After the full-level boss lifts the coffin [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing the disgusted expression on a snake's face, Huang Mao felt that he was probably crazy.

The wooden boat swayed with the water, and he, who is usually able to hold steady in front of a ghost, is holding on to the side of the boat and vomits dizzily.

That little white snake, which looked ordinary and was only as thick as a chopstick, looked over at this moment.

And its owner is even more strange, bald, wearing a white monk robe that is nothing but good-looking farts, his hands are neatly folded on his lower abdomen, and the black ring has no lines. He can tell at a glance that he is a novice sent in by the main god to collect his head .

Just as he was thinking, the monk who was scrutinized by him suddenly opened his eyes, and slowly, as if getting up from his own bedroom.

hula-

There was a strong wind, and nearly a hundred wooden boats were pushed to the only ferry on the river bank. Huang Mao didn't have time to think about it, and retched heart-piercingly against the water.

Looking up at Xie Xuan's face and washing his eyes, Wen Jiu commented: 【It's a fool. 】

Everything that was in his mind was written on his face, thanks to him letting the smelly monk pretend to be asleep and be vigilant.

"Brother, please help me, my legs are a little weak." A hoarse and weak cry for help came from behind, and Xie Xuan, who was about to step off the boat, turned around and saw the sallow yellow hair.

Mistakenly thinking that the other party was not used to his overly modern address, Huang Mao's brain twitched, and he tentatively changed his words: "Uh... this holy monk?"

After making sure that there was no strange dirt on the other party, Xie Xuan stopped, stretched out his empty right arm, and asked Huang Mao to borrow his strength.

"Thank you." I never expected that I would be so seasick from a boat. Huang Mao stepped on Xie Xuan's boat, his steps were soft, but he jumped to the shore nimbly.

The number of boats that can be accommodated by a ferry is limited, and the boats that are far away from the shore do not continue to float downward, but are swirled as if controlled by the water, surrounding the ferry layer by layer.

Most of the hundreds of players are veterans who have strengthened their bodies. Except for the lucky ones like Xie Xuan, they basically chose to go ashore in the same way as Huang Mao.

""Hundred Ghosts Night Banquet", why does it feel like we are the ones being served?"

After casually complaining, Huang Mao looked at Xie Xuan: "Hey, there is not a single line on the ring, are you a newcomer? It's unlucky to be assigned to this kind of S-level dungeon just after entering the game."

Xie Xuan pretended to be puzzled: "S-rank?"

Huang Mao: "Haven't you read the novice guide? Except for the ultimate dungeon, this is the most difficult level in the game. Have you seen the man in black in front? The one who supports a sick beauty can only get mixed up with him." It is possible to retreat completely, and even have the strength to protect others."

Xie Xuan whispered: "Li Fan."

"You know him? That's right, after all, you just killed a dragon, and the whole player lobby is discussing about him." Nodding, Huang Mao continued, "In short, unless you can hug Li Fan's thighs, you're better off Good luck, ordinary old players, I have no energy left to save you."

"By the way, your little snake looks pretty smart, store bought?"

Xie Xuan shook his head: "I picked it up in the mountains."

——The monks do not lie, the place where Wen Jiu lay down at first was indeed a barren mountain.

"It's weird, I just heard that there was a group accident and they were pulled into the game together, but I didn't expect one person and one snake to do it." Smacking his lips, Huangmao looked surprised, "Anyway, the color of your snake is okay or not." Get in front of Li Fan."

Xie Xuan: "Why?"

"Where are there so many why?"

He was obviously always impatient with newcomers asking questions, but when he met Xie Xuan's ancient and unwavering eyes, Huang Mao's heart suddenly became extremely quiet, and his voice also lowered: "Forget it, it's nothing important anyway. It’s a secret, Li Fan once had a pet, Jiao, who looks a bit like you, can transform people, is beautiful and can fight, but unfortunately he died in battle a few days ago.”

Xie Xuan: "Death in battle."

Huang Mao: "That's right, it's probably because of the dragon that was killed, after all, it was suppressed by blood."

Wen Jiu, who silently hid in Xie Xuan's sleeve and eavesdropped: ...

Can I have some face?Can I have some face?Poor original owner, he is dead, and he will be misunderstood as a heroic savior by others.

Feeling that the wind on the river bank was a bit cold, he slowly crawled out of Xie Xuan's sleeves, hooked the tip of his tail around the opponent's belt, fluttered lightly, and fell into the warm and clean arms of the Buddha.

The white sandalwood fragrance lingered faintly, but Wen Jiu still felt as if he was wrapped in hot water through two layers of fabric, and his whole body was soaked.

Fortunately, the original owner who was born in the infinite flow world was not so scientific. He had eyelids and could close them. He opened his mouth and yawned. He found the warmest place on the man's waist to nestle in: [You are busy. 】

Xie Xuan couldn't laugh or cry.

Huang Mao on the side was also dumbfounded: "You snake is smart enough, maybe it will come in handy in the future."

In just a few words, all the players who participated in this dungeon went ashore, people next to each other, and there was a huge area, which looked quite spectacular.

In the distance, a child dressed in bunts and a red rope tied around his waist was bouncing towards the crowd. He looked cute, but he didn't wear shoes on his feet, which seemed weird for no reason.

Showing a mouthful of sharper white teeth than ordinary children, he smiled and complained like a little adult: "The banquet starts tomorrow, why did you arrive?"

