Welcome Back To the World Game

Su Mingan turned around and saw a young woman with black pigtails, glasses, and an apron. A few children were following her, and the children were asking her for candy.

"Mr. Fang?" Su Mingan recognized the woman: "Is this also your area of ​​relief?"

"Yeah." Teacher Fang handed the children candy, sweet potatoes and corn, and watched them gobble them.

She stroked the broken hair in her ear and said in a gentle voice, "After all, if there is no subsidy from good-hearted people, it is very difficult for them exiles to survive in this harsh environment."

Her smile is pure, reminiscent of the independent women in the 1970s and 1980s, who wore jet-black braids and blue-black overalls.

When looking at these suffering people, her eyes became softer.

She didn't seem to be at all afraid of the curse that might erupt on these people at any time, but was extremely close to a group of time bombs. After she gave the candy, she squatted down and brushed the ponytails of the two girls with messy hair.

"I will stay here for one night. This is my last stop. After that, I will go back to the first tribe." The wooden comb in Teacher Fang's hand was moving, and the girl's weed-like hair was slowly swept away. Shushun: "There is news from the first clan that the patriarch's succession ceremony is ahead of schedule, and we have to rush back to participate. The nearby clans should also send elders to participate."

"Succession ceremony?" Su Ming'an was a little surprised: "Didn't it say that after 15 days, the chief will succeed the patriarch? Is this date earlier?"

"Yes, perhaps Master Feng Chang realized that this war is more difficult." Mr. Fang seemed to be gentle and gentle, but he could see these things very clearly.

By becoming the patriarch in advance, the chief can use some powers that he could not use before. For example, forcing other leaders to help him surround and kill others, or mobilize the power of Baishen hidden in him.

Therefore, Chief Feng deliberately planned the ceremony in advance.

Su Mingan's sensitivity to the copy made him understand that this succession ceremony must be the key point of the plot. If he wants to win the final victory, he must participate in this key plot.

"Can I go with you?" Su Ming'an asked.

"Tomorrow, okay." Teacher Fang smiled: "But Qian Qian shouldn't be able to enter the first clan. If she wants to watch the succession ceremony, she may have to stay outside..."

"Su Ming'an." Lu Shu shouted from behind, "It's going to get dark."

Su Ming'an turned around and walked towards his house.

But at this moment, he suddenly raised his head.

"Huh—"

He heard a violent wind.

The shade of the tree began to tremble, the dark shadow began to tremble, and even the sludge sticking to the trunk began to melt and fall off, like ice meeting fire.

The surrounding temperature seems to be rising.

Not only him, but also Teacher Fang and the people next to him felt it. They raised their heads and suddenly saw two figures floating from the top of the forest, holding a blazing white sword and surrounded by sacred flames, like two gods.

Those two figures were rapidly expanding, as if they were descending rapidly.

"What?" Yamada-cho poked his head out: "Did Pan Sen jump big?"

"Shhhh!"

Two loud bangs.

The temperature rose suddenly.

Those onlookers immediately felt a strong discomfort. It is a kind of discomfort that the inferior is restrained by the superior.

Two figures with white flames all over their bodies fell from the sky on this open space.

The old woman took a step back and subconsciously blocked her child's door.

Noji, who had just landed, squinted and looked around.

"—I actually found another gathering place where the curse is on the verge of eruption." He looked at the simple gathering place of the dozen or so people, as if he was looking at some worms and garbage: "It is obviously a dying person, but also greedy. It's really sad that this warmth that doesn't belong to you eventually becomes the parasitic source of the curse..."

He raised the sword in his hand, his face was serious, like a **** who had sentenced others to death: "I will help you end all this pain."

Teacher Fang's hand was still frozen on the corn, and she hadn't reacted yet. And the people next to her also turned pale with fright.

The scorching, slender, blazing white flame, the blade like a guillotine, was lifted high from the ground by Dianji, and was about to be swung down by him——

"etc."

Suddenly, a hunched, thin figure walked out from a group of frightened people.

The old woman coughed softly and walked in front of the people with resolute steps.

Denji's movements stopped, he looked at her: "By the way, almost killed an innocent person. Old man, the curse on you is not on the verge of breaking out, you are different from this group of people... You go, don't stay. Here, be careful of being mistakenly killed by me."

