Hurry up and make money, or you will be banned!

552 also reads too many novels, and is bloodthirsty and reborn. I haven't read a few X-point novels, but I can't get such a strong name...

Although he wants his mentally handicapped system to run faster, but thinking of 551 bullying 552 back then, Xuelu doesn't want to worry about it.

The grievances and hatreds between these two systems, let them resolve it themselves.

He sighed, and charged 551 with a 648. How much money is there? Let's pamper this loyal little fool from poverty.

"Be careful, and be careful not to be deceived."

551 didn't expect that his casual mention without hope would succeed, and he rolled three and a half times in the air excitedly.

"Don't worry! It cheats money, I cheat sex, hee hee!"

... Xuelu really wants to know how the system cheats sex, can it be done by designing the gender first!

Flame was dead, so there was no need to pretend to rest, Xuelu put away the lunch box, and the two of them set out on the road, following their footprints towards the depths of the forest.

Xuelu's judgment was correct, ten minutes later, a burst of fanatical low growls were heard from a distance.

"Spectacular... It's tearful! The miracle of filth, no, the filth itself, is really worth the trip!"

"This is……!"

The two looked at each other, used acceleration props, and rushed in the direction of the sound.

After crossing the layers of vines, it suddenly became clear.

This is a vast and strange open space. Hundreds of white bones of different lengths and sizes are scattered all over the place in a messy pattern. There are many skulls with strange shapes...

In the white and cold bones, there are dozens of pitch-black sticks of different sizes, pointing straight into the air.It is as high as a dozen meters like a small building, and as low as one meter is not as tall as a person.

Like the black thorns that grow from the earth, and like the sharp knives that split the sky.

Originally, I just heard Victor and Mammoth describe it verbally, and saw the highest peak from afar from the villa, but when I was there, I stood at the bottom and looked up from the bottom, and I felt...

Incredibly shocking.

In the other direction, there were ten people standing.

It seems that a lot of things have been mixed in, so it's easy to handle, Xuelu is really afraid that there will only be six people.

In the distance, before Xuelu and his party could make a sound, a conversation came over there first: "Who are you?! Are... are you residents of the island? Are you here to rescue us!"

Rescue?

After a little thought, Xuelu understood.

It seems that the tasks of the second batch of players are not exactly the same.

The two walked towards the crowd: "We are the coast guard, we are here to rescue you, don't be afraid!"

But within a few steps, a handsome man in a white suit in the crowd stopped them.

On his face, there was a madness and ferocity that was completely opposite to his temperament: "Don't go anymore! You don't understand the formation here, be careful!"

Formation?

Xuelu raised his eyebrows, looking at the distribution of the Bone Land, but couldn't find any corresponding formations from any of the gods in his impression.

Seeing that the two didn't believe it, the white suit continued to shout: "I'm not trying to harm you, I'm doing it for your own good... You back off, I'll go find you!"

Seeing this, Xuelu winked at Lao Zhan, and the two stopped, waiting for the white suit to come over.

The white suit looked at the other person.The man had disheveled hair, a cloak with mottled patterns, and bone rings and bracelets on his hands, like a magic stick.

The magic stick chanted something in a low voice, and walked over in small steps.

Xuelu carefully observed his steps...just ordinary small steps, just stomping left and right in a mysterious way.

Strangely, the ten people seemed to be convinced of the inferior performance of the god stick, and they all followed the steps of the god stick and the footsteps of the god stick, and walked towards the three of them.

After meeting, during the simple self-introduction, Xuelu understood what was going on.

These ten people turned out to be "fanatic believers" of "Yuanjiao" and were looking for a "pilgrimage" place.

Bai Xifu is the illegitimate son of the chairman of the big chaebol, named Chang Shun. He has enjoyed a good but hopeless life since he was a child. His only hobby is to explore the mysteries of the world.

551 burst out laughing: "He's a supernatural lover again. This designer copied Grant Celan Hospital, and he used the same method to cover up the truth."

Xuelu didn't hit it flying this time, but said seriously: "Do you think 'supernatural lover' is still a cover-up?"

"Yes," 551 resolutely said, "Look, you lived here for three days. Are there any ghosts? There are no religious factors at all."

indeed.

The remaining nine people are Chang Shun's security guard, housekeeper, and helper.Chang Shun's best friend, Young Master Wang, Chang Shun's girlfriend Linger, and Linger's best friend Lilyka.The psychic medium Zang Ya, the psychic medium's apprentice Xiaobandong, and a captain.

