Wen Shi simply stood there, and the tour guide's favorability plummeted. Yet, her lips still held a curve, unlike the host from the previous instance, whose expression of joy and anger was clearly visible on her face.
"Everyone follow." The tour guide was walking in front. The moment she turned around, her smile disappeared, but the flag in her hand was waving happily.
Fearing that the tour guide would take their anger out on them, several players on the same team fell behind a little and moved a little further away from Wen Shi.
Qian Laiye didn't have any concerns. He was a lively person and would avoid divination whenever possible: "If I knew the outcome too early, I would lose the motivation to do anything."
Wen Shi was very calm: "The tragedy of divination often comes from trying to change the outcome and extinguishing the source of the so-called misfortune, but in the end being bitten by the source."
The direction of this sentence is very obvious.
The tour guide was still leading the way, as if she didn't hear what was being said behind her at all.
After leaving the train station, the world suddenly became much quieter.
Sunset Town was not called this name before, because the town had only about 20,000 residents, was large, and had pleasant scenery, making it a good place for retirement. Over time, people came to call it Sunset Town, and most of the people who came here were those who wanted to retire or travel to relax.
Wen Shi and his friends belong to the latter.
After seeing the likes of the Fat Bug and the Turtle Man, everyone gradually got used to the sight of the Orcs roaming the streets, and eventually even found them quite pleasant. If you want to know what the NPC's distinctive personality traits are, you only need to look at their appearance, which is a good advantage.
The road the tour guide took them on was full of businesses, and the indigenous people didn't look that ferocious. A rabbit with a three-petal mouth in the pharmacy was pounding medicine while standing by the counter and greeting people, "Members get half price on Wednesdays, come in and see what you need."
Across from the house was a house. An old lady was peeling lotus seeds and would shout to everyone who passed by: "Very fresh, three yuan a pound."
"The people here are simple and honest," Yu Xingzhou said calmly. "Xiaohua is applying to join the guild for the first time, and she looks just as simple and honest."
Xiaohua wanted to deny something, but after seeing Shadow Xiaohua lingering between the president's original body and Shadow, she shut up.
These shadows are simply their magic mirror.
Wen Shi helped her find a staircase and said, "The environment is nice."
As it stands, this isn't the Animal Kingdom, it's more like a fairytale town.
The warm atmosphere was broken by an inn located in a deep alley. The building was in antique style, with three floors, and each floor was decorated with accordion-like foldable lanterns.
The temperature in the town is much lower than that of the previous stations. The temperature is no longer a test for people. When the players are about to reach this dark inn, they feel not only the long-awaited coolness, but also the chill that penetrates into their bones through their pores.
A plaque hangs right above: Laifa Inn.
The light in the alley was too dim, and the four words written in red paint were extremely depressing.
The tour guide didn't go in directly. Instead, she diligently introduced, "The building we're in now has a history of nearly 200 years." She winked playfully, "Many things in the inn are several generations older than you. Unfortunately, due to some negative rumors, business is down. This is why the travel agency has the opportunity to help you secure an opportunity for the entire group to stay here."
Everyone automatically translated her words: haunted, cheap, group buy.
The inn's main source of income is to entertain tourists, but its doors are closed during the day. The tour guide explained, "The owner likes quiet, so everyone lines up and goes in one by one."
His gaze moved around and finally landed on Wen Shi: "Come and line up, you stand first."
Sure enough, I was targeted.
Wen Shi sighed, the prophet is harming people.
When faced with a closed, unknown space, it's naturally better to go as far back as possible. Firstly, you'll be mentally prepared, and secondly, it'll be easier to infer something from the traces left by those who came before you. If someone dies, the location of the deceased's fall, their wounds, etc. can also reveal the rules of death.
The moment his palm touched the wooden door, a sticky and thick touch came through his skin. Wen Shi pushed it calmly. The wooden door was too old and it opened slowly, with a creaking sound that lingered for a long time.
He was pulling his suitcase and had just stepped over the threshold when he felt a cool breeze blowing on his back. He didn't need to look back to know that the door had closed automatically.
