This Game is Not Easy

"My hand, my hand!"

"Xiao Chang!?"

"Boss, you hit Xiao Chang..."

There was a little commotion in the rear, and the middle-aged man let out a small sigh and looked at Fang Yi, who was sitting on the ground, as if he was scared.

"Just now... just now..."

Fang Yi looked at the middle-aged man in horror, his body trembling, and he kept repeating these two words.

Dodged the attack, but was frightened again?

This guy is pretty strong.

But if his illusions can be stronger, there will be no such thing.

The middle-aged man raised his right hand and was about to make another shot.

A shadow suddenly jumped up and hugged his arm tightly.

With a slight pain in the arm, a row of teeth marks were left.

"Black spot disease! I have black spot...cough cough cough! Aren't you afraid of me? Kill the white pigeon, and you'll be waiting to accompany him on the road!"

His face sank, and the middle-aged man turned his eyes to the small stone coldly.

"I don't care what dark spots..."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man's voice suddenly stopped.

Because he noticed that the surrounding onlookers, at some point, had already retreated more than ten meters away.

Even his team members supported Xiao Chang and ran out.

Looking back from time to time, that look is like looking at a ticking time bomb.

No... That gaze was not just focused on the middle-aged man, but mostly on the boy hanging from the middle-aged man's arm.

Only then did the middle-aged realize that black spot disease was not easy.

"Get off me!"

The middle-aged man threw his right hand with force, and the small stone was thrown heavily to the ground, screaming in agony.

"It's useless...cough! You have...you have been infected by me, you must have been infected by me! Prepare to go to the No. 7 refugee camp with me! This is what happens when you bully Baige and the others!"

Xiao Shi couldn't even stand, his body was so hot that his consciousness gradually became blurred, only his mouth did not forgive him.

"Fa, it's sick! That guy's black spot has flared up!"

"Stay away from him, the farther the better!"

Everyone retreated again, but the two girls ran towards the small stone.

"Little rock! Hold on!"

"How could this happen? The condition was very stable before, why suddenly..."

Fang Yi also seemed to relax at this time, pointing at the middle-aged man who was staring at the wound on his arm, and shouted: "Black beast! This guy is a black beast! Just now I felt like I went to something else. Somewhere, and then came back here all of a sudden. This kind of weird ability, only black beasts can!"

What? !

Everyone who retreated was stunned.

"Are you crazy? You want to say that the boss of Song Hui is a black beast? How is it possible!"

"Mad! The boss has been in the capital for so many years and has been living with us. Now you tell me that the boss is a black beast?"

"Don't worry about this neuropathy, it is still possible for Boss Song to contract black spot disease. It is said that he suddenly turned into a black beast? Three-year-old children do not believe this kind of statement!"

No one took Fang Yi's words seriously, and Song Hui even showed contempt.

He really didn't know anything about melasma.

But he still knew something about the black beast.

Because when he entered the copy, he was lying directly on the hospital bed in the independent office of the waste gas factory.

Although it was only a routine inspection, I heard that I had encountered a black beast because I was out on a mission with refugees, so I was injured and fell into the root of the disease, and I needed to perform a routine inspection every day.

After leaving the office and being surrounded by his subordinates, he realized that he was a local snake in the No. 8 refugee camp.

With so much power, Song Hui naturally wanted to use it to let people inquire about the newcomers who have recently entered the refugee camp, especially the whereabouts of newcomers who have a particularly strong desire to inquire about news, which deserves the most attention.

The dungeon has just started. If the dungeon map is small enough, it means that all players should be in Chaos City.

Then the new guy who entered the city is very likely to be possessed as a player.

Even if there are no newcomers, it is always right to pay more attention to the guys who have been inquiring about the news frequently and have made great moves recently.

As an old player from District 9, Song Hui still has a sense of game play.

As for what Fang Yi said about the transformation of black beasts into humans, it is simply an urban legend, and no one has ever confirmed it.

It can only be said that the power of his illusions scared this sad NPC.

Killing this little rock first, and then killing the white pigeon, inexplicably increased the difficulty of the dungeon for me...

Glancing at the wound on his arm again, Song Hui aimed the muzzle at Little Stone...

"Xiao Song, wait!"

This voice is... that old pervert!

Looking at the sound, it was indeed the head of the refugee camp in District 8.

He was wearing a blood-stained uniform, his eyes narrowed like an old fox, and he was walking towards this side step by step.

"District Chief Leng, it's enough for me to deal with the troubles caused by the newcomers."

"If it's just an ordinary disturbance, naturally I don't need to come forward... But, Xiao Song, was your arm bitten by a patient with black spot disease?"

While speaking, District Chief Leng's eyes, which had been squinting all the time, opened slightly, flashing with a strange brilliance.

Black spot again?

What the **** is this disease~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Why is everyone like an enemy?

Covering the wound with his hand, Song Hui said indifferently, "I'm fine, Chief Leng doesn't need to worry."

Glancing at the three people around Xiao Shishi, Song Hui walked towards the waste gas factory.

"Let these four people be dealt with by the head of Leng District. I'll go back and lie down first."

The head of the cold district smiled and said nothing.

However, just as the two of them crossed each other, Song Hui suddenly stopped.

Because his right arm is being firmly grasped by the cold district chief.

"I think Xiao Song should go to the No. 7 refugee camp with this little boy to rest."

To chase me away?

I have long guessed that you guy is one of the obstacles to my identity.

Squinting his eyes, Song Hui said lightly, "What if I say no?"

Brother Pi in Lengqu, said without a smile: "Then I can only call all the guards of the refugee camp to arrest you."

"How come you have such great power!"

Song Hui is a local snake in the waste gas factory, and he still knows a lot about this potential obstacle.

In theory, this old guy can at most mobilize the guards of the No. 8 refugee camp.

And in the No. 8 refugee camp, he has the potential status and strength to be on an equal footing with the opponent!

"Huh? Forgot?"

District Chief Leng glanced at Song Hui strangely.

"It seems that the sequelae of the last battle with the black beast still appeared. Xiao Song, this is a higher-level meaning. The black spot disease is not something I can call the shots."

Higher? That's not... the five great families!

Now I have torn my face with this existence, and there is absolutely no hope of survival.

"Humph!"

After some evaluation, Song Hui made no further resistance.

"Very good, come here, take Xiao Song and the little boy to the No. 7 concentration camp."

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