Player: ... Seriously, you have to ask the Lord God about this.

In fact, they didn't want to come at all.

Among the old players, it is common sense not to talk to NPCs casually. Seeing that no one answered his words, the boy pursed his mouth, randomly picked a girl who was closest to him, and stretched out his soft little hand: "Forget it, let's go!" Come on, come with me."

The girl who was selected was obviously also a so-called novice who was pulled in for the head. Compared with the dense lines on the rings of other players, there were only two pitiful notches on her ring.

Knowing that no one would be kind enough to take her place at this moment, she took a deep breath, forced a smile, and put her trembling hand on the boy before he got impatient.

Wen Jiu, who was nestled in Xie Xuan's arms watching the play, sneered slightly: "In these days, even the pouch can come out to scare people?"

Volume [-] of "Sou Shen Ji" has a saying: its spirit is like a child, and when it sees people, it stretches out its hands to lure it, and if it lures away to its old place, it dies.

If the girl is more careful and finds that the other party is only guarding the intersection and refuses to take a single step, she only needs to boldly pull forward when the two are holding hands, and she can directly make the banquet of the hundred ghosts miss a seat.

Helpless, Wen Jiu is now just a little white snake that has returned to its original state. No matter how loud the taunt is, except for Xie Xuan, everyone else hears hissing.

The yellow-haired man who was certain that Wen Jiu was not an ordinary snake turned his head cautiously: "What is it hissing?"

Xie Xuan: "He said that the benefactor will not die."

The little ghost who led the way didn't show any strong resentment around him. In this dungeon, the other party should be the most harmless type.

It's no wonder that Wen Jiu, the old ghost, looked down on him.

[What a big ghost, it doesn't have the prestige of an evil ghost at all,] pouted in disgust, Wen Jiu reminded, 【Follow quickly, it's getting dark. 】

The surroundings are like mountains, except for the road under your feet, everything is hidden in the thick fog. Feeling a certain little snake restlessly rubbing against his waist, Xie Xuan patted the other party lightly: [Why? ? 】

Wen Jiu: [Shake. 】

At this moment, he should be in the weakest period of the original owner, Ming Yi. The whole body is only half the length of an adult male's arm.

The path was paved with stone slabs, but it was not smooth. Xie Xuan deliberately slowed down, not caring that he was left at the end: [Don't read the original work carefully? 】

The origins, taboos, and changes of this dungeon should all be recorded in detail.

Wen Jiu shook his head: [No. 】

For him, the Banquet of Hundred Ghosts is almost like going back to the village to have a banquet. This kind of dungeon still needs to be read in the strategy.

wow-

The turbulent river was left behind, the fog became thicker and thicker, and lanterns gradually lit up on both sides of the path, the paper skin was pale, covered with blue will-o'-the-wisps swaying in the wind.

Wen Jiu heard a player chanting not far away: "Phosphorus, it's all phosphorus, what are you afraid of?"

After a quarter of an hour, the leading little devil finally stopped. In front of him was a gloomy Chinese-style building, occupying a vast area. Upon entering, it was a "banquet hall" similar to an open-air square.

The two rows of seats were lined up one after the other, with a few guests who seemed human but not human, and the middle was empty. The leader was a beautiful woman, with a slim figure and a light gauze covering her face, wearing a red palace attire, with charming and affectionate eyes. Just meeting each other from a distance, many people present were stunned.

Huang Mao pinched himself subconsciously: "Fox spirit."

And the opponent is indeed a fox.

With a big fiery red tail sticking out from behind, she raised her white hand and smiled softly: "Sit."

Most players did not dare to act rashly.

It was still the little ghost who led the new girl with low luck to take the first seat, let go of her hand, and yelled crisply: "It's here."

Wen Jiu, who liked the fruit on the table, also said: [What are you doing standing there, sit down. 】

Everyone has a certain herd mentality. Seeing that the new girl and the bald monk didn't have any accidents, and the bosses had chosen their seats, the rest of the players were relieved and sat down next to their familiar teammates in twos and threes.

The one who came to Xie Xuan's side was Huang Mao, no accident.

"It's best not to eat the food here," Huangmao kindly reminded me when I met a newcomer who was pleasing to the eye, "Who knows what kind of tricks they use, whether it's insects or carrion..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the little white snake that had been snoozing in the monk's arms stuck its head out, and without any hesitation, it bit the biggest and plump grape on the table.

All of a sudden, including the first fox girl, all the spirits and people looked at Xie Xuan in unison.

Xie Xuan was very calm, raised his hand, and pulled the grape off the stem: "Slow down."

well.

This monk is really bold, although his appearance is extremely handsome, his smell is disgusting.

With her eyes fixed on Xie Xuan, the fox girl quietly gestured behind her back, and a dull-looking scholar stood up: "...my drum is broken."

"Who here can help, offer a piece of skin."

Skin?What skin?Human skin?

Seeing the stunned scholar raised his arm and was about to point to him, Huang Mao was startled, and quickly grabbed the talisman paper he bought at a high price in his pocket.

But before he could make a move, the little snake that caused all the troubles swam to the table and blocked the monk behind him.

Swallowing the oversized grape easily, Wen Jiu tilted his head: "Idiot?"

"Do you want my skin?"

The author has something to say:

Idiot: ...

Other players: Banquet of Hundred Ghosts.

Ninety-Nine: Back to the village for dinner.

Second update is complete.

Comparing with each other every day, Jiumi.