I contracted the bed for the full escape game

Three humanoids appeared at the entrance to the forest.

I saw Longjing tied the lifeless centaur with his left hand, and dragging the labor-saving trailer with the dying dwarf in his right hand. He was standing in front of the entrance sign of Baiye Forest full of energy, looking like he didn't want to sleep yet.

The centaur's arm was stamped with a clearance stamp, and he was so angry that he rubbed his arms and scolded stupid humans.

He didn't want to leave that "land of death" at all, but who knew that he temporarily found a courier to come over, not only to deliver the courier, but also to pack him up and go to the headquarters of Magic Express.

I have never seen a courier who takes on such a task.

Is he a devil? !

But there is no way, the centaur administrator already felt that he was very weak, and not long ago, he fell ill with the crowd, and he was so weak that he fell against the wind.

A human boy as tall as Longjing, the centaur administrator felt that he couldn't beat him.

Since you can't beat it, then... let's go.

The centaur administrator sat on the simple and durable wheelchair of the express branch, feeling very peaceful.

This peace lasted until Longjing dragged the two of them to Baiye Forest and was about to enter the forest.

"What?! Are you going to spend the night in the forest?"

The centaur manager spat out a mouthful of old blood, before he even had time to take the handkerchief, he spit it out on the ground.

Longjing stared at the pool of blood expressionlessly for a few seconds, and then said to the centaur administrator, "Yes, do you have any suggestions?"

The centaur administrator slumped in the wheelchair, panting for a while like a blowing bellows, and then said to Longjing: "I suggest you die directly, it's faster that way."

The dwarf next to him also raised his hand to express that he agreed with the administrator. He was also sick, but the symptoms were not the same as those shown by the centaur.

It is said that the symptoms of each race are different after infection, but there are also similarities. The only thing in common is that there will be a seven-day incubation period after infection.

Seven days later, the disease broke out immediately, and even the great magician was not immune.

In other words, Longjing may only have seven days of mission time at most.

The White Night Forest was silent.

All I could hear was the weak curses of the centaur echoing, and the dying middle finger of the dwarf courier next to him was also raised to the sky.

Longjing had already asked the centaur to prepare the tools and materials needed to enter the forest. Now, listening to the other party's scolding, he reconfirmed what he needed to prepare - very good, nothing was missed.

"Since your spirits are so good, let's drive for a while before resting."

Before the words were finished, Longjing pulled the centaur and the dwarf into the forest, not paying attention to the terrified expressions on their faces.

As soon as he entered the forest, his entire vision dimmed.

When you look up, you can see the vines and branches covering the sky above your head, but the only good thing is that there don’t seem to be any insects on it, and you don’t need to beware of poisonous insects.

Longjing pulled the centaur and the dwarf and walked forward. There was a path winding deep into the forest, so it was not too difficult to walk.

But after he walked for a while, he realized that the terrified centaur and dwarf had regained their composure, as if they were no longer afraid at all.

why?

While dragging the two of them, Longjing asked, "Why aren't you afraid anymore?"

The centaur said angrily, "What are you afraid of? You're going to die anyway."

Longjing frowned: "What do you know?"

The centaur pursed his lips, spit out a mouthful of old blood, and said as usual: "I never go out to work, I'm just a weak and helpless courier delivery manager, why on earth did you have to bring me out?"

"So... where's Mr. Dwarf?" Longjing looked at the dwarf courier who was lying half dead on the small trailer, as if he was waiting for his answer.

The dwarf's eyeballs rolled around twice, and finally said to Longjing as if he had made up his mind: "I have never been to this forest."

Longjing raised his eyebrows slightly.

He didn't expect to bring two "informed people" over, but none of them were reliable.

But before Longjing could make any conclusions, the dwarf stared behind him in horror, his eyes didn't seem to be fake at all, one glance would make people feel the fear of losing three souls and seven souls.

Looking back, Longjing saw a man in ragged clothes standing not far from the forest and waving to them. It was already dark, and he could only confirm that it was a humanoid creature with disheveled hair. He could tell it was nothing at first glance. nice one.

Seeing this scene, the centaur lowered its voice and yelled at Longjing: "Go, go! If you don't go, it will be too late!"

Even the dwarf echoed the centaur administrator's words with a gibberish whoosh.

Longjing still remembered that he was in a dangerous copy of the game, and immediately dragged two people who were extremely cooperative and started to escape along the path.

He said he was running for his life, but he was actually running forward non-stop. The road conditions were considered smooth, so there was no major problem.

