Gamers Are Fierce

The mule said so much to Li Ang, which proves that this matter is completely just a commission that has been transferred, and there may be a task. It is not a game set up for players in cooperation with the Special Affairs Bureau or a business group.

When the mule finished all the information, Li Ang also heard the mission prompt sound,

[Task trigger conditions have been met]

[Task Type: Regular Task]

[Task Name: Under Six Feet]

【Mission Objective: Solve the supernatural incident in Dusheng Village】

[Task time limit: 72 hours]

[Task reward 1: 300 experience points]

[Task reward 2: 600 game currency points]

[Mission Reward 3: Random Quality Random Item*1]

[Punishment for mission failure: None]

【Accept/Reject】

As far as task rewards are concerned, this routine task is not difficult, and even if you run away early if you foresee the risk, you will not be punished for failure.

Li Ang didn't reply to Mule immediately, but after carefully reading the information and searching the Internet for a while, he decided to accept the task and opened the friend dialog.

Li Risheng: I accept the commission.

Mule: OK, the client has already given me all the 500,000 yuan, which is 450,000 yuan after deducting the agency fee. How do you plan to receive the money after it's done?

The mule didn't ask Li Ang if he had received the mission, and when he would go to Dusheng Village—that would destroy the tacit understanding between the players.

Li Ang replied: You can convert 450,000 into game currency and give it to me. I'll let you know when it's done.

Friend communication lost.

Washeng Village...

Li Ang muttered the name, returned to the bedroom, and began to rummage through the boxes.

This remote village is quite far from Yin City. If you take public transportation, you have to take a train to leave Yin City, and then take several buses before arriving.

There will inevitably be a risk of exposure along the way, so Li Ang found makeup props and clothes from the bedroom and put them in the backpack.

After saying hello to Chai Cuiqiao, he put the black umbrella into his backpack, and after confirming that the water and electricity at home were turned off, Li Ang left the house,

I went to a public restroom outside the community, and adjusted the contours of my face with makeup props in the cubicle.

Put on a wig, sunglasses, a tight-fitting white suit, a black T-shirt, tight cropped trousers, and Peas shoes.

Finally, on the fingers, stick a high-grade soft ultra-thin colorless fingerprint cover bought from a certain treasure.

After a lot of tossing, a fresh-faced young man from society is freshly released.

Iron juice, the knife is not sharp and the horse is too thin, I don't want to fight with you yet. Fight with me, the designated sister has your good juice to eat.

Li Ang simulated it in the mirror, and nodded with satisfaction.

Let's call him Brother Han for this one-time vest. His character is characterized by being good at pretending, talking flirtatiously, and doing all sorts of chores.

Li Ang walked out of the public toilet, pried open a privately locked shared bicycle in the blind spot of surveillance, and rode the bicycle around and around.

In a parking lot on the other side of town, an old van with a For Rent sign was stolen.

He drove the van all the way, and after an eight-hour drive, he parked the car outside a bus station in a certain county, slept for a few hours, and took advantage of the dawn to board a country bus.

Except for the middle-aged female conductor, there were not many people in the car, only three college students sitting in the back row, and a very elegant looking young woman wearing sunglasses and a white skirt.

As a slick young man in society, Li Ang sat behind the temperamental young woman, with his legs spread out, his arms resting on the seat, chewing gum in his mouth.

The three college students looked at him with some disgust. Li Ang seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He turned his head, pulled down his sunglasses from the bridge of his nose, and raised his eyebrows, What are you looking at? Iron juice.

Social youths are the most annoying. The three college students pursed their lips, did not speak, and lowered their heads to continue playing game consoles.

Li Ang turned back and continued chewing gum.

Some passengers got on the bus one after another.

Half an hour later, the fat-headed Mediterranean driver finally boarded the car,

He took a sip of brown herbal tea unhurriedly, then turned on the electric fan to blow a cool breeze, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then slowly started the car.

The brown-yellow tin wagon drove out of the county town and passed through the townships, with passengers getting on and off.

