You don't decrypt at all do you?

Can these natives pull a gun out of their ass?Why do you say that it is folded? !

The natives have already begun to lead the way.

Zhu Wen stuffed the mutated player who was weak by another level because he was too sad, back to the warehouse, and followed.

After walking a few steps forward, I realized that the other players hadn't followed.

He turned his head.

Then: "..."

The players squatted on the beach, their phones turned on their flashlights, and they were picking and searching for bullets.

It doesn't matter if there is a shotgun in the warehouse or not!There are bullets!As for the gun, I will find a way to grab it!

They all figured it out.

These indigenous folding guns are like folding wooden sticks, maybe they have the firepower of a fucking treasury!

Grass!

happy up!

After the players finished picking up the trash, they hurriedly followed Zhu Wen.

A group of people followed the footsteps of the natives to the woods.

Going deeper, the players gradually realized something was wrong.

Fool No. 1 of "Daxiao": "Hiss...it's strange. In this forest...why can't you hear even a bird call?"

The fisherman answered: "Have you slept yet?"

Fool No. 1 of "Breaking Dawn" talked about science: "That's not all birds sleep at night. And..."

He carried the flashlight around to take photos, and couldn't stop with his cheap hands, pawing at the branches and leaves beside him: "Supposedly there are a lot of bugs in this kind of place, but I haven't seen them along the way..."

The fisherman listened and found something was wrong.

He said "Hey!", then turned his head to look at No. 1 idiot "Po Dawn": "Don't look at you looking like a gorilla, you are as fucking careful as dust!"

Fool No. 1 of "Daxiao" raised his hand and was about to give the fisherman a hard time.

The fisherman ran to Zhu Wen's side for a moment, and smiled awkwardly at Zhu Wen when he was done.

He could see that "Li Xiao" and Zhu Wen were at odds with each other, but not at all.In short, the two sides of "Li Xiao" are probably embarrassed now, as if there is a psychological barrier to overcome.

Then he was right to hide beside Zhu Wen!

The fisherman raised his hand to "Po Dawn" No. 1 idiot, and squeezed his thumb and index finger—hey!Take it easy!

Fool No. 1 of "Poxiao" was stunned for a while, and his mind was full of "So far, the fisherman has lost the Bangziguo market".

But "Dawn" No. 1 idiot was right.

Zhu Wen also noticed.

This area is obviously a dense forest, but apart from the sound of footsteps, there is no chirping of birds or insects.

and.

He looked up at the natives who were leading the way ahead.

He thinks that these natives are so easy to become their own people, there should be another reason besides the belief in the setting, that is to say, there is a high probability that they exist in the plot to help the player to promote the plot.

It's just that if you change to a normal team, the mutated players who don't have murlocs take shortcuts, and you need to spend more time thinking about it.

So, why haven't you arrived yet?

Zhu Wen roughly estimated that they had been walking in the woods for about 25 minutes.

It's not that he thinks there are too many roads to go, but that it is unreasonable to speculate based on time.

They were surrounded by natives after 15 to 20 minutes after landing.

Assuming that when they went ashore, a native happened to see them not far away, and then turned back and immediately informed his companions.

Even if you use running, the time consumption in the middle will be concentrated on "going back alone" → "explaining what happened" → "coming back together with another group of people". Is it possible to compress this time to less than 20 minutes?

Of course, when the players went ashore, the group of natives were not far away to observe.After all, with so many eyes and in the game, not to mention Zhu Wen, even other players would not be so dull.

Zhu Wen always felt that in terms of time, this group of natives was more like setting off as soon as the players landed.But in this way... It can't be done, they have surveillance, right?

Zhu Wen couldn't figure it out for a while, so he put away his thoughts and looked at the road ahead.

He has always tacitly accepted that the so-called settlement is a relatively flat place, but he never thought that the natives would lead the player all the way and get into a cave.

He stared at the rock wall for a while by the light of the torches in the hands of the natives ahead.

There are murals.

"Hey, I'm stupid..."

The fisherman whispered, "Isn't that, that murloc?"

The players turned their heads when they heard the words, "Hey!" "It's true!"

Someone quietly touched the mural, and said as they walked: "What is there to believe in this thing? Believe in them eating garbage?"

"It's hard to say, they are quite playful."

Zhu Wen answered and pointed to the mural on his side: "It seems that they believe in quite a lot."

The mural painting and seal cutting probably brought the style of the local aborigines. After identification, there are all kinds of mess on the rock wall.

Basically, they are flying in the sky, crawling on the ground, and swimming in the water.Both.

Go further and take a look.

"I say!"

