Inhuman Rampage [Unlimited]

After the challenge in the fighting arena was over, Bai Yu found the earl and said, "Have you opened any relics in the second round?"

"Whatever," said the count.

Bai Yu said: "Where do you put it in?"

"You have the final say." The count didn't lift his head.

"..." Bai Yu knew this was the result, "Then I'll just open it casually, if it's my ghost clan alliance first."

"All right," said the count.

"I made a request," Bai Yu knew that he didn't like to answer, so he continued, "Don't attack Wen Gu."

The count finally looked up at him and smiled: "Why are you like this?"

"You won't?" Bai Yu doubted.

"No," the earl rubbed his wrist, and said calmly, "If you can't get it, you will destroy it. You ghosts have always been more fond of doing it."

Bai Yu snorted, and said in a bad mood: "What about your blood race?"

"There's nothing we can't get," laughed the count.

Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, and his face changed slightly: "What do you mean? Didn't you say you won't rob me?"

"I didn't say that." The count said lightly.

"..." Bai Yu replied for a moment, as if it was true, and immediately said, "Wen Gu himself chose the Ghost Race Alliance, and he also likes my Ghost Race Princess. The agreement can be said, and to a certain extent, it does not violate the subjective wishes of the players."

"Subjective will can be changed," said the earl.

Bai Yu: "... Which princess of the blood clan has he taken a fancy to?"

Bai Yu paused, then smiled lightly and said, "I don't think he will choose your blood race. If you beat him like that, he would like to avoid you."

The count said nothing, straightened his long legs, and reached for the water on the table.

The sleeve moved up the arm while stretching, Bai Yu stared at the bandage exposed on his wrist, his face changed suddenly: "You did it on purpose!"

If this guy was weak in self-healing ability, he would have died hundreds of times, and this small injury is still plastered with bandages.

"I'm really thirsty." The earl said lightly.

"..." Bai Yu gritted his teeth. After all, he is well-bred, so he quickly smiled calmly, "I have to thank you today, Da Gong Wu Zi took the initiative to teach me the face of the ghost patriarch."

"Courtesy first, soldiers later," the count drank the water, "otherwise I'm afraid that your ghost clan will not be able to come down tomorrow."

"..." Every time Bai Yu talked to him, he felt that he would lose ten years of life, "My ghost clan is no worse than your blood clan."

"Are they as good as I?" said the count.

"No..." Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, wondering why he was so smug all of a sudden, "I'm telling you something serious."

"I am asking seriously," said the Count.

"Okay, don't be rude."

He didn't hear a big man calmly use "good-looking" to describe himself.

Don't dare to say that the earl is good-looking, I guess he has no tongue, but he is also... Anyway, he is really good-looking, and there are many men in his ghost clan who secretly like the earl.

There is no way, the blood race is like this, meat and vegetables are not taboo, and men eat all.

It turned out that this guy knew he was good-looking.

Bai Yu completely decided to give up communicating with him: "I'll see you at the prop field tomorrow, don't forget to promise me if you lose, at least don't attack him."

"Conversely, he belongs to my undead blood family. Are you sure you can't attack him?" The count looked at him.

Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, and sighed: "I can't do it. You know in our clan, everyone has the right to speak, so no one can be the master. At least your father and you in your clan can decide most of the things. .”

"Promises are not of equal value, so why should I promise you?" the earl asked lazily.

"...It's too much!" Bai Yu was so angry and helpless, he should not make things difficult for him, after all, everyone knows that Wen Gu's current significance is extraordinary, and sighed, "Forget it, each depends on his own ability."

"By the way," Bai Yu said, "You are number one in the men's item list, so you should probably be picked away by the number one in melee combat tomorrow? I see that the list of items is currently ranked like this. What are you asking for? Or is it determined by the elders of the clan?"

The count frowned: "I don't know, they didn't tell me."

Bai Yu sighed.

