The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, but Ren Yifei was selected for the first time to participate in the welfare dungeon selection.

The system notified the selected person three days in advance: they are allowed to carry one ghost card and two props other than ghost cards, and they are allowed to use two active skills.

Since this kind of prompt is given, it means that the official's basic judgment on this dungeon is 'middle-end game'.

"In the mid-level game of the Hundreds, there are also huge opportunities in the risks." There are already players on the Internet who are analyzing this dungeon.

For ordinary players, the middle-end game with hundreds of players is already close to or exceeds the low-difficulty copy of the high-end game.This is still a bonus dungeon. It's hard to say, the real difficulty is not the mid-level game, but the high-end game.

It's not that there have been cases where the mid-end game has changed to a high-end game, and the entire army of players has been wiped out.

However, the welfare of the Hundreds is also the highest.

Whether it is the final reward or the props that may be obtained in the game, the drop rate is three times that of the normal copy.There may even be powerful rare skills.

Many people got top-quality props that are not sold in the mall from the hundred-member group, and they are very good to sell for their own use.

So every time there is a group of hundreds of people, many people sign up.

"Do you still remember that person's battle of fame? The only survivor of the high-end hundred-member group." A certain player changed the topic.

"Saman? Has he been a bit miserable recently? He suddenly had a falling out with Tianhong, and then disappeared." The player immediately guessed that Saman is also a little famous among the bottom players.

"There are rumors in the rivers and lakes, it is said that he was hunted down, and there is a reward of ten gold shells and ten thousand white shells. I don't know if it's someone who offended him before, or... 噫, before the birds are gone, are you going to cook the dog and hide the bow?" Passer-by Walking by, I couldn't help but interject.

"Who said it was Tianhong? Don't talk nonsense without evidence. It was Saman who supported himself, but he failed and was driven away. I don't think Hong En will be better in the future without Saman as a shit-stirring stick." Some people refute.

The passer-by fan of Saman was immediately dissatisfied: "With Saman's ability, he can be forced to flee? Don't just want to leave Hong Enbu's situation?"

"Arrangement? Ha, he is like a dog in the water without power. Arrangement? Don't put money on your master's face."

There are also people who are entangled in the amount of the reward: "Only ten gold shells? Who is this looking down on? Which player on the star list does not have hundreds of gold shells? Boss Saman is one of the top [-] players. Boss XX also said that every Yue San Jin Bei invited him to work with him."

"Rumor? How can gold shells be so easy to earn? Of course, silver shells are even more difficult."

These people quarreled, quarreling out of a hundred-story building, and the topic completely broke away.

"I heard that he is also selected for this hundred-member group." The insider broke the news, trying to bring the topic back to the hundred-member welfare dungeon.

However, it was of no use.

The topic went completely awry, and everyone began to discuss a hapless ghost named Saman.

Ren Yifei frowned and closed the forum, feeling confused. He originally wanted to know what happened to the Hundred Members Group, but everything went wrong.

"Saman? Why does it sound familiar?" Ren Yifei shook his head, putting the matter aside for now.

On the other side of East Star City, the matter of Saman has just started to ferment.

Because Saman's superficial skills are in place, he has never expressed his dissatisfaction with Tianhong in the past. Even if he really has wolf ambitions, what those who don't know will only see his loyalty without complaint or regret.

Therefore, he suddenly fell out with Tianhong and left resolutely, and the public opinion was not one-sided.

His former subordinates were all in trouble. They didn't believe that Saman left voluntarily. There must be some conspiracy in it, maybe it was forced by Tianhong.

"The boss must have been threatened? Tianhong, the dog!" Mu Zhi, who was in charge of information, was gnashing his teeth while criticizing and commenting on the Internet.

"Boss, where are you now?" Daoyue called Saman.

Where?Saman looked at the place he was randomly teleported to, which was an endless wilderness.

Weeds are everywhere here, and there are a few thin and small trees growing here.Red, brown, yellow, blue...five or six colors are mixed together, not messy, but colorful and beautiful.

I just can't see the animal, I don't know if it's there or it's hiding.

At the end of his sight, he saw a gray thing, he didn't know what it was, like a rock, or a wild goat with gray fur hiding in the grass.

