Penitent hand, trembling slightly

In the end, Lou Jingmo took off his coat, and by the way asked for a coat for the golden retriever outside.

The two women were wrapped in coats, shivering from the night wind, and followed Lou Jingmo back.

The huge castle is empty, and the women on the oil painting don't know where they went. The sound of four footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor, and the candles in front and behind occasionally alternated, and sometimes eight shadows were cast on the carpet.

On the way back, Lou Jingmo said in a popular way: "If it is Shangzhou, then the progress of this dungeon is not abnormal. He is one of the four major trade unions. I forgot what the old man is. He has a high IQ and ability. Strong, and the most important thing is efficiency. Most of the dungeons he participated in will be cleared within three days, and the more difficult ones will be cleared in about four days."

The female newcomer seems to understand but not understand.

Shen Maomao asked: "Isn't he the president of this [I forgot what it's called]? Then don't they have more god-level players in their guild?"

Lou Jingmo: "...I mean, I forgot the name of this guild."

Shen Maomao smiled awkwardly but politely: "You just need to understand what I mean."

Lou Jingmo: "The overall strength of their guild seems to be number one, right? I can't remember, there are many old players in it."

The golden retriever immediately offered a flattery: "I think, no matter how powerful he is, he is not as powerful as you, Miss Xiaolou!"

Shen Maomao: "..." Damn it!Got preempted!

The yard was brightly lit, and a group of crows were squatting on the fence of the rose garden, their small dark eyes reflecting the silhouettes of several people.The breeze blows, the leaves rustle, there seems to be a strange rhythm.

"Ah!" Shen Maomao sneezed and groped his nose twice, "Except for that boss, everyone else died, right?" Otherwise, why can't we see other people?

"Impossible." Lou Jingmo said lightly, "He Yongchang and freckles, even if you die, they won't die."

Shen Maomao: "..." It's too real.

……

Lou Jingmo yanked open the door of their room, and a large cloud of smoke poured out, causing the three of them to back away again and again.

The golden retriever asked nervously, "Is it on fire?"

"Ahem." Shen Maomao coughed dryly twice, "This was an accident..."

Lou Jingmo said: "Let's go to other people's rooms." Anyway, they might not be able to come back.

But the latter sentence was too thin and cold, so she didn't say it.

The four touched the door of the three maids' rooms, and there was a small lock hanging outside the door. They did not come back as Lou Jingmo expected.

The airtight room made Shen Maomao feel much warmer. She found matches and dry wood from the corner of the room, tore a few more pieces of paper, and lit them in the brazier.Two people in cool clothes warmed up around the brazier.

The newcomer said: "Thank you for being willing to bring me..."

Shen Maomao said nonchalantly: "It's a matter of convenience, and you are so smart, I guess you can escape without us."

Hearing what she said, Lou Jingmo couldn't help but take another look at the woman, curled his lips and said nothing.

The golden retriever was pushed by the women onto the bed near the door, and asked weakly, "What shall we do next?"

Lou Jingmo yawned unhurriedly, and said: "There is a picture from the master, we just wait for the ready-made one."

"Then we won't be able to get any props?" Shen Maomao asked anxiously.

Lou Jingmo looked confident: "Shangzhou pushes the pictures very quickly, but it will also miss the side plot. Rest well tonight. Let's go outside tomorrow to find the side plot."

There was indeed a lot going on all day.

It was already early morning, and the golden retriever, who had become an old horse and had been frightened all day long, couldn't control his eyelids. He fell asleep as soon as he lay on the bed, and even snored lightly.

Shen Maomao was not only tired but also cold.She leaned on the pillow, hugged the quilt tightly, and listened to the regular purring of the golden retriever, and her consciousness gradually disappeared.

Early the next morning, Lou Jingmo woke them up.

This was the third day they had entered this dungeon, and all the people in the manor had died, and the plot had come to an end.

Shen Maomao and the newcomer who said she was Wen Muyan put on the spare maid outfit they found out of the cabinet, yawned and went out the door.

The servants' rooms were right next to the gate, so as soon as Shen Maomao walked out of the main gate of the house, he saw two guards standing guard at the gate of the manor holding wooden warehouses.

She asked Lou Jingmo in a daze, "Aren't they all dead?"

Lou Jingmo also frowned: "Something is wrong."

The four of them came to the cafeteria according to their daily schedule, only to find that not only the npcs were still there, but also the three maids who hadn't returned all night yesterday were also in the kitchen!Also sat with two other guards!

On another table far away from them, Dongfang, who was facing them, waved to them and motioned them to sit down.And the indifferent back opposite him, you don't need to look carefully at Shen Maomao to recognize it - it's freckles

It seems that these two people survived yesterday's mutation.

The three received black bread and hot water as usual. Wen Muyan, who had been a tutor for two days, was obviously not used to such simple and rough food, but he didn't say much, but sat silently around the two men with a plate.

