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You are making powder.

After half a year of inhumane overtime work, your boss finally found out that he gave you a two-month long vacation, and suddenly relieved of the burden, you lazily nestled in front of the light brain, chatting with colleagues while chewing sour bamboo shoots .

Colleague: "Do you remember Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi?"

It took you a while to find this name from the back of your mind, and you couldn't help frowning, "I remember, what's wrong?"

Colleague: "I just went to the forum and saw a hot post saying that he will be [-] years old next week. A lot of people gathered under the post to scold that Wu Mi's hot chicken has not been condemned by God, and then someone started crowdfunding , I want to hire a ghost-slaying warrior to kill the common people."

You took a sip of Fat House Happy Water, "Then?"

Colleague: "...No then."

She sent a sad expression, "It's too troublesome to maintain an account, and everyone doesn't want to waste time taking this hard work."

You shook your head, not very surprised by the result.

About 40 years ago, a large-scale independent game called "The World" was quietly launched. Because of its excellent production and high degree of freedom, the game was widely acclaimed as soon as it came out, and it broke through tens of millions of active users in just a few years , you were once one of its thousands of diehard users.

As a sandbox management game with a large capacity, "The World" divides dozens of map areas and generates tens of thousands of environments and civilization types. Due to the limited resources in the game, each player's account has strict Strict timeliness and uniqueness.

For example, you were lucky enough to be randomized to a wealthy family, and you never had to worry about livelihood in your life. However, after your character lived to a hundred years old, the data was automatically destroyed due to "exhaustion of lifespan". When creating a character for the second time You became a disciple of Buddhism, lived in poverty for 30 years, and then died of someone else's murder.

Birth, old age, sickness, and death—these four words are the basis of the operation of "World", and also the rules for the existence of all players and NPCs. They are absolutely fair and cannot be violated.

But Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi is an exception.

No one knows how this npc with an extremely yellow and vicious name escaped the control of the program and mutated into a virus.It seems that in just a few days, the map of Japan in the game is full of dangerous humanoid monsters called "oni". They specialize in preying on humans. The method of blood transmission creates the same kind. This kind of creature is immortal, and its only weakness is the fear of sunlight.

Many players on the Japanese map became their rations for no reason. Innocent victims went to the forum one after another, asking each other about the situation and cursing: "Which dog made a vampire MOD, get out and get beaten!"

No one came forward to admit their mistakes, ghosts continued to exist, and rumors spread all over the forum.

The programmer searched for this for a long time, only to find that an NPC whose lifespan was originally set to be only over [-] years old accidentally broke through the game limit and turned into a rampant meme virus. Vulnerabilities pollute other characters everywhere, indirectly causing the death of a large number of players.

The root of all evil is Ghost Mai Tsuji.

It stands to reason that this kind of virus that seriously affects the player's gaming experience should be removed as soon as possible, but the operation of "World" is unbelievable. Gather up and start looking for various ways to try to eliminate Onimai Tsuji.

They all failed.

Guiwu Tsuji's life is as hard as nuclear pasta, he has been in the game for hundreds of years, and the posts insulting him in the forum are almost triple digits, but no one can kill this spicy chicken ghost king.

"Because this old yin has been upgraded for almost 1000 years!" The colleague was heartbroken, "Our strengths are not equal at all! If I could inherit the experience and level of the previous few weeks in the game, I would have given him From Nijo Castle in Kyoto to Daleiyin Temple!"

You let out a carbonated burp without much energy, and continued to burp your head. The colleague on the other side of the light brain did not wait for your reply, and reacted belatedly: "Ah... sorry, I accidentally poked your butt sad thing."

"No." You replied casually, "It happened so many years ago, I don't care anymore."

"It's impossible not to care about it." The colleague said sadly, and sent you a red envelope of apology.

You accept the red envelope and reply to a coworker with an emoji of instant amnesia.

Anyone who has studied politics knows that demand determines the relationship between supply and demand. Oni Wu Tsuji has done bad things shamelessly. Naturally, many people want to get rid of him. The game of "World" is extremely autonomous, and the map of Japan will soon be destroyed. A special group was born that took killing ghosts as their mission. They used hatred as their motivation to pursue the root of ghosts, and once drove Kiwu Tsuji to a desperate situation.