A set of interpersonal relationships centered on Chang Shun.

The strange thing is that this Chang Shun is an NPC no matter how you look at it.

Xuelu said: "You seem to know this island very well. To tell you the truth, even though we are the coast guard, we don't know much about this island."

When it came to his field of expertise, Chang Shun laughed enthusiastically: "No! It's our first time to this island. It's a blessing in disguise, and we landed on an island with active elements!"

"... Excuse my ignorance, can you introduce this Yuanjiao?"

"Yuanjiao." When the name was mentioned, yearning fanaticism appeared in Chang Shun's eyes, "Great, omnipotent, the only religion that conforms to Shinto."

As he said that, Chang Shun slapped his forehead: "It's a pity, there were many treasures of the Pope on my plane, but they were all burned... If you are interested, come to my house to see it when you get out of the island!"

As he said that, he enthusiastically introduced the psychic dressed in linen: "The master next to me is an elder in the sect, a real expert."

"Yuanjiao is good, I can tell you for three days and three nights. But, you don't have to force me to agree, if you are not interested, forget it, we are not a cult, we insist on forcing everyone to believe."

This guy is very transparent...

Seeing that Xuelu was so embarrassed that he lost his voice, Chang Shun smiled: "Belief is something, if you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't have it, I still understand this."

"Then you still..."

"Because Yuanjiao is the only truth that interprets the world. Those who believe will have infinite benefits, and those who don't believe will have no fate, so what?"

When he said this, Chang Shun's handsome eyes didn't blink, and the darker eyes were like doll glass eyeballs, reflecting Xue Lu's bewildered face.

Chang Shun's "girlfriend" Ling'er involuntarily shuddered and tugged at Chang Shun: "...First, get down to business first!"

Only then did Chang Shun restrain himself a little.

Butler Pan said that Master Chang Shun led their trip to the Intercontinental across the ocean in search of a "place of pilgrimage".

Unexpectedly, it is not known whether the plane was tampered with or an accident, but it ran out of fuel halfway and crashed.

Fortunately, this area is not a sea area, there are islands and forest buffers, otherwise the whole plane and people would disappear for no apparent reason.

"Thank fate, I escaped from the dead, this is a good omen..." Pan Butler sighed, "Since your coast guard is stationed on the island, there should be villages, hotels, etc., can you guide us?"

Lao Zhan explained: "We are not the coast guard stationed on this island. A few days ago, there were victims who asked for help, and we came to rescue. Unexpectedly, on the return trip, we found that the boat was maliciously damaged and stranded here. Seeing the plane crash, We're here to help."

The ups and downs of the plot made Butler Pan sigh one after another: "It seems that this island is not simple... It's okay, it's okay, as long as people are still alive."

Linger was hungry, her sharp eyes saw the lunch box Xuelu was carrying, and timidly asked if there was any food left.

She looks round and round, and looks like a delicate young lady who has never suffered. Xuelu handed her the lunch box readily: "There are still some left, but there is nothing good, just enough to satisfy your hunger. You can eat as you want."

Ling'er thanked gratefully, and was about to take it, but Lilika sternly stopped her.

Although Lilica is a beauty, her sharp chin, slanted eyes, and shrewd face make people feel disgusted.

"Be careful, it's poisonous," she said sharply, "eating random things in the dungeon, are you dying?"

Xuelu smiled: "When I came here, Lao Zhan and I both ate. Moreover, I have lived and boarded in the villa for more than three days, and I have never seen anyone trigger the murder rule because of 'eating'."

Ling'er also felt that it was fine: "This is the script of the plot. It will take a long time. If you can't eat all the food, let's forget about starving to death. What kind of plot is there?"

That being said, Ling'er seems to be a cautious and subtle character, and she still didn't ask for a lunch box.

The journey was long, and after this interruption, the interested player asked Lao Zhan, who was obviously the leader of the two, for information.

Xuelu also chatted together.

"Yuanjiao explores the profound meaning of life," the psychic old god Zai Zai explained, "From life to death, it is the circulation of energy and the reincarnation of the soul." The textbook speaks more clearly than you.

"What about it?"

The psychic medium paused, and often strode forward by the way, three steps in parallel and two steps side by side with Xuelu: "Little brother, you see that you are not interested when you say it, but you are actually very interested!"

