The Wicked Cultivation Game

Chapter 608 Inheritance (1010, add more [40120] for 'Rich World')

Howling, Jing Yan is howling.

His wailing echoed in the prison, finally waking up the two fat men who were unconscious.

After a series of preliminary contacts such as confusion, hostility and malice, Jing Yan helplessly explained the current situation to them.

So... we are locked up and can only play games? Play that death game?

right!

...what if we refuse?

Then there will be no food!

Hmph! I don't believe it! If he is capable, he will starve me to death!

Jing Yan ignored him, Tiewa, you deserve it to starve to death!

Jing Yan originally asked Qingchen to investigate the sudden mass withdrawal of players.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, it seemed as if he retreated early in the morning.

This is going to be fatal!

Nima, Mr. Han's experiment is not finished yet, Captain Lin is stuck there, one death is two lives!

If you let it go at this time in the morning, things will really change!

Although he always scolded Qingchen as a scumbag, Jing Yan recognized Qingchen's technical ability.

Looking at the entire Qingsi County, there is no one who dares to say that he can take over half of the experiment that Qingchen has done.

If Qingchen is going to be offline from now on, Master Han will really die! Most likely, Lin Ling would not survive.

After asking those two fat boys, Jing Yan knew the cause and effect.

The problem is that he didn't know what happened to Miaofa at all. At that time, he went out to die and was caught in prison!

After entering the game, it was also Fang Yue who led away the strange things.

Then, rebuild Qingsi County, and study how to revive Mr. Han with Qingchen, how can you care about Miaofa's life and death, you are not familiar with it!

Of course, he didn't expect Miaofa to be so ruthless, and he played self-exposure directly, dragging everyone into the water.

Well, now only those who have read the text messages on the site probably know that the death of the game will cause real accidents.

Who would want to play such a terrifying death game?

And yes... the death rate in this dog game is too high.

It's so weird and ferocious that it kills people at every turn, who can resist it.

Everyone and the aborigines have the same starting point and only one life, so that's not a break!

Other natives have practiced martial arts for more than ten years, and you just want to catch up with a player who enters the game for a month or two? Impossible! I really thought everyone was a freak like Brother Ye!

Jing Yan felt that he was the type that best represented ordinary players.

He hasn't entered the martial arts yet, and he has no worries about Yangshou following Fang Yue, but it's useless, just lingering on his last breath.

I failed to grasp the opportunity to stand up several times. The opportunity has passed, and it will be difficult to seize it again.

Ignoring the two new roommates, Jing Yan entered the game again.

Seeing the strange people lying on the ground on the street, Jing Yan understood that these were all players who got wind of it and retreated directly.

For this group of people, Jing Yan doesn't know how the joint venture will come out.

Anyway, just don't stuff your own little prison with people, it's just too difficult for me...

Jing Yan felt depressed, stepped over a few players who were lying in the corpse, and walked towards Qingsi.

There was no response in the early morning, so Jing Yan went out by himself and asked other players, but the other players retreated faster than he approached, yelling in horror, don't come, and quit the game.

Such a large number of withdrawals, replaced by ordinary games, this game is already cold.

However, this game...Jing Yan really can't say, this game is too mysterious, giving people an unfathomable feeling.

Anyway, Jing Yan is afraid of this game, if he can get away from him, he will retreat without hesitation, but he can't.

After returning to Qingsi and coming to the experiment room, Jing Yan was taken aback for a moment.

I saw that in the early morning, he was already working, and Lin Ling continued to inject various blending agents to adjust the proportion of body elements, so that it would be more suitable for Mr. Han, and easy to integrate with him.

you……

Jing Yan opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Qingchen.

I know why the refugees retreated en masse.

I saw that the eyes in the early morning were red, as if I had cried in the game.

Jing Yan sighed: I know too.

Not only do I know, I'm locked up with two unlucky guys.

You know?! You watched it too...

In the early morning, I didn’t go any further, but after being silent for a while, I said: “Mistakes have already happened, even if they were unintentional, and it was not my intention. But mistakes are mistakes, and what I can do is to make up for the mistakes I made as much as possible. Help more people in the game survive!

What, what? !

What is shining, is the morning saint!

Jing Yan was stunned, this guy's level of thought was too high.

Treat the experience of the Phoenix organization as a black history seal and it's over. Who knows that this game has changed so much, you are completely innocent!