There was not a single window inside, and the entire place was lit by old light bulbs. There were several mahogany round tables in the lobby, and the counter on the far right belonged exclusively to the boss.
"Come and register." The boss' voice was muddy. His mouth was very long, like a needle, making it difficult for him to speak. His belly was round, as if it was filled with some liquid.
Mosquitoes? Wen Shi's eyes flickered. He knew that even with such a poor customer base, he was still able to survive until now. He was obviously a profiteer who would suck blood.
"Come and check in quickly, there are people waiting outside." Mosquito Boss urged.
The tour guide said that the boss liked quietness, so Wen Shi specially came forward with his suitcase.
The Mosquito Boss took out a booklet and a brush and asked him to register. He also gave him several rules that needed to be followed in the store, including but not limited to not allowing the number of residents to increase.
Wen Shi placed the scarecrow in front of the boss: "He is not a human."
The old lady's head half emerged from the suitcase. Her entire arm seemed to be stripped of all bones and could be twisted into different shapes. She said kindly, "Me neither."
The mosquito boss's eyelids jumped, and he unfolded the booklet: "Copy the details on the left side, don't miss a single word, write "I agree" at the bottom, and fill in the check-in information on the right."
After saying that, he turned an hourglass upside down, as if he was timing.
Dip the brush in ink and start writing quickly when the paper is warm. If you are used to writing with a hard pen, you will feel very uncomfortable using a soft pen, especially when the paper space is limited and you have to control the font size.
"Write quickly."
"Don't drop a word, don't drop a word..." The boss repeated these words over and over again, just like a mosquito buzzing in your ear.
The scarecrow really wanted to poke a hole in the other person's stomach to see what kind of black water would flow out. However, although he had no brains now, he was still dominated by Jian Qingrong's subconscious mind. He was very restrained when Wen Shi was doing the task.
Wen Shi was very focused while writing, completely undistracted by external objects, as if this was not a horror inn but a desk in a school.
After calmly copying the rules and writing "I agree", the mosquito boss's mumbling became more frequent: "Don't you want to check it?"
While pushing the hourglass in front of him, most of the hourglass had already leaked out.
The inn was so quiet that you could hear the sound of fine sand, a constant reminder that time was running out.
Wen Shi wrote faster and began to fill in the other half of the guest check-in form.
Just as the tip of his pen was about to fall, Mosquito Boss's needle-like mouth tightened with excitement.
"whee."
Influenced by the mechanical cat's sarcastic tone, Wen Shi discovered that this word could somehow maximize the intensity of his sarcasm. He skipped the first line and wrote smoothly through the remaining spaces, leaving only one blank: name.
When we were at the platform, the tour guide said that we should not leave our names casually to show off our visit.
Seeing this, the mosquito boss was so angry that his stomach deflated a little.
The last bit of sand in the hourglass had flowed away, and Wen Shi's smile did not reach his eyes.
The Sunset Red Hotel that doesn't exist on the map, and the illusory train that cooperates with the travel agency and passes through the body without causing any harm, the entire travel agency seems to be non-existent. From this perspective, as a tourist, you have to cooperate and leave as few traces as possible.
He scoffed, "Like it's too shameful to see the light."
The guest didn't fall for the trick, and the Mosquito Boss was so disappointed that he reluctantly took a key from the wall and handed it over.
On the surface of the old key, there was a piece of cloth tape with the number 204 written on it.
Wen Shi took it and slowed down as he went up the stairs. He wanted to give the person behind him a hint, but the boss didn't give him the chance and warned him, "Please don't stay on the stairs for too long. The wooden planks are not strong."
The stairs are indeed somewhat rotten.
Wen Shi was carrying a suitcase. If it really collapsed, he would probably be sued by the vampire boss.
He didn't linger any longer and quickly turned into the second-floor corridor. The lighting was already poor, and the walls on both sides were made entirely of black brick. In the gloomy environment, the feeling of being unable to breathe was even more intense.