As soon as they sat down, Freckles widened his eyes in surprise, looked at Shen Maomao in disbelief and said, "You're not dead?!"

Shen Maomao didn't even lift his eyelids: "Everyone, each other."

Dongfang didn't ask about Wen Muyan, and directly talked about the plot: "We never had a chance to enter the castle. Not long after sending you in, a gust of wind suddenly blew out of the castle."

"wind?"

Dongfang nodded: "Whoever touches will die... To be precise, it should be turned into ashes."

"The gust of wind attacks completely indiscriminately. Regardless of the player or the npc, as long as it is touched, it will be turned into a pile of ashes... How can humans see the trajectory of the wind? We can only judge where it is based on the death of nearby npcs. Fleeing back to the dormitory in embarrassment."

"Everyone outside was dead yesterday except me and Freckles, but..." He looked around and didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present understood what he meant.

——But today everyone was revived again.

Dongfang talked about his own experience, and Shen Maomao naturally couldn't be stingy about not sharing their experience with the group.She briefly described the experience of several people, and then said: "Did the people in the room also come back to life? Then do we need to return to work?"

The two men looked at each other, but neither spoke first.

Shen Maomao and Wen Muyan reflexively went to see Lou Jingmo, waiting for the answer from the Great God.

Golden Retriever... Golden Retriever feels that he has been abandoned by the organization.

Lou Jingmo slowly soaked the black bread into hot water, and then said: "At least two people are still alive, but they didn't join us."

One of these two people must be Shang Zhou, who would the other be?

Lou Jingmo didn't elaborate.

Originally, they planned to go outside to do a branch after dinner, but because they were not sure whether the npc inside the castle had been resurrected, they planned to go to the castle to have a look first.

Lou Jingmo and Jin Mao are not qualified to enter the castle, but they are just testing to see if there is anyone inside, and there is no need for them to send out their entire army.

Dongfang and Wen Muyan took the initiative to take over the work and walked towards the gate of the castle, while Lou Jingmo and the others went to the rose garden, waiting for them to come back.

The roses in the garden were still shaking their heads left and right with the wind. Looking at them, Shen Maomao always felt that there was something wrong with these roses, but she couldn't tell where the strangeness originated.Seeing her serious expression, Lou Jingmo couldn't help following her gaze into the garden.

A great player is a great player, what Shen Maomao couldn't see for a long time, she understood at a glance.But this is already very sensitive for a newcomer like Shen Maomao.

"Not yet?" she said.

Shen Maomao's facial features huddled together: "These roses... have grown a little taller?"

Lou Jingmo showed an approving look: "Yes." It's not that he has grown a little taller, but he has grown a lot taller.Yesterday they had reached only her calves, but today they have grown above her knees.

The golden retriever still didn't dare to get close to the rose garden, and only dared to look at it from a distance, but it was because of the different angles that he saw something that Lou Jingmo and Shen Maomao couldn't see: "Sister Xiaolou, sister Rabbit! The ground of this flower field seems to be a little bulging..."

After all, he has personally rolled on it and has the right to speak more than anyone else.

Lou Jingmo immediately squatted down to look, and soon stood up frowning, went to the tree next to him, picked up a wooden shovel, and handed it to Jin Mao: "Go, dig and see."

Golden Retriever: "QAQ Why do I dig holes every time? I dare not!"

Shen Maomao pushed him from behind: "Go, Xiao Jin, sisters will protect you."

The Golden Retriever took out a small life-saving prop from the props bar and clenched it tightly. Feeling full of security, he picked up the shovel tremblingly and started digging.

Freckles was standing not far from them, unable to blend into the small group of three.He looked at their quarreling figures, and said dryly, "You two have a good relationship..."

Shen Maomao sighed: "You think too much, in fact, we just have a good relationship on the surface, commonly known as plastic sisterhood."

While digging, Golden Retriever shouted, "Who are you sisters?"

Shen Maomao spread his hands: "Look, he still scolds me."

This wave of bright and dark behavior made the freckles on his forehead twitch. He really couldn't control himself, gave Shen Maomao a pair of big white eyes, and then moved out of the garden automatically, out of sight and out of mind.

Shen Maomao didn't care what he thought, but was relieved to see him go out.

There is nothing abnormal about this man with freckles, but Shen Maomao always feels that he has a bloody smell that no one else has, like... a desperado who has killed people.Even after the freckles turned out to be very mediocre, the feeling didn't diminish in the slightest.

She stared blankly at the roses in a daze, and the golden retriever murmured to herself: "Why are roses so honest today?"

Indeed, since the golden retriever started digging the mud, the roses have not shaken their heads.

But why did she feel that there weren't so many flowers around Jin Mao just now?

She looked up, but found that almost all the "flowers" of the roses had gathered around the golden retriever, and there were even only green bushes left on the other side of the flower field!

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