After enthusiastically preaching, Xuelu understood the general purpose of "Yuanjiao".

Yuanjiao believes that life is a pot of energy, which is gradually consumed from birth to death.

Sickness and disasters are all the reasons why the energy is suddenly damaged or infected by pollution.

"...For example, if you suddenly have a fever, it may be that dirty things have infected your life."

And energy has the effect of self-purification and expulsion of impurities. Minor illnesses and disasters will be lost along with energy, but serious illnesses and catastrophes will consume the root of energy.

This metaphor is a bit interesting, a bit like comparing life force to a river or a pool of running water. When it dries up, it will dry up. Small dirty things can purify themselves, but big dirty things will harm the root.

"So, on weekdays, we should stay away from filth and keep ourselves clean," Chang Shun said. "In fact, our business is to go to places of pilgrimage, get rid of filth, and gain new life and cleanliness."

"Newborn...clean?"

"The life of a newborn is the cleanest. Adults who pay attention to maintenance are also infected by secular and other filth. This is the point of view of most religions, right?"

"Yes. But, there is no other way," Xuelu frowned, "regardless of body or mind, growth is one-way and cannot be reversed."

Chang Shun shook his head profoundly, and said, it is recorded in the Yuanjiao fragments that the place of pilgrimage is the gathering center of the "ocean current" of life force and the starting place of the circulation of life breath.

If you want to compare it, it is the source of living water and the eye of the storm.

In the place of pilgrimage, there is a "Yellow Spring", from which the dirty energy of the dead is purified, and the life energy of the newborn is emitted from it.

"As long as we find Huangquan... we can get a 'new life'."

General, nonsensical, and crazy.

At this moment, Xuelu decided that this Yuanjiao was 100% a cult.

The seemingly logical and self-consistent theory, which is actually full of loopholes, constitutes such a theory of "life energy".

When asked questions such as "specific methods", "can anyone get a new life", "is Huangquan a lake", etc., Chang Shun was stumped.

Fortunately, after going through it once, the return journey will be smoother, and the group walked out of the forest quickly.

Xuelu casually glanced at the number of surviving players, and raised the corners of his mouth.

9.

Except for the flame that was killed in the forest, it seemed that Huo Lvxing had already killed Kelly.

Half an hour later, the group arrived at the villa.

Hunger, fatigue, bad activity conditions and weather make everyone exhausted.

The moment they saw the carved iron gate, the young masters and ladies almost rushed in with cheers.

Xuelu and Lao Zhan wanted to lead the team and walked in the front. Xuelu asked softly, "Who do you think the players are?"

"Chang Shun's girlfriend, girlfriend's best friend...there are also psychics and psychic apprentices," Lao Zhan pondered, "Chang Shun and his servants are not NPCs or aboriginals anyway. The remaining two are Young Master Wang, security guards, and machine assistants." Chief, look for the housekeeper."

Except for the young master and lady whose identities are more detailed, identities such as security guards, captains, and housekeepers are all very low-key, carrying the rescued supplies throughout the process and falling behind the team.

Lao Zhan had a good vision, and he had the same consideration as Xuelu.

He stretched himself: "It's okay, if you can't recognize it, you can filter it out with some candy."

Old Zhan stiffened imperceptibly: "It's still early..."

"Stop pretending, don't you want to achieve single survival?" Xuelu raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes were cold, "And, when you escaped with your life, you should understand that your life is now lent to you by me."

"Sorry, I didn't mean that..."

"However, you're right," Xuelu smiled, "I won't act early, after all...it's not clear what treasures everyone has."

After thinking about it for a while, Lao Zhan understood what he meant: "I'll go and find out for you."

"It doesn't need to be too detailed, just be accurate to the grade."

"Yes."

Lao Zhan paused, greeted everyone familiarly, and told everyone to pay attention.

He has a reliable face and is a coast guard, so he has natural credibility with people.In addition, he added more details and said that he came to the rescue, but the boat was burned, and two policemen died, which aroused the unanimous anger of the masses.

"...In short, this island and this family are very weird, everyone must be more careful!" Lao Zhan said seriously, "All those who have self-defense props are equipped. Among the last batch of players, one died as soon as they entered the lobby. The rules of killing are still unknown!"

After some brainwashing, the skeptical players more or less took out some props.