The door lock of the room was not easy to open. While the key was struggling with the lock, some strange noises came from downstairs.
It was not an ordinary scream, it was like a blunt knife cutting flesh, intermittent and very weak. Wen Shi's door was also opened at this moment, and the sudden sound of the door opening drowned out the sound below.
The boss had already given a reminder, and Wen Shi did not let Scarecrow go to check the situation. After all, he was skirting the rules by adding more people to the accommodation, so it was better not to provoke him.
The room was dark and damp, and apart from the bathroom at the door, there was only an iron bed.
The first thing Wen Shi did after entering was to open the window to ventilate. As soon as he pushed open the wooden window, something was thrown out from downstairs.
A male figure, indistinguishable from a shadow or a player. Most of the blood had been drained from his body, and there was a hole in his temple with remnants of brain matter leaking out.
The eyesight of the one with big eyes is clearer, so the mechanical cat pronounces the words for it: "There is a blood spot near the carotid artery."
It's not surprising that mosquitoes suck blood, but this way of death is indeed painful.
A body was thrown out, and someone downstairs waved, suggesting that Wen Shi knew something and could share it.
Wen Shi noticed that the tour guide on the other side had no intention of stopping him, so he turned around and walked to the bedside with an expressionless face.
He'd seen the tour guide's expression of watching a show several times on the train, always when players were about to get into trouble. This meant that if a message was blatantly delivered to a group of people, it was very likely to trigger the rules.
At the entrance of the inn, the player whose leg was burned in the Tooth Land taunted him, saying, "He gets his joy from torturing people. Now he's not a human pig anymore, so of course he's not interested."
The burned player is still upset about the pet-like thing next to Wen Shi that caused him to trip.
Everyone knew he was trying to confuse the issue; losing limbs and tongues was a rule violation, and the first newcomer to fall victim was nearly eaten alive by the passengers. But inevitably, some people took their anger out on Wen Shi for not giving them a heads-up.
Xiaohua smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Maybe he's worried about violating the rules. Didn't the tour guide say the boss likes quietness?"
The burned player sneered as he took the potion, "It would make more sense to reduce the number of players to lower the difficulty of the game."
As we all know, the fewer players there are, the easier it is to reduce the difficulty of the game.
After they finished arguing, the tour guide said, "Don't dawdle, go register next."
The burned player walked in. He was full of resentment, but he was quite smart, otherwise he would not have thought of following Wen Shi while parkouring. The previous period of time was enough for him to think clearly about the restriction of not being able to leave his name.
Xiaohua watched him walk in with a smile and said to Yu Xingzhou, "There's something wrong with this guy's mentality."
There are subjective factors as well as objective ones, including the selfishness and meanness of one's own character, mixed with some other unknown factors.
Yu Xingzhou glanced suggestively at the shadow.
The shadow of the player who burned him wasn't on the train at the beginning, so it's clear something happened before he boarded. After the shadow dies, the part of the player that he had previously restrained seems to gradually expand.
But it's not absolute.
Song Yan is a newcomer. His shadow died in the teeth, but he himself looks normal.
Yu Xingzhou's eyes flickered. Perhaps the injury was a trigger. Injury plus the death of Shadow would gradually cause a person to lose their original restraint.
Xiaohua: "It's a hassle to keep it."
She made bloody insinuations in a very lighthearted tone, intending to kill and burn the player.
The game's provocations, character changes, and cruel evolution system all seem to be paving the way for players to become complete enemies later on, so some unstable factors must be eliminated in advance.
Yu Xingzhou: "It's up to you."
He doesn't care about details.
Xiaohua looked at Li Nan. Since reducing the number of team members was necessary, they still had to get the consent of some people.
Li Nan's attitude was as casual as Yu Xingzhou's: "What I want is variables, not random numbers."
The implication is, do whatever you want.
Xiaohua smiled and said, "I hope I can encounter appropriate rules in the Screaming House tonight."
Not being able to kill each other directly is an unpleasant constraint for these old players.