Saman raised the binoculars and found that it was a concrete house standing there alone.It is obviously a man-made thing, but the rough style of painting blends perfectly with this wilderness.Its owner should also be a chic person, right?

Saman can't be that chic, alone in the wasteland but not lonely and pitiful.He habitually hides himself and protects himself with various obstacles.

The most suitable place for him to live in should be the dense forest in the distance, with layers of overlapping trees and intertwined shadows of trees.

He can build a tree house there, choose the strongest tree, not too tall, too tall and conspicuous.

He will be staying here for the next few months.

"Boss?" Seeing that there was no talking, Daoyue thought something happened, and his voice was an octave higher.

"Well, I heard." Saman said as he walked, his feet stepped on the uneven ground, half of his body was in the weeds, "It's not convenient for me to tell you where I am, I will tell you when I am more stable. "

Daoyue knew that he must have his own plan, so he stopped asking: "Boss, be careful with the hundred people."

"I know."

Daoyue glanced around, even though it was her own home, she still lowered her voice and covered her mouth with her hands: "It's not just because of Tianhong. I heard that this hundred-member group is a bit special."

"How to say?" Saman stopped and raised his hand to wipe his sweat.

"The top ten in the star list will have some special sources. Seven of them have asked their juniors to sign up for this hundred-member group. But I don't know how many will be selected. I guess, this time, there may be top-quality props or top-quality skills."

Hearing this news, Saman frowned.

None of the ten people had a simple role, and the ones they sent must be very capable and favored by them.

It's not tricky, it's just a little unexpected, but he won't feel pressured by it.

Other than him, they are all opponents, some can be drawn in, some can be used, and some need to be eradicated, that's all.

"What is there to be afraid of?" Ren Yifei was sitting in the room playing Sudoku, the sun was shining on him and his desk through the window, and his mood improved accordingly.

The guide elf looked at 'Mood Swing 0.06', it seemed that he was really in a good mood.

"What do other players have to do with me? I'm only in charge of acting, and everything else has nothing to do with me." He held his face, and his voice was full of the laziness of the afternoon sun.

"But the previous perfect clearance..." Just as the guide elf opened his mouth, Ren Yifei's nerves tensed.

Don't expose my scars, we can still be friends.

"It was an accident before," he emphasized, "it just happened to meet a character who had a direct connection with a 'ghost' and had to do a task. Do you think I can run into this character once in a while?"

"Impossible... right?" The guide elf hesitated.

"Why add one?" Ren Yifei's mood index dropped by 1 percentage point.

"Impossible!" The guide elf said seriously.

"Well, I think so too. For characters that are directly related to 'ghosts', it's not right to meet one character, and another one? How could there be such a coincidence?"

He said the last sentence with a guilty conscience, but he quickly said with confidence: "I don't do the main task, can someone force me to do it? Impossible. In short, apart from acting, I don't know how to do any unnecessary things."

Ren Yifei didn't do anything for the next two days, just quietly at home, feeling the essence of the sun and the moon, and breathing the aura of heaven and earth.

Then on the last day, he went into the game lying in bed.

Before he woke up, the ethereal singing sound flew over, like a small feather scratching his eardrums, and he didn't know what was under him, swaying, making his whole body soft and relaxed.

This entry, he likes it.

Come on, try your newest skill: resume.

He pulled out a piece of paper:

Mr. Crane, the red-crowned crane gets the moonlight and becomes refined. It has been refined for thousands of years. It is male.

He likes to eat fish, shrimp, shellfish, fruits and vegetables, and dislikes red meat. He seems to be cold and clean, but he is actually a soft-tempered person.

hiss.

Dan, Ding, and Crane are the "smart" ones among the cranes.

Ren Yifei immediately brushed his hair with his backhand.

Fortunately, the hair is thick and soft, and the human-shaped red-crowned crane does not have the slight problem of baldness.

It was only later that he noticed that the "little problem" of "animals becoming spirits" turned out to be a fantasy background.

This is troublesome. Under the fantasy world view, many things cannot be 'reasoned with common sense' at all, and his observation and analysis skills that he is proud of are all discounted in half.