Only Lilica, the security guard, the maid, the housekeeper, Young Master Wang, and the psychic did not take out props. I don't know if they are really poor, or they are wary of treasure hunters, or they are not players at all.

After entering the villa, it was Lao Zhan's performance time again.

He argued with Aunt Xiaoyu about the housing issue of the group, and had a heated discussion with Uncle Houde about human nature.

Uncle Houde didn't want to take in the "victims", calling them "hungry ghosts in human skin". Even Chang Shun took out half a box of cash, but he couldn't use the power of money to settle them.

In the end, Lao Zhan, as a policeman, ordered the villa to take everyone in.

Aunt Xiaoyu suddenly burst out laughing, and her nervous laughter echoed in the clean hall that was once again polluted by muddy water.

Aunt Xiaoyu spread her hands excitedly in her vigilant eyes: "Come on... choose your room..."

Almost the same routine as the first batch of players.

551 was stunned: "This line is copied and pasted, the designer is lazy."

Xuelu also laughed: "Fortunately, I used props to pretend to be a player. It's hard to imagine that I have to act out such lines and actions..."

Immediately, he was a little curious again, what is the character design of "Wen Shuyu" like?

The difficulty of this dungeon was actually partly caused by the "missing" of an NPC: Xue Luyin played tricks among the players, and bored another clue line, which is equivalent to tearing up dozens of pages of a mystery novel.

After some discussion, according to Xuelu's "Don't go to the fifth floor" rule, the group dispersed and looked for a room to check in.

It is said to be looking for a room to check in, but it is actually exploring the villa.

It is just five o'clock in the afternoon, and the time limit given by Aunt Xiaoyu is to eat at the restaurant before 7 o'clock in the evening.

"The process design is very compact," Xuelu said, "Even if we don't pick up people, they will find the villa before 7 o'clock."

Hearing the meal in the restaurant, Ling'er glanced at Lilica dissatisfied, and complained: "Look, let me just say, the plot is supposed to live for a few days, so it's definitely fine to eat. I've been hungry for so long for nothing."

"I also kindly advise you..."

Ling'er is not stupid, she bypassed Lilica: "Then don't follow me. I didn't ask you to help me... You are courteous for no reason, who knows what you are thinking."

Xuelu's eyes flashed, and he lifted his heels up.

Ling'er and Lilica were going to the third floor, but when they parted, she took the helper up to the fourth floor.

"It's so dark! ... Cough, what's the smell?"

The helper turned on the flashlight: "Miss Linger, this place is not very clean, please move to another floor."

"Hey, forget it," Ling'er is not the real lady after all, the more shabby the condition in the dungeon, the more likely it is to hide clues, she can't wait, "You go ahead and open the way."

The maid obediently walked to the front, Xuelu followed gently: "Are you yourself?"

Ling'er was taken aback: "Ah, it's you... You also came to search the fourth floor."

Xuelu shook her head: "I was going to the sixth floor, but seeing you alone, I was afraid that you would be killed."

Yan Li's appearance is too dazzling, and everyone was amazed when they first met.Plus Xuelu has a good temper, no one has any hostility towards him.

Ling'er thought of his kind lunch box in the forest, and felt a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, you were kind in the forest, but I still doubted you."

"It's okay," Xuelu smiled beautifully, "I would be vigilant if I were it."

As he said that, he glanced at Maid Li, then at the golden clock that looked like an amulet in Linger's hand, and said in a low voice, "Is she an NPC?"

Linger also lowered her voice: "Yes. You are the first batch of players, right? Is there anything on the fourth floor?"

Xuelu smiled wryly: "I'm sorry, our first batch of missions was to escape from the island or survive for five days, no one explored the plot... Now that I think about it, I should have explored the plot, otherwise we wouldn't have killed so many companions in vain .”

He pretended to be sad, lowered his eyelashes, and Linger quickly comforted him: "It's okay, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault."

Xuelu took the opportunity to inquire about Ling'er's mission, and the girl said unsuspectingly that she was looking for the mouth of "Huangquan".

"The Mouth of the Underworld... is the source of vitality of the pilgrimage site? I haven't had time to ask, do all of you players have information about the 'Original Sect'?"

Linger explained: "I entered the instance around 7 o'clock last night. You know, Chang Shun and I are set to be boyfriend and girlfriend, so we appeared in his villa."