You seriously corrected: "To be precise, it was me, the boss I kidnapped and I tracked down all the way, and found Wu Mi's hot chicken."

This happened four years ago.

At that time, you hadn’t become a social animal, and you fell into the game cabin to experience life every day. In the game, Japan was in the Warring States Period. You were the daughter of a monk. You had to work as a servant in a big family to make a living. You took care of the seriously ill every day The patriarch's wife, teasing her unloved young son by the way.

Then you found out that the lady's youngest son is a natural genius of swordsmanship.

If the talent of the character is manifested in numerical values, then the operator of the game will definitely shake his hand when setting the panel for the child. Touching the handle of the knife instantly overturned you, the former Chunyang disciple. The second melee fight knocked you out. The third, fourth, and fifth time he started to let go of the sea, and the sixth time he accidentally cut it off. The ends of your hair, and a wall behind you.

Before the seventh duel, you hugged the thigh of your wife's youngest son, and begged him to be your master with a shameless face.

The child who doesn't like to talk has been filial all his life, respecting his elders and restraining himself. The second son of an ancient Japanese family has no inheritance rights. He was either exiled or became his elder brother's courtier. Before his wife died, he asked you to take care of him, so you took that child to a distant land Town, you have worked hard to sharpen your sword skills, help him simplify the breathing method that can improve the strength of a swordsman, and join him in the ghost hunting team, fighting until the ghost king.

That match of the century took only half a minute.

You stand behind the taciturn swordsman who has become a big boss, and before you draw your sword out of its sheath, you were hacked into a fool by the big boss without any misfortune.

This is called professionalism.

Obviously, Wu Mi didn't expect that he would meet a fierce god. He was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately blew himself into more than 1000 yuan, and fled away like a goddess.

"So what's the use of those five brains of Wu Canchang?"

Every time you think of that scene back then, you can't help but shake your head, "Return to the ghost king? There was no villain at all when he ran away. I really hate that I didn't have a video at that time, so that the players in the whole forum lost such a share Laugh at joy without misery."

"It's okay," the colleague comforted you, "You can hunt him down again, just remember to record the video this time."

You get alert, "What do you mean?"

"Uh..." The colleague hesitated for a while, and said slowly: "Actually, I just finished the game a while ago, and then the new week was randomly sent to Japan..."

"My character this time is the down-and-out Miss Wu Family," she said, "The basic data is not bad, do you want to use it?"

"No!" You flatly refused, "It's really troublesome to keep an account."

The biggest difficulty in business management games is that when the characters were first created, they were poor and white, and everything had to be done from scratch. You finally took a vacation. Sleeping for 23 hours a day was not enough. Only when your brain was exhausted did you go back to "World" to raise a new account and level up torture yourself.

A colleague sent you another red envelope.

"Sister, please do me a favor," she said, "No misfortune has harmed so many people. Since you almost killed him last time, try harder this time and you will surely succeed!"

You accept the red envelope and return both red envelopes together.

"The concubine can't do it!" You type like flying, "The concubine really doesn't want to practice leveling every day anymore! The concubine almost throws up with a knife!"

Colleague: "But Wu Mi abducted your teammate last time, stabbed you in the back, and strung you into a spicy soup, don't you want revenge?"

"No." You said mercilessly, "It's just a game."

Moreover, you were not the one who defeated Wu Mi back then. The time in the game was nearly a hundred times faster than in reality. The boss who was so strong that he exploded must have died. What's the use of you going back.

You put away the bowls and chopsticks after eating snail noodles, pack your clothes and prepare to take a shower.The constant dialogue prompts in the bedroom interrupted your plan, and you returned to the optical brain a little impatiently, and saw the message from your colleague on the screen.

Colleague: "Sister, do you still remember that you met a brother selling charcoal when you were playing games four years ago?"

Colleague: "Is it Tanji or Tanliang? You seem to have told me that he and his wife invited you to dinner."

Colleague: "His descendants have been wiped out."

Colleague: "Just the day before yesterday."

Colleague: "Nothing to do."

The author has something to say: I don’t have time before April, so I will change it temporarily

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