he didn't want to die like this. If the first player was burned to death because of a gap...it would be too embarrassing, it would be the end of a drama.

However, if the previous death return was to jump the world line, it does not rule out that he has experienced many times, such a real death that can be called absurd ending...

He bent his legs slightly, and after grasping the angle, he jumped again. After repeating several times, he successfully reached the platform on the third floor.

The third floor is very quiet, with only one wooden door at the front of the platform.He stretched out his hand, and after melting the gap in the wooden door, he kicked the door open.

"hiss……"

Ying was in a delicate and weak state, and his legs were aching. After taking a breath, he still suppressed his voice.

The night wind was blowing in, and the air smelled of rot and blood.

This is the tallest building on the farm, and you can see the whole picture of the farm, with an extremely wide field of vision, and a sense of vastness overlooking all living beings.

The swaying wheat field in the dark night, the scarecrow like a skeleton, and the altar exuding blood-red light...they fit perfectly into his vision, with a dark blood-colored negative, like a night with low saturation painting.

Several corpses were scattered all over the farm, like dead beetles, and the black mist was cold, covering their gradually melting and rotting corpses.

Su Mingan stood on the edge of the platform, looked into the distance, and saw a hint of golden yellow faintly.

...Dawn is coming.

No matter what happened this night, it seemed that with the arrival of day, all the ugliness would be buried in the passing darkness.

Those hideous corpses are just an insignificant part of everything that happened in the world.Nobody cares about the struggles and pain that went through here.

When he turned around, a white shadow suddenly appeared.

It was a woman in a white coat who suddenly appeared on the rooftop.

She seemed to wait there for a while without making a sound, and only spoke when she saw him turn around.

"Nice to meet you." The woman said quietly, "My name is Isabella."

Her skin is as white as marble, with a sharp stone texture, her eyebrows are black and thick, her nose is straight, her lips are beautiful and thin, and her eyes reveal a sense of confidence.

When she looked at him, she didn't show any nervous movements, but stood calmly at the door, with a silver-white mechanical ball hovering over her shoulder.

　Ming An, happy birthday.

Everyone, Happy New Years Eve.

　
(End of this chapter)