cross the madman's wish

What? For the kitchen?The one with kitchen utensils is the kitchen. The kitchen in front of you is fully equipped, including kitchen knives, sharp knives, boning knives, cutting boards, and... dog heads on the cutting boards.

Looking at the kitchen that had become a murder scene, Zhou Qitian was silent. No wonder he didn't see the old yellow dog. It turned out that the body was divided here.

"Can NPC characters kill each other?" Zhou Qitian asked Tang Yancheng, who was also silent beside him.

Tang Yancheng shook his head: "Theoretically, it's not possible, but if the NPC leaves? His own territory, then the system won't be able to control it."

"So, this old? Yellow dog came up from the? Dark Forest with us?"

"Probably so."

Zhou Qitian shrugged his shoulders, thinking that this old? up.

Looking at those wide-open eyes, he couldn't bear it, so he took it as a good deed? He stepped forward and closed its eyes with his hands.

Who would have thought that in the next second, the eyes that had just been closed opened again, again? Closed, opened again, closed again, opened again...

Come and go, seven days a week? I'm also annoyed: "I said, is it so hard to die?"

A faint voice came: "Strong man, I'm still breathing..."

Zhou Qitian? Jumped back in fright: "Hold...grass"

Looking at the rolling eyes on the dog's face, he laughed angrily: "Then why are you pretending to be dead?"

The only remaining head of the old yellow dog looked mournful: "I didn't pretend to be dead, I'm going to die soon, and I was just praying for myself just now."

Tang Yancheng, who was looking around, heard the commotion and came over. Seeing the miserable look of the old yellow dog, he casually interjected: "You can't enter heaven. Prayers are useless. Why don't you talk about it?" What are your last words?"

Zhou Qitian? Secretly gave a thumbs up: What a poisonous tongue...

"There are no last words." The old yellow dog closed his eyes: "Anyway, after you all die, I will be resurrected."

...What the hell, can we still talk?

"What were you praying for?" Zhou Qitian suddenly added.

"It's nothing." The old yellow dog said lightly: "I'm just begging old? God to let me go. I don't want to be reincarnated in this hell again."

After listening to Zhou Qitian, he smiled: "This is what we are doing now. You might as well think about what help you can provide us. If we win, won't you be relieved?"

"Help?" The old yellow dog opened his eyes and said helplessly, "I'm afraid I don't have the skills. Since I came here, I have been staying in the dark forest. You have also seen that I have been tied Under the tree, I don't know as much about this place as you do."

After finishing speaking, he sighed: "Today? It's the only time I ran up there, and probably the last time."

Zhou Qitian didn't give up, and continued to ask: "Then don't talk about this world, just talk about Po? You are his father, so you should know him a little bit."

The old yellow dog thought for a while: "Just talking about Po's words? I know a little bit, but I don't know if it will be helpful to you."

"Tell me"

"When Xiaobao was seven years old, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia. The welfare organization took him to the hospital for an examination. They said that he had several split personalities, and he also had gender-related cognitive impairment. I don't know what it is. not real."

After listening, Zhou Qitian suddenly became enlightened, but he solved a big doubt in his heart, and continued to ask: "Then do you know who is close to A Bao?"

The old yellow dog originally wanted to say no, but when the words were about to come out, he thought of someone: "I'm sorry for him. On the contrary, there was a policeman who felt sorry for him and often went to look after him. The policeman was also a carpenter, and from time to time he would carve some trinkets for Abao. Unfortunately, when Abao was seven years old, he was hit and killed in a car accident. ..."