The three of them had spoken in a low voice before, and most people wanted to get close to the door of the inn to eavesdrop on what was going on inside. Few people noticed them, but there were still two players who heard it and immediately got goosebumps all over their bodies.
Everyone in the virtual world knows that Ji Yuanzhi and Xiaohua are Yu Xingzhou's left and right arms respectively, and both have extreme personalities.
Ji Yuanzhi is a rational person, while Xiaohua is just the opposite. On the surface, she is warm and easy to get along with, but secretly it is rumored that she has a strong desire for sadism. Even Tu Bianxi, who is famous for his brutality, does not want to come into contact with her in the dungeon.
When the door of the inn was opened again, no body was thrown out, and it was the turn of a shadow to go in.
One after another, when more than half of the people finished registering, the prelude to sunset finally arrived: the sunset.
The orange-yellow light penetrated through a few floating clouds and shone madly in all directions. The setting sun became redder and redder. Wen Shiqing couldn't help but walk to the window. Sunset Town was plunged into a deep red.
He felt strangely empty inside, as if he had woken up on a cloudy day in an empty room with the curtains drawn, and suddenly everything had lost its meaning.
Not only him, the entire Sunset Town was quiet at this moment. The bustling train station was silent, the rabbits in the pharmacy in the alley drooped their ears, the old lady leaned against the door motionless, and every brick and tile, every existence in the town exuded negative emotions.
These emotions intertwined together, like a pair of invisible hands quietly invading consciousness, and Wen Shi also became negative.
The Sunset Red Travel Agency was a fake, and his name wasn't on the inn's register. So where was this? Who was he? Did he really exist?
These rubbish questions that I would never think about normally can drive me crazy today.
A thin, soft arm stretched out from the suitcase and covered Wen Shi's wrist. The old lady called him at the right moment: "My dear grandson."
A sound neither light nor heavy pierced Wen Shi's eardrums. Wen Shi seemed to wake up from a dream. He suddenly grabbed the window sill and felt that the light of the setting sun was very dazzling.
"There's something strange about the sunset." The sunset here seemed to endlessly entangle people's negative emotions. Wen Shi looked at the suitcase and said, "Grandma, do you have this unreal feeling? It's like life has no meaning."
The old lady shook her head: "How can a person with half his body buried in the ground feel anything?"
She was made into a walking voodoo doll when she was young, and later ended everything. She is basically in a state of strength without desire.
Wen Shi looked at the little scarecrow: "What about you?"
The mechanical cat pronounced it seriously: "I have no brains."
The big-eyed child only felt that Wen Shi had fallen into an infinitely lonely state, but it had neither brains nor heart, and did not have the conditions to produce such a feeling.
"…"
But after hearing his words, the Scarecrow flew to the window, looked up at the sunset for a moment, and controlled the mechanical cat to speak: "I have to go find the knockoff who is imitating me and see if I can get his brains out of him."
Having no brain and only some basic conditioned reflexes based on consciousness is not a long-term solution.
Wen Shi frowned slightly: "Where are you going to find Shadow?"
"Give me some money and I'll ask Turtle Man to settle the score."
"…"
After two seconds of silence, Wen Shi ruthlessly stuffed the scarecrow into the suitcase handle and stuck it there. "Grandma, please keep an eye on it for me."
The Scarecrow tried to struggle.
Wen Shi said coldly: "You who have no brains, what is the success rate of digging out the brains of people with brains?"
The Scarecrow thought carefully and said, "You'll find out if you ask the Turtle Man to calculate it."
Wen Shi took a deep breath, and fortunately the old lady supported him.
Understanding the tour guide's feelings, Wen Shi laughed out loud, each word squeezed out from between his teeth: "What if the turtle man is unreliable?"
"Find a few more and check the answers."
Before her grandson died of anger, the old lady stepped out of the suitcase and said, "I'll take it for a walk."
Wen Shi was surprised.
"Isn't there some kind of evolutionary system here? Its hallmark is creating something out of nothing."