He ran until it was completely dark, and the drowsiness swept over Longjing's mind like a storm.

After entering an open lawn, Longjing stopped decisively. Looking back, nothing seemed to be chasing him, and there was no obstacle in front of the path that blocked his progress.

Therefore, Longjing ignored the centaur's whispers, and instead found the tent from his luggage. The moment he threw it on the ground, the magic tent took shape instantly.

Longjing felt the sudden drowsiness, and before he completely passed out, Qiang handed over all kinds of weapons and miscellaneous things he brought out to the hands of the centaur.

The centaur was still cursing, but Longjing ignored them and blocked them all.

"You pay attention to safety, I am very sleepy now, if I don't sleep, I may fall down on the road, you must protect yourself! If I haven't woken up in the morning, you can deliver the package No. 0000 by yourself."

"I don't expect you to take me with you, but I hope you leave at least half of the water for me, thank you."

The centaur was surprised by Longjing's action of saying that he was going to sleep, and forgot to swear for a while. He hadn't told the temporary courier about the danger just now!

Longjing got into the small magic tent at the fastest speed, lay down on the bed the moment he found the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The centaur entered the tent after him. The outdoor tent looked small, but after entering, it was discovered that there was something different inside.

A bed, a kitchenette, and a small living room.

It was also the first time for him to enter the field tent provided by the magic express headquarters, and he couldn't help but marvel at the splendor of magic.

But he also knew that this tent was a one-time tent, and it was impossible to put it away and reuse it after it landed.Moreover, the entire tent is built on the power of the raw magic stone. Once the magic of the raw magic stone is exhausted, the tent will become exactly the same as its surface, narrow and defenseless.

If Longjing hadn't looked back for him, he probably wouldn't have taken this tent with him like a sweep.

The dwarf in the wheelchair and the cart was thrown outside by the centaur.

The centaur didn't sigh for a long time, and saw the dwarf opened the curtain and walked into the tent.

The sound made by the dwarf startled the centaur administrator, and the centaur turned around and saw him, feeling a little more at ease in his heart.

I saw the dwarf with his head down, and his walking posture was also very difficult, probably because he had suffered too much damage and it would take a long time to recover.

The centaur felt a little pity for his unknown colleague.

If it weren't for the melee in the Magic Continent, the major races hated each other, formed an alliance today, and tomorrow the white knives will come in and the red knives will come out, how could these couriers be reduced to this miserable situation today?

The Magic Express Association was established by the weakest human beings of all races. The foundation of this organization was to make small money from the beginning.

But no one expected that in the third year after the establishment of the association, the magic war broke out.

Originally, the war had nothing to do with the couriers like them. It was just that the task standards of the couriers sent out had been raised by one level, and the protective equipment equipped for the couriers had also been upgraded by one level, and the courier fee had tripled.

But I don't know which goddamn person spread false statements such as "the magic stone of immortality was sent to the human neutral camp by courier" and "the sword of the king is on the way to be delivered", which caused the entire magic courier association to be involved war.

Countless couriers were robbed of their parcels halfway, who knew that those parcels contained only the air of their hometown!

What's even more amazing is that in the end, someone actually sent a valuable item like an ancestral wand to the courier home, and said "I understand, I understand", and bought a full compensation insurance with a wave of his hand ——If the goods are not delivered safely, Magic Express will compensate the other party for all losses.

If it weren't for the motto of Magic Express, it would be: the customer is right.If not, refer to the previous sentence.

It is estimated that their president rushed out and beat the customer to ashes.

The centaur let out a long sigh.

The dwarf walked up to him and stood beside him. Hearing his sigh, he lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong with you? You were in such a hurry just now?"

With a headache, the centaur pulled a chair over to sit down, and at the same time motioned for the dwarf to sit down and rest together.

"You don't know this?"

The dwarf shook his head, because the hair that was bumped and scattered on the small trailer was also shaking, covering his face.

The centaur frowned suspiciously: "You are a field worker, but you have never heard of the saying that people who greet you with their hands behind their backs on the road are all dead?"

The dwarf laughed slightly.

The centaur was a little horrified by his smile.

But what was even more creepy was still behind. The centaur watched the dwarf raised his hands, turned his head suddenly, faced him with a wrinkled face, and smiled maliciously: "Is that what you said?" ?”

The dwarf clapped the backs of his hands together, and the sudden sound could only be heard in the entire tent.

The centaur turned back immediately, and saw several heads with disheveled hair coming in from the open door of the tent, the wind was howling.

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