At noon, the high-hanging sun was covered by dark clouds, dull thunder sounded in the sky, and the air became dull and humid.

The vehicle was driving on the winding mountain road, and with a flash of thunder, heavy rain fell from the sky, crackling and hitting the roof of the car.

Li Ang, who was occupying two seats by himself, opened his eyes, stretched out his hand cursingly, and closed the car window with a bang.

Maybe it was because the noise of closing the car window was a little louder. The temperamental young woman in white skirt sitting in front of Li Ang frowned, put down the book in her hand, put it in her backpack, and chatted with the saleswoman sitting next to him.

Li Ang, who was sitting at the back, had no intention of eavesdropping, but through a few words, he learned that the young girl's surname was Wei, and that she was a female painter who came to the countryside to pick up folklore.

She is asking the conductor Song Zhen (the wife of the driver Tian Yourong) if there are any attractions nearby.

Such heavy rain is enough to wet a group of passengers without umbrellas, but it is not enough to affect the driving of iron-clad vehicles.

Fat driver Tian Yourong stretched out his hand and turned on the wiper. The sound of squeaky wiper was mixed with the crying of children and the coughing of adults, beating the beat of the moving vehicles.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

As soon as the vehicle passed a corner of the Panshan Highway, the young woman surnamed Wei suddenly stopped chatting with the conductor, closed her eyes,

He leaned forward and fell down.

The conductor Song Zhen exclaimed, and the driver Tian Yourong glanced at the rearview mirror, stepped on the brakes, and slowly stopped the car.

Passengers looked around, the conductor hurriedly helped the young woman up,

The latter was pale, trembling, took out a piece of chocolate from the small bag beside him, tore open the package and ate it.

After a while, her complexion improved, she sat up slowly, and nodded apologetically to the conductor, driver and many passengers,

Sorry, I had hypoglycemia. It's a little bit better now.

This episode only caused the vehicle to pause for a while. Tian Yourong sat back in the driver's seat and was about to start the car when he heard a boom.

The mountain body of the winding mountain road in front actually collapsed.

Under the heavy rain, the Wanjun gravel wrapped in green trees and slid down onto the road, blocking the road ahead.

Hoo hoo hoo.

The driver Tian Yourong turned pale with fright, turned his head, and exchanged glances with his wife, eyes filled with joy.

If, if it wasn't for the young woman's sudden hypoglycemia that stopped the vehicle for a while, the entire iron-clad vehicle would have been washed down the Panshan Highway by mudslides.

At this time, the passengers in the car also reacted, breathing quickly with lingering fear, and looked at the pale young woman surnamed Wei with some strange eyes.

Before everyone breathed a sigh of relief, there was another loud bang, and the mountain behind the vehicle began to slide down, and the mighty mudslide blocked the road behind.

click click click

There was a strange noise from the mountain next to the vehicle.

Tian Yourong was so frightened that he quickly took off his seat belt and shouted at everyone in the car: Everyone get out of the car!

The passengers who came back to their senses cried out crying, no matter how courteous and humble they were, they scrambled to get out of the vehicle.

Against the heavy rain, they ran forward together with Tian Yourong, and crossed the pile of mud that had stabilized in front of them.

After a few steps, the mountain next to the vehicle collapsed completely, and the gravel and trees hit the roof of the iron car, pushing the vehicle to the edge of the winding mountain road.

Under the erosion of the mudslide, the metal guardrail of the Panshan Highway did not last even five seconds. Together with the vehicle, it fell off the cliff, and it took a long time before there was a bang bang sound.

The people who barely escaped from the sky looked at each other in blank dismay while stepping on the still smooth road under the torrential rain.

The driver Tian Yourong wiped the rain off his face and shouted: There is no car! It's not safe here, let's go to the village ahead and hide for a while!

As for the name of the village ahead... Li Ang, who had already memorized the map of the vicinity, glanced at the young woman in a white skirt.

In front is the Dusheng Village.