Ling'er said that Chang Shun's villa is very strange.The overall style is luxurious, vulgar, resplendent and resplendent, a typical nouveau riche style, but the interior decoration is very weird, the paintings on the walls are all bloody, red and black decorations; the inscriptions are a bunch of incomprehensible, beyond the Know the characters of the language system.

"It's the literal version of the 'uncanny valley effect'." Ling'er thought of the weird pattern, her face hesitated, "it looks like words, but it has no meaning. It's hard to describe that feeling."

The luggage was packed by the housekeeper and Li's helper. Due to the long distance, everyone boarded the plane at the private airport at three o'clock in the morning and set sail.

On the plane, Chang Shun, as the leader, enthusiastically introduced a lot of things about Yuanjiao, which was the series of explanations to Xuelu in the forest, like the summary of the previous story in the game.

"So the role of this fanatic NPC is to introduce the background of your mission 'Mouth of the Underworld'."

Linger nodded: "Yes. Actually, I found the map in the bedroom. How should I put it, it should be called a map... It's rough and blurry, like a child's random drawing, and also like a map of ocean currents. At first, I didn't think it was a map. The key clue, I only remembered it after the plane crashed."

"How to say?"

"Saint Island," she said, "is an island that doesn't exist on normal printed maps. Here it is..."

In other words, the small island where the plane crashed was actually Chang Shun's original destination.

Then why didn't he land normally, and insisted on pretending to crash unexpectedly...?

"So that's how it is..." Xuelu murmured, "So that's how it is!"

Thousands of tiny clues finally merged into one at this moment.

Like a chaotic river, countless water droplets and countless directions make up a complete river.

But it's still a step away, Xuelu can't see the right combination for the time being.

"What did you think of?"

Under the dim light of the flashlight, the bright golden eyes reflected a bright color, like a sea monster tempting tourists in the dark night.

Xuelu didn't answer, but took out a handful of candies from his pocket, and smiled beautifully: "Thank you for telling me this. In return... you're starving, right? Let me have one first?"

"Ah, thank you! Why do you have sugar?"

"I grabbed a handful from the dining table secretly." He said, "Explore everywhere, I get hungry easily, and I use it to replenish energy."

The girl carefully picked two, tore one open and put it in her mouth: "Pineapple flavor, I like it... um!"

Her surprised eyes froze stiffly.

The lifeless soft body collapsed to the ground and fell on the tiles on the fourth floor, making a loud crash.

The servant who opened the way in front turned a deaf ear, Xuelu took out another table knife and pierced the back of the servant's neck.

After sniffing and confirming that the servant was dead, he opened the window, threw the two bodies down, and watched them fall on the mountain road behind the villa.

Isn't it "disappearing"?Xuelu snorted, and he would too.

After finishing all this, he quickly left the fourth floor and went down to the second floor.

Because Lao Zhan said before that the second floor is the security building, where most of the new players gather.

Raising his eyes, he saw Chang Shun, Chang Shun's best friend Young Master Wang, the psychic medium Zang Ya, and his apprentice, Xiao Benshou, surrounding a painting in the corridor in a serious manner.

Xuelu walked over gently: "Have you found the room yet?"

Chang Shun smiled and said: "I've found it, we live in 202 to 205! Let's not talk about this, just look at this painting, this trip is really worthwhile!"

"This is?"

In a pool of bloody red, there are thousands of heresy eyes like black ink stains, scattered all over the place.Can't see the meaning, it's just uncomfortable.

This painting is fully in line with the red and black paintings that line up in Chang Shun's villa in Ling'er's mouth.

"Look at this line, this handwriting!" Chang Shun was extremely excited, "And this signature...is the work of the elder and one of the founders, Wen Yu!"

What?

Xuelu was startled, looked at the handwriting in the lower right corner, and stood still with chills all over her body.

Wen Yu.

strange name.

However, it was indeed Xuelu's own handwriting.

Chang Shunming knew that this island was a place of pilgrimage, but he didn't mention the reason why he pretended to be crazy, and he had no time to explore.

Now, he just wants to go back to 101 and investigate whether "Wen Shuyu" has anything to do with Xuelu himself!

This time... Will it still be a bug?

The author has something to say: 552: Every cause must bear fruit, and your retribution is me.

There are still a few chapters left in this dungeon, the next one will return to the welfare book to make money, modern style + real werewolf killing~