The player's resurrected severed limbs and tongue are the best example. The old lady rarely spoke for a long time: "First evolve into another species, and when you have some brains, then go find the shadow."
The scarecrow certainly couldn't push the suitcase , so Wen Shi repeatedly confirmed, "Would you like to take the initiative to go out and take a look?"
The old lady nodded: "When I was young, I liked to move freely."
She was willing to help Big Eyes because of her observations along the way: Scarecrow was completely devoted to his grandson. Secondly, she was more tolerant of simple-minded non-humans than humans. What's more, this was a little mentally retarded boy, so it was normal to be more tolerant.
Before leaving, the old lady thought for a moment, then turned her head and said to Wen Shi, "Don't forget the reminder I gave you."
Until the old lady left with her eyes wide open, Wen Shi recalled everything she had said along the way, but he couldn't find any meaningful words.
He paced around the room. The old lady must have discovered something, but she was restricted from saying it directly and could only convey it as obscurely as possible.
At eight o'clock, the tour guide knocked on the door of each room in turn to announce that it was time for dinner.
When Wen Shi went downstairs, there were already several people sitting at the dining table in the lobby. He saw Yu Xingzhou and walked over to that table and sat down.
The shadow Yu Xingzhou's wrists still had bruises from being tied up with bed sheets, and it was easy to distinguish between his original body and the shadow.
In less than five minutes, everyone was there.
The players and their shadows had very different ways of dealing with people, but their IQs were roughly equal. The check-in process eliminated four people in total: the two players and their shadows.
The quantity is very balanced.
Thirty-six people sat at four large round tables.
New players usually talk a lot, so Song Yan was curious: "Where's the little scarecrow following you? And your grandma?"
Wen Shi remained calm and said, "I went out to find the turtle man to tell my fortune."
"Ahem…"
More than one table was choked.
The girl couldn't believe that her original self was so stupid. She looked at Wen Shi suspiciously and asked, "Would she be willing to leave you and go play with the turtle?"
Wen Shi's grip on the chopsticks froze for a second before returning to normal. He naturally changed the subject: "Could it be that you're like some people, treating your grandson like a giant baby?"
The girl immediately looked at the boy and timidly explained, "One negligence could lead to irreversible consequences."
If it wasn't for Gang Wenshi speaking, she would have used force with one finger and the chopsticks in her hand would have broken into two pieces. She could have maintained the illusion of weakness for a few more seconds.
The boy ate his vegetables calmly without saying a word.
The girl stood up to pour water. Rarely did she grab the boy and further emphasize that he should not listen to the instigation of outsiders. Her eyes wandered as if she was thinking about other things.
It's hard to change what's in your bones; the only difference is whether you suppress it or not. She understands her original self and won't interfere with Wen Shi's relationships, but she won't act alone without reason either. The scarecrow also disappeared with her, so a small thing like that wouldn't be enough to make her original self make such a decision.
While she was lost in thought, Wen Shi already had the answer: try not to rely on external forces.
When the monster appeared, the old lady simply stabbed it with a knife. In the rest of the journey, apart from fulfilling her own intention of saving people, she basically just watched from the sidelines.
So does not relying on external forces help you pass the level?
"Have you noticed something interesting?" Li Nan, who was sitting on the right, suddenly said, "Our skills haven't been unlocked yet."
In the story background prompt, the player's skills will be locked before arriving at the travel destination, but now that they have arrived at Sunset Station, they are still gray and cannot be enabled.
Wen Shi nodded: "Maybe we have to wait until we reach the first tourist attraction."
After dinner, Wen Shi went back to his room and took a hot bath. At 10:30 in the evening, everyone gathered at the entrance of the inn.
The Screaming House is not far from here. Just walk for fifteen minutes, cross to another road, and then go straight and you can see it on the street.
The building was no longer recognizable. Soft, python-like green vines entwined every gap in the iron window railings, creating a suffocating feeling even from a distance. The airtight, vine-covered structure had only a small door for entry and exit. The tour guide led them toward the door, asking, "Do you remember the original purpose of this trip?"