But seeing that Qingchen has finished self-soothing and is no longer obsessed with this kind of thing, Jing Yan doesn't mention it anymore.

Then let me help you? At least bring Lord Han back to life first.

good!

The afternoon passed quickly.

When Jing Yan exited the game on time and was waiting for dinner, he saw two fat men clinging to the iron pillars of the cell, howling to the outside.

Soon, the cleaning aunt came.

This time the cleaning lady had an electric shock device on her hand.

Before Jing Yan understood what he was doing, the cleaning aunt gave the fat man one by one, screaming and trembling on the ground.

boom.

The cleaning aunt put the rice in front of Jing Yan.

Eat! If you are robbed, you won't get more food.

Clean Auntie! !

Jing Yan's eyes were full of tears, and he felt that he had been puaed out.

White rice, so fragrant! !

...

The collective withdrawal of players has limited impact on Qingsi County.

Because compared to the huge number of natives, the number of players is really pitiful.

After all, it is a distributed random birth point, so there are not many players in Qingsi County, and this wave of low tide has basically gone clean. The rest are those who don't know what happened at all, and those who didn't experience those things in time, because the traces were covered up by the alliance.

People who don't know the truth at that stage of time can no longer know the truth by conventional means.

With the efforts of Jing Yan and Qing Chen, Lin Ling transplanted Lord Han's eyeballs, and it was the last step.

That is the day.

The superior Qingsi is here.

The two were forced by Tiandan Zhiyuanwu to take them to Qingsi Hall and others.

Why did you bring us here... Jing Yan complained.

I was also a little dissatisfied in the early morning, but didn't say anything.

I heard that the superior Qingsi who came this time was sent from Qingguo capital, Qingsi headquarters.

What? !

The two were slightly taken aback.

Is this lumpy place in the Heiqing Mountains worth sending people from the capital of the Qing Kingdom to deal with it? Didn't it mean that Qingsi of Chu Nuancheng could send someone to deal with the follow-up for such a matter?

And...the capital of Qingguo is far away from here, yet they came here so quickly.

While the three of them and all the Qingwei were waiting, the silver-clothed Qingwei, dressed in silver, trimmed with gold thread, and with a wooden silver medal hanging on his waist, was like a pug dog wagging its head and tail, humbly and obsequiously flattering the people behind. A white-haired old man led the way.

What does the silver-clothed Qingwei look like?

Too spineless, right? Who is that old man?

Everyone murmured in their hearts.

At this time, the white-haired old man had already arrived in front of Tiandan Zhiyuanwu and the others.

Who's in charge.

Everyone looked at Tiandan Zhiyuanwu.

You? A little girl? What level of Qingwei are you?

...I'm not Qingwei.

Not Qingwei?? The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned angry.

If you're not Qingwei, you can still make decisions for Qingsi? How messed up is Qingsi below?

Old You, calm down, Old You, calm down! Mu Yinyi Qingwei hurriedly smoothed things over, he had already scolded this rural Qingsi thousands of times in his heart.

Hmph! Shut up too, Qingcheng's Qingwei is not a good thing either.

Yes yes yes! Mu Yinyi smiled apologetically.

Waste of time! You little girl is in charge, right? Where is Sisi buried?

Everyone was taken aback.

You mean sister You Sisi?

nonsense!

Excuse me, are you...

I'm her grandfather! I've been in a coma all day long, and I said don't go out, I'm going out, I'm going to die now! Old You cursed.

But this tone made people feel a little angry.

You Sisi is dead, her family has such an attitude!

Tiandan Zhiyuanwu clenched her fists tightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing: Excuse me, Mr. You, are you here to worship sister You?

What worship? I'm here to take her back.

But, but Sister You is dead, she can rest in peace...

Who told you that she was dead? Before she got married to that little bastard in the capital, she had to come back to life even if she died!

...

You Sisi's body was taken away together with the coffin.

Nobody can stop them, brooding in the morning while others resent.

This is too much, this is too much, the corpses buried in the ground have to be tossed, and their Youjia is too cruel to their own family!

After the anger was over, Qingchen and Jingyan finally implanted Lord Han's eyeballs into Lin Ling's vacant eye sockets.

The rest is warming up. Whether or not Master Han can be revived depends on Lin Ling's efforts.

...

About half a month after Yousisi's body was taken away.

An emergency [document] was sent from the capital and sent to [Chu Nuan City].

From now on, summon [White-clothed Qingwei] to come to the palace to report at night and dawn.

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