The old woman has no black curse marks on her body. In this small gathering place, she is the only person whose curse is relatively stable. She is here only for her son.

But she didn't leave because of the "innocent" and "amnesty" in the mouth of the Dianshi.

Like a line of defense, she opened her arms to protect the people behind her.

She raised her head slightly and said earnestly: "Great guide, these people... When they are on the verge of death, they will end their own lives. They who did not die due to the curse will not pollute the surrounding environment. Please, let them go in their last moments..."

Her voice trembled a little, but her actions to protect people were firm.

Sweat slid down her skinny cheeks, and in those turbid eyes, the powerful and perfect figures of Mizushima Kawakura and Dianji were reflected.

She looked so filthy and tiny, with a thin face and a squat and short stature. With the goddess-like Mizushima Kawasora, they are completely two extremes. It looks like a thin ant standing in front of the sword of judgment, like a shadow standing in the light, ignorant, ugly, small, about to be melted.

"Naive!" Dianji laughed ironically: "How naive! Old man, I know too well what kind of desire for survival humans will explode before dying. We are a group of creatures who can do all kinds of evil in order to survive! What are you cursing? Taking the initiative to end your life before it erupts...that's not realistic at all!"

"I'll help them." The old woman drew out the dagger on her side.

The dagger was cold and rusted. She obviously couldn't use it, but she still held it up: "...Before that, I will help them end all this."

She said in a soft voice, "...including my son."

"—It's ridiculous!"

Dianji seemed to have heard some of the funniest jokes in the world. He ignored the mad woman and turned to look at Mizushima Chuankong.

Under the illumination of the sacred flame, Mizushima Chuankong's profile was extremely beautiful and perfect. She watched this scene silently, like a goddess who was indifferently staring at life.

"Adventurer, look at it. For such evil people, what we have to do is... purify their evil." Denji said to Mizushima Kawasora.

His hand was raised high, and the sword in his hand was blazing.

The old woman held her dagger high and aimed at him, with a wolf-like determination in her eyes.

She still didn't move.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the slanted ground:

"—Mizushima Chuankong."

Mizushima Chuankong was slightly taken aback.

She turned her head slightly, and when she saw the person standing there, her pupils immediately shrank.

She didn't expect Su Ming'an to be here. She passed by here just to go to the fourth tribe. She wasn't ready to ask him questions.

Su Ming'an raised his head.

Beside him, the man in a robe with a very arrogant posture took a step forward, his figure slowly floated up, raised his head, raised his hand, and his palm was already aimed at her—

"Withdraw!" Seeing this, Mizushima Kawasora immediately shouted loudly, turned around and ran away.

She went to Su Ming'an to ask her sister's whereabouts, not to fight him to the death. Looking at this battle, he clearly wanted his guide to do it directly.

She has heard that Su Rin's leader is the second chief, her leader is the third Dian Si, and Edward's leader is the fourth Michael, so who is Su Ming'an's leader? There is no doubt that she is not someone who will put her life in danger, and there is no benefit in fighting here.

Dianji was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Mizushima Chuankong turn around and run away, he didn't stop, but grabbed Mizushima Chuankong and left.

The two came fast and walked fast. The more arrogant the battle was coming, the more embarrassing the way he walked.

Seeing Mizushima Kawasora running away for a second in fright, Yamada Machiichi was dumbfounded. He really did not expect that this false first guide could have such a great deterrent effect.

...is this the first time you've been scared?

The old woman beside her also stopped.

Before she could take back the resolute aura on her body, she looked at the leader who could slaughter them at will, and turned around and ran away like a frightened rabbit.

She carefully put away the dagger and sincerely thanked Su Ming'an.

Although she didn't know who Su Ming'an's leader was, she knew that it was he who saved them.

"..."

Hearing the old woman's thanks, Su Ming'an frowned slightly.

He knew that although the scene looked funny, it was not a long-term solution after all.

Kell Naxi can pretend to be the first guide, but not all the time. Mizushima Chuankong was frightened, and she was not mentally prepared, and was frightened by Kell's attitude.

With her sharpness, she might even kill a carbine. Or try to find out by other means.

He must find a way to suppress other players during the day as soon as possible...

He glanced at the mood bar. It was currently 337, which was still a long way from 500.

When he opened the door and returned to his room, Teacher Fang suddenly followed.