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.His family is in turmoil and his heart is not in harmony. He is placed with the earl. Their blood clan is relatively authoritarian, and he has such a powerful father. To put it nicely, the earl is a godson.

His father ordered the count to participate in this session, leaving offspring.

In fact, he guessed that the earl was not willing to do this at all. Interracial mating evolved, and the probability of success was very small. If it failed, the weaker side would probably die. Of course, there is a small chance of success.

It is only natural that the blood clan would put their minds on the earl. The earl and the descendants of the clan are the natural kings, born with the powerful genes of the blood clan and the unlimited potential of the clan.

But who wants to be a reproductive tool?Who wants future generations to be restrained?

Earl Insulator, besides being young, how could he not have similar concerns?

……

After finishing the game, Wen Wusheng called the dean again, this time the connection was finally made, Wen Wusheng was relieved.

Over there, the dean's voice was gentle and exhausted: "Wu Sheng, needless to say, I know everything that happened in the game."

Wen Wusheng paused for breath: "You know?"

The dean is the one he admires the most, there is no one, he is almost omnipotent, omniscient.

The dean said, "I asked Lao Sun to lure you in."

"..." He knew it!

When he saw Ye Zeming, he felt that something was wrong. Later, when he couldn't get through to the dean, he became even more suspicious.

Ye Zeming is the grandson of the dean, and he is usually assigned to the most important tasks. Even if the ghost team is sent to investigate such a holographic supernatural game like this, it cannot be sent directly to Ye Zeming all at once. Ming and the dean are so close, and some of them are first-hand information.

In this way, Ye Zeming played the game so seriously and was so obsessed with No.1. It is easy to explain. The director knew about it early on and told Ye Zeming.

Lao Sun is the father of Sun Qingxue and Sun Wanqiu, and he is also the line of contact with him.

No wonder he couldn't get through to the dean before. He dared to avoid him. He called Lao Sun and asked Lao Sun. The guy spoke nicely and clearly lied.

He said there was something wrong with that guy's tone.

"Why did you do this to me?" Wen Wusheng gnawed his hand again in aggrieved way.

"I told you earlier that there are many ghosts inside, would you be willing to go?" the dean said with a smile.

"...Then you don't lie to me," Wen Wusheng said sullenly, "Aren't you afraid that I'll get mixed up and die inside?"

"Have you been around for so many years, are you dead?" the dean said with a smile.

"..." Wen Wusheng said, "So why?"

"Have fun with the game. I'm good to you. I'm not free these two days. Come to me in two days. I'll try to explain it to you," the dean said.

"Oh... I see." Wen Wusheng felt a little depressed.

"By the way, I took a look at the sky." The dean said.

Wen Wusheng said: "Is it bad luck?"

"No," said the dean, "you used to be a pool of stagnant water, but recently the red luan star is moving, the star temple is flourishing, and the brightness is very good. I checked the trend, and the result is probably good, so if you meet the right one, hurry up." Opportunity, otherwise there is a single life."

Wen Wusheng: "...it's dead."

What a fart, if the astronomical phenomena I've seen are accurate, then he's going to go crazy.

……

At two o'clock in the morning of the next day, Wen Wusheng received a message from "Ghost Runner" on his mobile phone.

[Tonight is the first time for players to participate in the props celebration for collecting props. Players with thousands of rankings in the whole server must be present. 】

Zhou Yun rubbed his eyes, turned around crookedly, lay on the door of Wen Wusheng's room, looked at Wen Wusheng who was eating melon seeds while watching ghost movies, and said listlessly: "Boss, aren't you sleepy?" ?”

It's okay for him to stay up late and stay up all day, but even staying up for three days is the time when he is most likely to be depressed and commit suicide to play games, and he really can't stand it.

"Not sleepy." Wen Wusheng said.

Zhou Yun was convinced. Wen Wusheng slept unconsciously during the day and didn't do anything at night. He was still the kind who became more energetic the later he was at home. The sleepier he was at home, the more energetic he was. It is reasonable to say that if it is normal, this kind of death will be long-term. His body is useless, but his physical examination is healthier than anyone else.