The fisherman thinks this is wrong: "Can't all of this represent faith?"

He pointed to the rock wall in front of him and said, "That moment was a group of women, right? So along the way, the murals along the way should tell a story?"

Fool No. 2 of "Dawn" frowned: "It shouldn't be, if it's telling a story. The overall storytelling of the murals on both sides is too bad!"

Fisherman: "How do you say that? I don't understand why you worship birds and beasts, but you worship people... What? Are they not human?"

After the fisherman finished speaking, he grinned for a while.

Fool No. 2 of "Poxiao" was overjoyed when he saw this, and asked, "What expression do you have? Hiss...I said you're not right!"

He had some recollection: "It was the same on the boat before. Whenever you said such paradoxical words, you would slap yourself in the face. Why? You have opened your mouth so that you can't talk nonsense?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

The fisherman waved his hand, not in the mood to tease him.

The players and a group of natives were mighty, and the number of them reached 30.

A group of people went to the cave, and the whole cave echoed with footsteps and whispers.

It's a long way.

The players are almost suspecting that this group of natives are fucking surrendering, and they are going to trick them into a special slaughterhouse assembly line!

The players really thought too much.

After walking in for a few more minutes, turning a few corners during the period, the players' vision widened in front of them.

People are still in the cave.

But this cave doesn't look like it was formed naturally, it looks like it was built the day after tomorrow.

Just relying on this group of natives?

If there is no external technical support, how many years will it take to achieve this effect?

The players looked up at the top of the cave, suspecting that the natives had hollowed out a mountain.

At this moment, an aborigine ran towards this side, grabbed the aborigine who was leading the way and chattered.

After the words fell, the native who was leading the way for the players was overjoyed, and hurried inside, with "Bird! Bird!" in his mouth.

The loud one echoed from the "bird".

When the fisherman heard this, he was stunned: "Pee? Are you in such a hurry?"

Zhu Wenyou said: "He said 'bird'. Bird."

After speaking, Zhu Wen felt that the dead crow might have caused trouble.

really.

The premonition came here, and the dead crow's highly recognizable voice came from inside: "Ah! Trickster! Ah! Ah! —— Let go of your grandpa! Ah!——"

"Garbage game! Third-rate setting! Ah! Climb for me! Ah! Ah!"

"Boss! Help! Crows are scared! Ah!——"

Zhu Wen: "..."

Players: "..."

Zhu Wen finally understood why the old saying goes that family ugliness should not be publicized, and he didn't want to admit that the crow was dead.

The players turned their faces stiffly, and seeing Zhu Wen's indifferent face, they groaned one after another.

Ok.

After all, it is Zhu Wen.

He must have a trick.

Not urgent.

Waiting to see the operation.

After thinking about it, the players laid out their coffins one by one, and began to pretend to be mature and steady masters.

Zhu Wen was already planning to look around for clues.

But the sound of flapping wings came from inside.

"bird!"

"￥#%...&...￥%"

"Catch the bird!"

"￥%#￥...&*￥#..."

As the sound of flapping wings approached, groups of natives rushed towards the players.

"Ah! Boss! Ah!—Help! Crows are scared! Ah!——"

The dead crow was flying and shedding its feathers, and I don't know how long it had been grabbed and masturbated by these natives. In short, the scene presented a very outrageous sense of absurdity.

Zhu Wen looked at the dead crow indifferently, without any ups and downs in his voice: "Why are you caught by a group of non-flying ones?"

The dead crow plunged into Zhu Wen's arms and began to sing:

"They cheat! They! Not good! Boss! Good!"

Players: "..." Are you still farting rainbows at this time?This crow is a great talent!

The dead crow is still singing: "Breaking the game! Rubbish plot! Bad! The boss gives Yaya a job! The boss scolds Yaya! Boss! Good!"

Players: "...?" Huh? !

A group of natives chased the dead crow, and when they saw the dead crow stop, they stopped abruptly.

They stared at the dead crow in Zhu Wen's arms. Their expressions didn't mean they wanted to stew a dead crow, but they might as well want to stew a dead crow!

The natives all had green eyes and extremely perverted expressions.

It's like... seeing the paper man's wife come true?no no no!It's even more perverted than this!

The dead crow was terrified. It shivered as it retracted into Zhu Wen's arms, rubbing its head against Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wenkui made a critical face and raised his eyebrows at the natives: "What do you mean?"

The natives looked at Zhu Wen, then at the dead crow, and looked at each other.

Then, with a "plop", they knelt down again, this time on a larger scale, with dozens of people bowing down to Zhu Wen Natou.

Players: "...?"