I'm super aggressive in an infinite game

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm in good health..." Mo Laoxie said forcefully.

"Old man, I saw that your body is full of black energy, and your internal organs are all weak. Do you think those ghosts are willing to obediently be restrained by you? They used Yin energy to disguise your internal organs as if nothing happened. Even the doctor can’t find it out, don’t do it anymore, you don’t have much time to live, cherish the rest of your days!” Ah Shu showed a mocking smile.

"Impossible, impossible!" Mo Laoxie said with a twisted face.

He didn't want to believe what these two young brats said, but recently his body was indeed very poor, and his heart often hurt so much that he couldn't sleep.

However, when he went to the hospital, the doctor told him that his heart was very strong and there was nothing wrong with it.

Although Mo Laoxie vaguely felt that something was wrong, he didn't take it too seriously, he just regarded it as the sequelae of excessive ghost refining.

Could it be that, as Bai Mo and A Shu said, those ghosts were really lying to themselves on purpose?

Mo Laoxie's face became more and more ugly.

"Mr. Mo, although I don't know what happened, you should stop." Tian Cheng said calmly.

Although he was terrified in his heart, the most urgent thing was to take Bai Mo and Ah Shu out of here.

"You think I don't have many days to live, do you? No, you are wrong, in fact, I don't have many days to live, it's you!" Mo Laoxie suddenly laughed wildly.

"Perhaps you are right. I am about to die, but that adult promised me that he will take me to a new era, where it is not a problem for me to live hundreds of years! And you, will soon Towards destruction!" Mo Laoxie said frantically.

New Era…

Bai Mo frowned.

Not only the npc in the game mentioned this word, but now even Mo Laoxie mentioned this word. Could it be that there is any connection between the two?

"What exactly is the new era?" Ashu asked.

Mo Laoxie just wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

He broke out in a cold sweat, it seemed that the lord didn't want him to reveal any information about the new era.

"Let them go."

A cold voice sounded in Mo Laoxie's mind.

"Yes, yes." Mo Laoxie wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and nodded quickly.

That adult's words can never be violated, only he can lead him into the new era.

"Let's go!" Mo Laoxie said.

"Old man, we can leave if we want, you can't stop us at all, but you are too boring, boss, let's go!" Ah Shu yawned and said.

Bai Mo took a deep look at Mo Laoxie, and said, "Let's go."

Just after they left, a figure appeared in front of Mo Laoxie.

"Mo Laoxie, you can go on the road." The figure said in a deep voice.

"My lord, can I go to the new era?" Mo Laoxie was so excited that he almost bit his lower lip.

Ever since he knew the existence of the new era, Mo Laoxie dreamed of the new era every night.

The figure didn't speak, but motioned Mo Laoxie to kneel down.

Except for his parents, Mo Laoxie had never kneeled before in his life. If it wasn't for this lord, he wouldn't kneel even if his legs were broken.

Mo Laoxie knelt down in fear, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart.

The figure put his hand on top of Mo Laoxie's head.

Mo Laoxie was very excited at first, but suddenly, the excited expression on his face froze.

Mo Laoxie's face quickly turned gray, like a deflated balloon that quickly lost its vitality.

He raised his head in surprise and anger, wanting to ask the man why.

But just a few seconds later, Mo Laoxie lost all his anger and fell to the ground.

His eyes widened, and he didn't understand why the lord wanted to kill him until the end of his life.

"The rubbish and old humans of the old era deserve to enter the new era? Even if I take you there, you will just be cleaned up as a disgusting piece of garbage." The man took out a handkerchief and wiped it slowly. Wiped his hands.

...

eight pm.

Bai Mo and Ah Shu sat in front of the bed and waited for the arrival of the new copy.

But Bai Mo was a little absent-minded.

The words "New Era" kept circling in his mind.

For some reason, he had a very bad feeling in his heart.

New Age, seems to be closely related to this game.

Could it be that behind this game, a group of people are hiding and manipulating the game?

Thinking of this, Bai Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Welcome all players to the new dungeon! This new dungeon is still a movie dungeon, player Bai Mo plays the male lead, and the teleportation will start after three seconds, three, two, one!"

"You are an umbrella seller, simply put, you are an oil-paper umbrella seller.

But the umbrella you sell is different from other umbrellas, because you have a special ability to draw dead souls on umbrellas.

This is like some excellent tattoo artists in ancient times, the top tattoo artists can stab the soul on the skin. "

After Bai Mo finished reading the script, he looked around him.

This is an antique shop with many beautiful oiled paper umbrellas hanging in the shop. Although the whole shop is not big, it exudes a simple and simple smell, mixed with the unique aroma of oiled paper.

Suddenly, the wind chimes at the door jingled, and a middle-aged man pushed open the shop door.

The middle-aged man was obviously taken aback when he saw Bai Mo, with a dubious expression on his face.

He didn't seem to expect that Bai Mo would look so young.

But now that he has come here, he had no choice but to ask: "I heard that you can draw human souls on umbrellas here?"