"Boss, do you want to share your interest in this broken game?" Zhou Yun walked over resignedly holding his laptop.

When the game is launched every day, it happens to be the most energetic time for Wen Wusheng every day.

Wen Wusheng: "That's not very good."

"Your breath doesn't look like a ghost." Zhou Yunwu complained.

Ever since he recognized his boss's true strength, he had invisibly deepened his doubts.

"Actually, I doubted that too." Wen Wusheng said with a smile.

Zhou Yun: "..."

The second joked, and boarded the game again, the world chat was more lively than the first day of the server.

【Oh my god, does Qianbang have this benefit? !I knew I would not paddle, woo woo woo]

[This game is so high-end, and the item rewards are also bound to real npc elves, what a concept to do whatever you want]

[This is even better than an inflatable doll, it's amazing, this is actually a free game]

[Cultivation system? ?Me and my props cultivate? 】

[Wait--fertility, I can't get pregnant with npc, right? ?This is much worse than the marriage system...]

【Really? ?I'm not dreaming, am I? ?Have you reached this point in the game? ? 】

[Ah, can I bid farewell to the mother-fetal single and fall in love with my husband? 】

[I heard that the higher the ranking, the more beautiful and handsome the NPC]

[Wow, isn't that good news? ? ? 】

【Ah ah ah ah I will definitely play seriously next time】

[What are you happy about? A lot of new players have come in. I heard that the novice dungeon is open to them today. They should join us in the second round. It will be even more difficult to make it to the top of the thousand list.]

……

Zhou Yun's eyes widened: "Is this true?"

Wen Wusheng had a headache, this must not be true, it would be embarrassing to force it on him, he wanted props, not beauty.

Zhou Yun said: "Boss! You can finally bid farewell to the list!"

Wen Wusheng: "..." Thank you, I don't, I am proud of myself.

Game prompt sound: [Please go to the central venue of the ghost school. 】

When Wen Wusheng and Zhou Yun arrived, there were already tens of thousands of players gathered there.

When the players saw Wen Gu, they spontaneously made way for him. They were used to this plain face, and this is the real big guy who doesn't show his face.

Compared with Ming Yekong, who has outstanding looks and temperament, the story of the ugly man hugging the beauty is obviously more in line with the expectations of diao fans. Countless male players suddenly felt sympathy for Wen Gu, as if they saw their own bright side in Wen Gu In the future, denying Wen Gu at this time is tantamount to denying himself, so Wen Gu's curb suddenly improved, and his voice was far higher than that of the second bright night sky.

Wen Wusheng walked all the way, many male players came up to greet him friendly.

Wen Wusheng was suddenly flattered.

It turns out that he has always been unpopular in the spirit school because he is handsome?

The stage of the prop celebration is about 1.5 meters high, and players from all directions can clearly see the situation on the stage.

Sun Wanqiu was almost across the table from Wen Wusheng, she saw him as soon as he walked in.

Sun Wanqiu stared at him with complicated eyes.

She asked him why he came here, and whether what happened back then was what they said, but she didn't seem to have the position to ask, Wen Wusheng never liked to explain.

It turned out that even though he had been away from the supernatural group, the spiritual school, and the metaphysical academy for so many years, he still quietly surpassed them all.

Sun Wanqiu felt disappointed.

"He's really good-looking."

"Yeah, but big brother, he doesn't rely on his face for food."

Later, some players were discussing Wen Wusheng's appearance, Sun Wanqiu turned her head and said coldly, "You are the only one with average looks."

The male player was startled, and just about to refute, seeing that it was Sun Wanqiu, he reluctantly let it go, and whispered to the friend next to him: "I'm not wrong, why are you so fierce?"

Sun Wanqiu stared at Wen Wusheng's unrecognizable face and sighed secretly.

How many girls fell on his face back then.