"...Your leader, did you just pretend to be the first leader?" Her hands were on the door, and the black braids behind her flickered.

"Well." Su Ming'an said.

"The first guide masters the power of the 'curse' itself. She can induce the curse on other people, and can also mobilize the curse energy in the black mist." Teacher Fang said: "On her arm, there is an embroidered Black Crow, this is something only a few guides know, you can disguise from here."

"..." Su Ming'an looked at her in surprise.

He did not expect that this is not the guide, but an outsider, Teacher Fang, who would know the situation of the first guide.

"I know... the first guide." She smiled lightly: "She is a very cute little girl. Although I haven't seen her since the war started."

"Sit down." Su Ming'an brought a stool and asked her to sit down.

Teacher Fang is very kind, her hands are folded on her knees, and she sits very elegantly.

"Several children I know participated in this war." She said softly, "Frankly, I don't want any of them to win."

"If they win, the winner will survive and leave this cursed land," Su Mingan said.

Teacher Fang looked at him and smiled.

"That's it... But I still don't want them to continue their lives based on this." Teacher Fang said, "In this war, there should be neither winners nor losers. Even if those Some of the children survived and killed the remaining ninety-nine people. Like, Sissy, if she killed her fellow contestants' brothers, elders, friends of the same age, her relatives in order to survive... Then, she walked out of this cursed place alone... what will happen to her future?"

"..."

"There is never a real winner in this kind of war." Teacher Fang said, "Even if I am an outsider, I understand. This is just an execution ground where all 100 contestants are slaughtered. However, ninety-nine The body is killed, and the soul is killed."

"These remarks here are considered outrageous." Su Ming'an said.

"Yeah." Teacher Fang stretched out her hand and stroked her jet-black hair: "...Foolish belief kills people, right? Even here, the gods are real things, but the oracles he left behind are still the same. Let a hundred living beings kill each other here, I don't approve of such a god."

Teacher Fang really sees it very clearly. Such a war, if it really has no secrets, can be called meaningless.

But judging from the situation of Su Rin in the seventh world, maybe the gods will also have his troubles. Baishen died five years ago because he turned into the sky, and he probably had no way of knowing.

"At least, this is the last Hundred Man War." Su Ming'an said, "Bai God is dead, and he will not leave a new oracle to choose the next Hundred Man."

"..." Teacher Fang carried her bamboo basket.

"Well." She smiled: "Although this kind of war is meaningless, at least Baishen sacrificed and protected us, and I have nothing to complain about him..."

"Only, if possible." She sighed: "I just want to see him come back to life and end this last war. Feng Chang, Qian Qian, Shuang Shuang, Tong Tong... I don't want any of them to die. If you can, please take good care of Qian Qian, or don't... don't abandon her."

She left.

Teacher Fang's favorability level was brushed to 50 at this moment. Although it was only a brief chat, the favorability of those in power increased rapidly.

Su Mingan closed the door.

He cleaned the dust off the stool and sat down.

He took out the key.

The key was dim, and there was no system prompt. I don't know why it fell in front of his door in the first place.

...According to the patriarch of the fourth clan, it has a trace of the legacy of the gods, and maybe he will get an answer after going to the first clan.

Also, that Dianji is also very troublesome. Diansi is a fanatical believer of Baishen and hates everything related to Nine Gods. If Sibel comes back, he may come back to target her...

"Shhh..."

He suddenly heard a slight sound of feathers flapping~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A pitch-black bird slowly stopped in front of his window.

Its beak is thick and long, its feathers are slender, the feathers on its throat are prominent, and it has a unique layer of lavender feathers on its body. The night light sprinkled on its body gently, as if it was wearing a hazy dark gauze.

It was staring at him, with a faint layer of blood red in its pitch-black eyes.

A bright red text appeared on its head. This line of text did not seem to be successfully translated by the system, but a line of ancient text that people could not understand.

Su Ming'an heard the system prompt.

[Detected that key clues have been obtained, triggering the main quest Raven]

[Messenger of God, the raven stopped at your table and called your name. 】

【it says:】

["Black lamb, black crow, black python, waiting for this day to come."

"Go to their land, take back their authority, and cut off their wings.

"Energy, faith, authority, to open the immortal flower above the godhead.

"Welcome back.

... Lord Baishen. "]

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