The No. 1 mixed score king in the whole server [StarCraft]

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

Liu Cheng hugged Brother Sunglasses who was about to fight Lin Jing angrily.

Huangmao can now sleep alone, and dragged out sleepily: "What's the matter?"

They woke up, and the village chief naturally woke up. The face that others owed him 800 million is now even more stinky. He walked down from the second floor, ignoring the group of people in the ancestral hall.

open the door.

Outside the door was a 20-year-old young man. The moment he saw the village chief, he collapsed and knelt on the ground, crying incoherently: "Village chief, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't not listen to you, I was wrong, my dad Really crazy, he's really crazy."

Everyone walked over and found out.

The young man was holding a rope in his hand. Looking along the rope, he saw an old man half squatting on the ground. The old man's hands were tied and his mouth was covered with tape.He was wearing a dirty, blackened clothes that hadn't been changed for an unknown amount of time, his face was unkempt, his eyes were cloudy, and he looked at them numbly and resentfully.

The young man's eyes were full of fear, and he murmured, and handed the rope to the village chief, his lips were trembling as he spoke: "He disappeared during the day today, I thought he was trying to sneak down the mountain again, but I didn't expect him to hide in my room in the middle of the night, walking on tiptoes, climbing into bed and trying to strangle me. When I opened my eyes, it was his face."

The young man repented: "I brought him, the village chief, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong."

With a cold face, the village chief took the rope, and didn't pay attention to his crying at all, and just cursed: "Get out of here quickly."

The young man didn't want to stay here for a second, so he ran away like hell.

Now all eyes are on the old man.

The old man squatted on the ground, like a dog, with an indescribable weirdness.

The village chief walked over and tore off the tape on his mouth.

"Cough, cough—" The old man coughed violently for a long time, as if he wanted to cough up all the internal organs, and the nerves throbbed when he heard it. "Unfilial son... unfilial son..." The old man was so angry that his fingers trembled, and he cursed frantically.The voice was broken and hoarse, like a hole in window paper.He seemed to be suffering from schizophrenia, suddenly numb and resentful, and suddenly furious.The eyes alternate between dead silence and anger: ""Unfilial son, ahem, beast! "

The village chief interrupted him impatiently: "It's here, be honest."

The old man seemed to realize something all of a sudden, his old wrinkled face was full of despair, his eyes were loose, and he murmured in a daze: "I'm not dead, I'm really not dead. I'm not dead..."

The village chief picked his ears, and he wrapped the rope around the old man's neck several times, and then led him to the second floor like walking a dog.

The group of onlookers were stunned. The two girls held hands tightly, their faces pale.

The village chief looked at them, his cloudy eyes were full of sarcasm and warning: "Go back to sleep, you still have five days."

There are still five days, like a countdown to death.

The crowd remained silent.

Lin Jing was on the first floor, and said casually, "I know what the village chief is hiding on the second floor."

Huang Mao was so frightened and dizzy: "The second floor is full of people."

Lin Jing looked back at him, and suddenly remembered the sentence he had misheard at the beginning.The director, the man with the scar, maybe there are really eight men.

The next day, the village chief didn't go downstairs for a day.

According to the plan, a group of people decided to go to the forest on the west slope.

Feng Haozhong had already been there once and reminded them: "The fog is really heavy. I'm afraid we'll get lost in it. Let's put some markers along the way."

Liu Cheng followed suit: "Yes, and it's best for everyone to stand together."

Several people were discussing what to mark in front.

Outside the forest layer are some normal trees, and when you go inside, the body of the tree starts to become huge, with a diameter at breast height of tens of centimeters to one meter behind, covering the sky and the sun.Damp green moss climbs up the exposed roots of the ground, and the ground is covered with rotten wood and mushrooms, and dense ants and white insects walk among them.

The light dimmed, and it was hazy like a little fog rising.

Lin Jing walked at the back, and Xu Wanzhi walked slowly with him.

"Xu Wanzhi." This was the first time he called his name seriously.

"En?" Xu Wanzhi responded.The light and mist of the forest were reflected by the thin green of the vegetation, and the tall young man in black casually raised his eyes, and there was a strange feeling in common with this gloomy and beautiful mountains and rivers.

A trace of doubt flashed in Lin Jing's heart, but his face was pretending to be relaxed: "Are you forced to enter the game just like me?"

Xu Wanzhi: "It is."

Lin Jing: "That's no wonder, you don't seem to care much about winning or losing."

"Win or lose?" Xu Wanzhi repeated these two words softly, with a faint sneer on the corners of his lips, and then went down with a slight arc.He touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist, his eyes were indifferent and serious, but he asked Lin Jing, "Do you want to win?"

Of course I want to.

Lin Jing was very honest: "I think, in reality, I have suffered a lot of bad luck, and I need to win such a hundred games in a row."

He didn't look at the standings when he entered the game, but to enter the top ten, two thousand points should be required.

He said again: "Don't you want to win when you enter the game? Then what are you doing here?"

Xu Wanzhi's tone was flat: "Come in and watch the play."

Lin Jing: "What?"

Xu Wanzhi smiled: "Come in and experience the game."

"Eternal Life" is a national game and the most fair assessment machine. Players who participate in the game either want to improve their mental power level like him, or regard it as pure entertainment for clearing the game.

Xu Wanzhi is most likely to be the latter.

What Feng Haozhong said is correct, the deeper you go, the thicker the forest fog will be.

The temperature also dropped inside, and the fog was so white that it was almost solid.

The crowd became more and more frightened as they walked, holding their breath and not making a sound.

In this terrifyingly quiet environment, I could hear a lot of rustling sounds, like poisonous snakes spitting out letters, or like four-legged insects slowly crawling over dead branches.

Huang Mao had a great time chatting with these two girls at the beginning, but when the surroundings became gloomy, he immediately thought of Brother Lin again.

"Brother Lin." He was courageous, because he couldn't see anyone because of the thick fog, so he shouted twice.

"I am here."

Lin Jing was right in front of him.

Hearing the sound, Huangmao breathed a sigh of relief.I don't know why, although Lin Jing seems unreliable, but being with him feels particularly safe.

The whole world suddenly became very quiet.

As Huang Mao walked forward, he could vaguely see a background, whose figure was that of Lin Jing.Lin Jing was talking to someone with his head tilted, with a gentle smile on his side.

"Brother Lin." Overjoyed, Huang Mao went up to pat Lin Jing on the shoulder, but the moment he touched him, he froze.It doesn't feel like human clothes, but like touching the surface of a tree, the bark is cracked and the lines are rough.

There was silence all around, and the thick fog made people feel suffocated, as if it was a moment when the eyes were blank.When Huangmao reacted, he stood in front of a tree with one hand sticking to the tree. He was horrified and wanted to back away, but found that the palm and the bark seemed to be stuck together.

Hee hee hee.The little girl's laughter came from the forest, ethereal and weird.Something cold fell on top of his head.

Huang Mao raised his head, almost fainting from fright.

It was a half-year-old baby whose skin had been pulled out, covered in a thin layer of flesh and blood.Young children have three or four rows of teeth in their mouths.It opened its mouth, and the saliva dripped down, its limbs clinging to the tree, and it was crawling towards him bit by bit from the top.