"Master, Tingyun Pavilion is here." A delicate voice outside the sedan chair reminded him.

On the platform of Tingyun Pavilion, the ghosts who were drinking and enjoying singing and dancing suddenly heard a faint singing.

"Where is the singing coming from?" A big demon raised his head.

The other big demon put down his wine glass, and he looked towards the sky, with an unconscious smile: "Here is an old friend, and I haven't seen him in a hundred years."

"Who?"

"Mr. Crane, he is very particular, and he should be accompanied by singing and dancing when he travels."

"It's really him? Has he finished his retreat?" The big monster also thought of it, curled his lips in disgust, "Mr. Crane has a lot of things, he likes white clothes, he doesn't eat meat, and he takes baths several times a day."

"You can't say that, Mr. He just loves cleanliness and doesn't eat meat, so can he be called a stinky problem?"

On the question of 'Is Mr. Crane busy', the monsters had a heated discussion.

He Jun is a different kind among demons, there are many people who love him, but also many people hate him.The former looks at the face, the latter looks at the face... other than that.

In the end, they came to a conclusion: Mr. He is very particular, but he is also really good-looking.

"Mr. Crane is very beautiful, shouldn't Ai Jie?" As long as he is good-looking, anything is fine.

Soon, a group of people came up from the clouds in the distance.

The first few maids cleared the way, the petals of flowers passing by were like snow, and there was even a dark fragrance coming with the sound of singing.

Eight beautiful children carried the sedan chair through the clouds, with two round pink faces, happy eyebrows and smiling eyes, and with a slight lift of their feet, they jumped slowly across the clouds with the sedan chair attached.

Half of the sun was exposed above the clouds, giving this exquisite sedan chair a layer of gold.

This is a very beautiful sedan chair, with three-story three-dimensional sculptures on the top of the sedan chair, surrounded by four seasons of scenery, hundreds of insects, fish, birds and animals, big and small, each of which is vivid.

Both sides of the sedan chair below are also made of a lot of high-quality wood, and on the wall are pasted silk embroidery paintings that first-class craftsmen can only weave in four or five years.

Looking at this painting from a distance, I can only feel that the colors are gorgeous and radiant.When I looked closely, I found that it was a handsome red-crowned crane, spreading its wings towards the red sun in the blue and silver auspicious clouds.

"Tsk." A gorgeous-looking monster couldn't help snorting, stretched out his hand and slapped his obsessed companion hard, "Pretending."

The companion was helpless: "Peacock, didn't you admire Mr. Crane before? Why did you suddenly hate him so much?"

"Who appreciates him?"

There are not many monsters who don't like Mr. He, but no matter how reluctant they are, they are big monsters and they always want to greet them when they see them.

Therefore, as soon as Mr. He's sedan chair landed on the platform, the monster who was not strong enough would stand up spontaneously and greet him, "I have seen Mr. He."

The maid paper figurines retreated to the sides, and with their white and slender fingers, they lifted the gauze curtain, and a man came out from inside.

This man is eight feet tall, with a handsome appearance. Although he looks forward to the brilliance, there is no trace in his eyes. Everything is like a cloud of smoke, very chic and at ease.

His black hair is tied in a jade crown, his cloak hangs down on the ground, and he holds a small fan made of black bones. From where he stands, there is a faint fragrance of coldness, which lifts people's spirits.

The musician stopped playing music, the dancer stopped singing and dancing, everyone looked at him, and the banquet was silent for a while.

I haven't seen him for a hundred years, but Mr. Crane's style is even better than before.

Ren Yifei nodded to everyone, his eyes slowly swept over the big monster present.He took a look at the gorgeous big monster who just didn't like his attitude just now, and blushed: "What are you looking at?"

Ren Yifei had just arrived and hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he said in his heart that if he didn't read it, he shouldn't read it, it doesn't hinder him.

Sure enough, he didn't look at him, and the big demon was not happy: "Why do you look at everyone, but not me?"

Ren Yifei: ...

Are you sick?

The author has something to say: Guiding the Elf: Will it go well this time?

A Fei: 'Right'?

Guide Elf: It will be smooth this time!

Self-deception is not a chieftain.

Volume Three: Spring Banquet