Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

The shopkeeper left after finishing speaking, without looking back at him, or telling him again, with a sense of determination.

Ding Mu felt that the phrase "don't go out these two days" told by the shop owner was the same as what his teacher told him before, "don't do small tricks in class". Curious pace.

The meaning of the phrase "don't go out" is sometimes the same as the meaning of "must go out and have a look".

The tendency of the second sentence is not even as strong as the first sentence.

Why don't you go out these two days?

Ding Mu thought for a while, and wanted to look for something similar to a calendar to take a look. After looking around twice, he saw it in an inconspicuous corner behind the logistics department.

He walked over and looked at it, comparing it with the words on the stone tablet that he remembered in his mind.

When I read it yesterday, I didn't read it very carefully, so now he feels a little bit lost in remembering the specific words on it, and it looks like any date.

This is a kind of calendar unique to this site. It uses the same special counting method as the stone tablet. A cycle is roughly equivalent to a week in the outside world.

This calendar doesn't seem to be flipped often, and a thick layer of dust fell on the cover. He touched it for a long time, and his hand was rustling. feeling bad.

What date is it today?Does no one read this calendar?So what's the use of having a calendar here?

He felt a little crazy.

I don't know if it was a system setting, but when he was scratching his head and feeling at a loss, a worker saw him.

The worker is also from this laundry. His appearance is the same as that of everyone here. He looks extremely stiff and his clothes are molded.

The man shouted from a distance: "What are you doing?"

Ding Mu was indulging in the difficulty of the calendar, when someone called out suddenly, his hands shook, and the calendar almost fell to the ground.

He came back to his senses, restrained himself, turned around calmly, and said, "It's nothing, I'm just curious."

"Curiosity?" The worker gave Ding Mu a strange look, and said, "There's nothing to be curious about. Maybe it will be your turn next time."

Ding Mu didn't know whether this was the setting of the game itself, or whether these characters had developed feelings in their long lives. Sometimes, the malice and ferocity in the eyes of these "NPCs" seemed as real as coming from their bodies. Self-produced and occupied their brains.

The malice in the worker's eyes was the same. It could be said that his eyes made him look like an outsider who accidentally occupied the NPC's body.

"That's not right. Me, it might be the next sacrifice, but it might also be you." Ding Mu shrugged, looking nonchalant, but he knew it was impossible, and he would never stay For the next sacrifice, he still has four days.

When the worker heard the last sentence, his expression twisted for a moment, he approached Ding Mu, and deliberately said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "As long as I let my uncle use the means, you don't have to. Wait any longer, just jump right in, stinky bitch."

The last two words are extremely dirty, it is a very disgusting sentence.

Ding Mu didn't get angry, but his eyes turned cold.

If he could see his appearance, he would find that his expression at this moment was very much like that little fairy in his previous life.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a thin wire on the calendar.

When he came, he looked around, and there were very few people around. It seemed that the workers in the laundry shop were on vacation today, but he didn't know why this person didn't leave, but stayed here, but it didn't matter.

There was no one else here, and there was no surveillance in the laundry. If he stabbed this grinning man to death here, no one would know.

It was strange that he had been a law-abiding citizen before, but now he didn't feel that it was a sinful thing to kill a person and lose a person's supposedly long life as a result.

A lot of sites here already stink.

The man kept approaching, with a ferocious smile on his face like a real person, his hands even touched his pants, as if he wanted to untie his belt.

At the same time, the strong smell of heather on this person also rushed into Ding Mu's nose, making it easy to think of what this person did just now.

"Who were you with just now? Or did you force someone?" Ding Mu could still remain calm at this moment, because he didn't think this person could beat him.

"Me? Does the boss dare to disobey my uncle's words? It's not coercion at all." The man had already untied his belt, "Your face looks good..."

"You and the boss...?" Ding Mu frowned, feeling unimaginable, and followed suit with the movement of pulling out the wire.

"Bah! Xiaosao! What a frustrating talk! I just fucked the boss's daughter!" The man became furious, tore off his pants, and rushed forward!

Before touching the delicate and tender skin he was thinking about, he screamed: "Ah——"

Ding Mu's five fingers turned into claws, grabbed the dog whip, hooped it with wire, and strangled it!

The pain in people is hard to hold.

Even if Ding Mu was the one who carried out this act, seeing this person's expression, he couldn't help the pain in his crotch.

The author says:

Put up a paragraph first, and I will add it to this chapter later to prevent pirated texts from being updated simultaneously.already completed