But he didn't like any of them.

He is really picky, he said that he likes beautiful girls, and pretty girls follow each other one after another, he is good to each, but he doesn't care about each, he doesn't give any words, and he doesn't even want to flirt with each other.

Sun Wanqiu really couldn't imagine how Wen Wusheng would like it, but it was probably in his lifetime.

He does it on his own merit.

Every time a player on the thousand list came, a name would be displayed on the list, and after 5 minutes, all the players on the thousand list had arrived.

The host is still the ghost clan Bai Yu.

"I don't need to say more, everyone already understands the basics, I will simply emphasize a few, one, the majority of male players in this game, there are 744 male players on the server's thousand list, and 256 players, players please go to the table on the left for male props At the leaderboard, male players, please go to the props leaderboard on the right table."

"Second, the npcs given by the binding of items in this game are basically ranked according to their appearance. And the better."

"Please note that appearance varies from person to person. We have relative judgment standards. Players can choose their favorite props according to their own aesthetics."

"Of course, it doesn't mean that the better the effect of the item, the more suitable it is. The effect and shape of a certain item are fixed and will not change with the player, so for example, a player of the long-range system, there is no need to choose the item of a melee player with cold weapons."

"Because of the existence of these two, we implement the rules for players to pick items," Bai Yu suddenly looked at Wen Gu beside the table, and said with a smile, "For example, the number one in the server can choose any item from 1-744 on the item list, I want you to be satisfied with the npc of the item effect and item binding."

Tens of thousands of players were in an uproar.

"Fuck!!! 1 pick 744!! Oh my God!!!"

"I regret it, I rely on it!!"

"Wen Gu seems to have entered a paradise among ghosts???"

Wen Wusheng: "..."

Bai Yu was obviously satisfied with the player's reaction, and continued: "The second one is picked after the first one, and so on."

"I'm stupid, so there is no choice for the 1000? What if it happens to be a melee combat, what about the remaining support items?"

"So in the end, you just pick the house and pick the rest?"

"God, why don't I make progress, woo woo woo."

"Then in case both of them like a prop, isn't it the one who has the highest ranking? Oh my god, Wen Gu has become the man I most envy..."

Wen Wusheng: "..." Why do they always cue him.

Bai Yu said calmly: "I have to make a name for myself. The promotion said 'do whatever you want', the premise is that the npc is bound, and the player has enough power to resonate with the npc. We are a legal and decent game, and any player's misbehavior , will be severely punished, please do not try it lightly, otherwise you will bear the consequences.”

"Understood!!!" All the players cheered happily.

Wen Wusheng sighed secretly, players can't beat the ghosts bound with props, no, to put it bluntly, it's not the bound ghosts who have the final say, these group of ghosts will become real licking dogs sooner or later.

Fortunately he could see through.

Bai Yu said: "Binding NPCs to chat with in the game instance, there is no actual combat use, and the use is the item book."

"The last one, the item celebration will be held again after each copy of the game ends."

"Understood!!!" The excessive cooperation of the players showed their impatience.

Bai Yu had no choice but to speak faster: "Do you have any questions?"

"No!!!"

Amidst the sound of "No", Wen Wusheng silently raised his hand.

"..." Bai Yu looked at him, "Say it quickly."

Tens of thousands of players urged.

Wen Wusheng said: "The item list is fixed, but the player's ranking basically changes after each game copy, so that is to say, if the ranking is dropped, the player will not be able to choose the original item?"

The audience suddenly fell silent, they were dazzled by the gimmick, and only now did they realize the danger of the rules.

Bai Yu smiled intriguingly: "So if you like the npc that is bound to an item, please do your best to improve the ranking in the dungeon and get a relatively high priority, otherwise they may be picked by other players in the next round , become the boyfriend or friend of another player."

The whole audience was crying and howling.

Bai Yu took a deep look at Wen Wusheng, suppressed a smirk, and said word by word: "Especially the top props with fierce competition."