"Find your original intention." Someone subconsciously continued.
The tour guide shook his head: "More than that."
Li Nan said calmly: "Humility."
The background of the story mentions that they lost their humility.
The tour guide smiled and said, "That's right. I believe you will gradually learn this from the attractions you visit."
During the Q&A session, they had already arrived at the Screaming House.
The tour guide was the first to enter through the small door. The ticket office was on the first floor. The ticket seller had a fake professional smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth were never lowered. His stiff smile looked very unnatural.
Like all recreational attractions, there were dedicated signage reminding everyone of the essentials. It should have been the first thing everyone noticed, but everyone's eyes were now fixed on the cabinet against the wall. It looked like a traditional Chinese medicine cabinet, only more densely packed. There were hundreds of small drawers, each labeled with a different type: Werewolf, Crypt Worm, Crawling Blood Corpse... Each type had a different price.
The low cabinet next to the cabinet contains plastic baskets and tweezers, which look like the way ingredients are selected for a buffet.
There is no scale, everything here is charged simply by type.
"During this long journey, everyone should have gotten to know each other better. Our travel agency only accepts successful individuals with special abilities." The tour guide was particularly happy at this moment. "Please anonymously select the person you think is the most arrogant and conceited. We will seal their abilities for the rest of the trip. As for how to seal them, we'll rely on everyone's concerted efforts later."
She further explained: "The Screaming Room will simulate various scenarios based on the megalomaniac's abilities. As long as everyone successfully passes the levels, they can beat him back to his original form."
The tour guide took the ballot box from the ticket seller, glanced meaningfully in Wen Shi's direction, shook it, and said, "If you're really curious about the reasons for someone's success, you can vote for him."
The guide's hint was obvious, and the boy suddenly said, "Don't choose..."
The burned player sneered, as if he knew what he was going to say: "The shadow's abilities are the same as the original body. Of course you don't want others to know your abilities."
At this moment, the boy knew that these idiots were about to start seeking their own death.
Wen Shi's performance was the most eye-catching along the way, and the shadows would definitely vote for his original body. On the player side, there were too many people who were curious about Wen Shi's skills, plus there were some individuals who were already dissatisfied, so it was self-evident who would be voted for in the end.
Yu Xingzhou, who should be the most curious, said in a deep voice: "Choose the person on the shadow side, don't choose Pei Wenwei's shadow."
In a dungeon where two waves of players were wiped out, it would undoubtedly be foolish to choose the path with the most variables in order to explore other people's secrets.
Few players responded, curiosity being secondary. Many underground organizations were paying exorbitant prices for information on Pei Wenwei, especially the Puppet Guild, which viewed him as a mortal enemy. If they could learn even a tiny bit of his secrets, they would not only earn a large sum of points, but also gain access to a larger guild.
Xiaohua smiled and said, "It seems that everyone disagrees with what the president said."
Although she was smiling, her eyes were terrifyingly cold.
One player immediately said, "I absolutely support President Yu's decision."
Anyway, it's anonymous, and no one will know if you say one thing and do another.
Xiaohua's eyes darkened completely. If she had known this earlier at the inn, she should have found a way to kill a few of them.
Her idea was correct. The foreshadowing in the early stages of the game was all paving the way for the subsequent feuds. Eliminating hidden dangers was more important than the number of people in the team.
Wen Shi didn't say a word the whole time, because no matter what he said, no one would take it seriously.
The shadow with the buzz cut asked the tour guide, "Can we use our personal abilities after we get in?"
"Of course," the tour guide explained enthusiastically, "and you're all going in together. At least in the Screaming House, you're all a group."
This one sentence made everyone more excited. In other words, they could take advantage of the boss's opportunity.
The alarm clock on the wall struck ten-fifty, and the tour guide couldn't wait to say, "Hurry up and vote. Remember, you can't abstain from voting." In case everyone hadn't memorized each other's names, the tour guide reintroduced them. He spoke quickly for everyone else, but when it came to Wen Shi, he introduced them word by word, "Aaron, Lun."