Bai Mo took a good look at the man in front of him. He should not be very old, but his hair was half white and his face was very haggard. He looked like he was 60 or [-] years old.

He held a photo tightly in his hand. In the photo, a smiling and bright woman was sitting on the grass.

Below the photo is a black urn.

Bai Mo didn't answer Lao Li's question right away, but brought a cup of warm chrysanthemum tea to the man according to the script, and the man waved his hand to indicate that Bai Mo didn't need it.

Bai Mo smiled and replied, "As long as it's within my ability, of course."

The man gritted his teeth, and handed the photo and the urn in front of Bai Mo, "I want you to draw my wife's soul on the umbrella."

"Sir, have you thought about it clearly? You know, once you paint it, if you regret it, you will have to pay a lot. Your wife is dead, why don't you start a new life?" Bai Mo said lightly.

"No!" The man raised his head abruptly, interrupting Bai Mo's words with red eyes.

"Susu and I are college classmates. She is the love of my life, but the year before last, she died in a car accident. It is impossible for me to fall in love with someone else. I want to be with her forever and never be separated! "The man said every word, almost crazy.

After finishing speaking, he pleaded with Bai Mo in a low voice: "I heard people say that you are not cheap here, but I am an old man with little money, and here are all my savings for retirement. I was going to go with Susu after retirement. Traveling everywhere, but, eh..."

The man pushed a stack of money in front of Bai Mo, "I only have fifty thousand."

"Enough." Bai Mo took the money and stuffed it into the drawer without counting.

"I can draw your wife's dead soul on the umbrella, but I have some requirements here and I hope you can do it." Bai Mo said pretending to be dignified.

The man nodded quickly, "You said, as long as I can be with my wife, I will promise anything!"

I smiled slightly, "First, this umbrella needs to be opened for use, but it can only be opened for one hour a day, that is to say, you only have one hour to meet your wife. Second, and most importantly, you You can't touch your wife, let alone feed her. You can do these two things?"

The man hesitated for a while, and then asked hesitantly: "Is there really only one hour to see my wife every day? And I can't touch her yet..."

Bai Mo nodded, "If you can't do it, please go back."

The man quickly changed his words: "Yes, of course, as long as I can see my wife, it's not a problem!"

"Okay," Bai Mo said with a smile, "please wait for me a moment."

After finishing speaking, Bai Mo walked behind the curtain with the urn and photos in his hands. This is a room specially used for making umbrellas.

There are many oil-paper umbrellas hanging densely on the wall, which should be the painstaking works of the original owner.

Generally, it takes at least 86 days to make an oil-paper umbrella, and it takes [-] processes.

There is a folk proverb that there are 72 and a half steps in the process, and it is not good to move in and out. It means that the process of making oiled paper umbrellas is very complicated.

The umbrella surface is made of traditional cotton paper, the ribs are made of orchid bamboo, brushed with pure natural tung oil, and the craftsmanship is very complicated.

However, the original owner naturally couldn't keep the guests waiting for fifteen days.

So here, there are generally ready-made oil-paper umbrellas of only Chahanhua.

After all, the most important and special step is to paint flowers on the umbrella surface, that is, to paint dead souls.

But of course it was impossible for Bai Mo to paint the image of Lao Li's wife on it.

Bai Mo opened the urn, and according to the script, he lit a stick of red incense in front of the urn. This incense was left to him by the grandfather of the original owner of the script, and it was specially used for Han Soul.

Red smoke curled up and slowly floated into the urn, as if absorbed by the ashes.

Bai Mo picked up the photo and lit it on fire, a faint green flame rose all of a sudden.

This is Yinhuo.

Bai Mo then took out the potion specially used by Han Soul, mixed the potion with the ashes, and then picked up a brush to draw on the oiled paper umbrella.

About half an hour later, Bai Mo carefully wrapped the oil-paper umbrella in black cloth, carried it out and walked out.

The man waited impatiently, and when he saw Bai Mo coming out, he immediately stood up excitedly, "Okay?"

"Okay." Bai Mo handed the oil-paper umbrella wrapped in black cloth to the man.

The man couldn't wait to take off the black cloth, but when he saw the pattern on the umbrella, his expression froze.

The man's face turned blue and then pale, he pointed at the pattern on the umbrella tremblingly and said, "Mr. Xiao, what is this?"

"What else? Of course this is your wife." Bai Mo said calmly.

The man stared at the grinning thing on the umbrella that could hardly be seen as a human face, trembling and speechless.

"Sir, this looks different from my wife."

"Then what, the so-called Shen Yun arrives, it doesn't matter what you look like." Bai Mo said with a smile.

The man looked at Bai Mo suspiciously, nodded his head, and left with his umbrella in his arms.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Bai Mo's mouth.

Although the original owner's umbrella can allow people to see their dead relatives whom they miss so much, it is only an umbrella after all.

Umbrellas are just umbrellas and should never be treated as human beings.