He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I almost forgot to mention that as your tour guide, I also have a vote."
There was paper and pen on the table, and everyone came forward one by one.
Wen Shi was not nervous at all and was certain that he would be elected with a high vote.
The shadows outnumbered the four players, and except for the young boy, everyone else would choose him. Furthermore, the burned players hated him immensely, and with the tour guide's vote… Wen Shi scoffed helplessly, "It's a sure thing."
Small slips of paper were stuffed into the ballot box. Half a minute later, the ticket seller began counting the votes and soon announced the candidate: "Aaron."
After reading out the results, she asked Wen Shi to sit down opposite her and actually started taking his pulse. The ticket seller half-closed his eyes and it took quite a long time.
The tour guide's happy smile froze; it had never lasted this long before.
Finally, the conductor withdrew his hand, stood up, and began selecting items from the small cabinet, muttering to himself, "Crawler can imitate speed, and Absurd Monsters can do the same with sharp weapons..."
She quickly took out the concentrated fossils from the small drawer and threw them into the plastic basket. In a blink of an eye, most of the cabinets in the first three rows were taken away.
The tour guide couldn't hold it in any longer. "Are you mistaken? Usually, five or six concentrated living fossils are enough."
Everyone understood a little bit, these fossils should be alive and can imitate the player's skills.
Usually one player has only one skill.
I don't know if I said: "Different file."
Wen Shi caught the word and asked curiously, "What is a different gear?"
It was Xiaohua who answered him, "Skills are divided into different levels. Most skills are simply enhanced in power after upgrading, which is called the same level. Different levels are when the same skill has different effects at each level."
Wen Shi raised his eyebrows. He had a main summoning skill and a companion skill. The companion skills were divided into three levels: high, medium and low. Each level played a different role, such as the transformation and resurrection in the charm skill.
The tour guide said that they all have special abilities among the people, and that these abilities may not be limited to skills. My own 2B luck value and a little bit of low health should also count.
"Where is the general?" Wen Shi thought for a moment and asked.
One player asked in surprise, "You still have a general?"
Wen Shi nodded frankly: "Yes, and it also has skills."
That skill is called Heavenly Sound.
At the same time, the ticket seller finally got half a basket full. Because the visitor's ability was very strange and she couldn't imitate some single fossils, she had to take a few more to match.
There are no computers, so everything is done with computers. The real-person voice announcement allows customers to confirm whether there are any over-recordings, and the pronunciation is very clear: "Return to zero, one, two, three, plus one, zero, eight, plus five, six, plus..."
The tour guide's eyes went dark when she heard this. The tickets to the Scream House were covered by the travel agency. If she paid for it in full, plus the subsequent tourist activities, she wouldn't even be able to pay for the accommodation at the inn.
The expressions of the player and the shadow were not very good either. The tour guide's words "generally five or six are enough" were enough to explain that five or six were enough to bring out the effect of the dual skills.
And half a plastic basket...that's a lethal dose!
He added it again to confirm that he hadn't made a mistake. The conductor stood up and quickly changed the sign leading to the Screaming House on the second floor from an A-level scenic area to a 5A-level scenic area, while handing the bill to the tour guide.
The tour guide covered one eye and carefully looked at the number from the end. When she finally saw how many digits there were, she thought in a daze: It's over, I have to stay in town to wash dishes and pay the room fee.
The player had a worse headache than her and took a deep breath.
On the other side, Wen Shi and the boy read the precautions for entering the Screaming House in a rare harmonious manner, and as expected, they found a sentence: The elected person and his shadow do not need to enter.
The Screaming Room simulates player skills, so it's naturally impossible for them to enter and compete with the same skills. In addition, to prevent skills from being blocked, the elected person may deliberately create chaos, preventing others from leaving the Screaming Room. This rule actually protects the voters.
After confirming that they didn't need to go in, Wen Shi and the young man looked at each other and clapped their hands as if they had just survived a disaster: Yeah."