Quick Transmigration: Conquering the Sick Daughters in the Shura Field

[The task is successful, the experience value has been settled...]

After a glaring white light passed, the soft and cute voice of the system disappeared and became empty.

Immediately afterwards, the screen turned upside down and turned into a bizarre scene.

[The copy of the game has been opened, the survival mode is loading...]

[Loading is successful, all players please cherish your life, remember your own tips, I wish you all...have fun...]

It was a soft and childish voice that was different from Bai Tuanzi's.

The last few words did not have any ups and downs. When I listened carefully, I felt a trace of ridicule and sarcasm.

In the mechanically cold broadcast, the water blue light screen in front of Shi Xi's eyes, which symbolizes the end interface, gradually blurred.

……

There was the sound of the whistling wind in my ears, mixed with the damp and cold water vapor, and the damp and cold air blowing on people's faces for no reason.

Waves beat against the hull, causing waves to shake.

Haven't fully recovered from the world just now.

This shaking and the faint smell mixed with the wind blowing from the sea made people want to vomit.

"The NPC favorability buff has been activated. Please remember to meet all the requirements of the two NPCs at the same time. This is your way of survival. Players are requested to strictly abide by the rules of the survival game, otherwise... you will bear the consequences..."

When Shi Qi was about to wake up, this row of words appeared in his mind.

A row of large black characters neatly appeared in my mind, and the elongated drop-shaped lines below the characters gave off a sense of decay and gray decay.

This sentence should be what the mechanical voice said, "Remember your own reminder."

Shi Qi slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

He was lying on a corner of the deck of the ship, and the sky not far from him was full of oppressive billowing black clouds, as if they were about to swallow the world.

There was a waning moon over there, blood red and dim, and a strange layer of dark clouds shrouded around the sickle-like moon.

The cold wind is slightly fishy, ​​the humidity is blowing, and the night is full of murderous aura.

Besides him, there were seven other people on deck.

Shi Qi propped himself up on the floor calmly and looked at those people seemingly unintentionally.

The seven people gathered in groups of two, two, and three.

There was a dim light on the deck, like an incandescent lamp in an old alley that was almost dimmed and covered with dead mosquitoes.

By the light, Shi Qi noticed that the seven men had something tied to their wrists, and the two men on the far left who were covered with black gauze similar to masks were dark ribbons, and it was hard to tell whether it was purple or black.

On the other two sides, a man and a woman wear scarlet ribbons.

A woman and two men on the far right are wearing dark green ribbons.

The three small teams generally don't know each other, they stand far away, and their faces are also very ugly, all in a defensive posture.

They looked at each other, and finally they all set their eyes on Shi Qi.

Shi Qi is different from their ribbons. On the slender white wrist is a ribbon embellished with light gold spots. In comparison, there is a kind of light sanctity and elegance.

He suddenly remembered the situation when the card was drawn after the last copy of the game was over, except that he had drawn a new game mode.

The card this time—it was him, himself! !

He felt like the game was messing with him.

ψ(?｀ー′)ψ;

Although he didn't remember the specific world line clearly in the previous copy, he still had a vague impression of the general direction.

Can't do without paper people.

So this time... is he going to attack himself? !

Perhaps, there are other more peculiar situations?

Shi Qi felt his forehead twitch.

Another violent wave swept in, and the boat swayed from side to side, making it unstable, interrupting Shi Qi's thoughts.

Just when a group of people looked at each other on guard.

An old man came out of the cabin.

He was wearing dark blue clothes, the patterns embroidered on it could not be seen clearly, only dark stripes could be seen winding up and covering the whole clothes.

The old man's back was a little stooped, and his eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of white shadow, unable to move or see clearly.

Everyone took turns to look at those gray eyes, the black part of the pupil was only a slender one, not like the eyes of normal people.

Then there was a standard smile on the corner of his mouth, as if trying to pretend to be amiable.

On the contrary, it is even more terrifying and infiltrating.

When he opened his mouth to speak, his teeth were not as white and neat as the old man's, but his lips were full of wrinkles, as if... his vitality had been taken away in an instant.

"Children, you are welcome to come to the "Zisu Ship" as guests, the host and I welcome you very much, and we will take care of you with the most thoughtful service. "

The old man paused, his smile subsided a little, and he seemed to remind, "However, children, only by being a kind person can we have fun in the "Zisu". "

"So, do you want to have fun?"

No one on the deck made a sound.

The waves stopped suddenly, still and silent.

The strings in everyone's heart are tense for no reason.

At the moment when the old man's voice fell, the boat was surrounded by thick fog, covering the whole boat in an instant.

The two veiled men frowned impatiently as they listened to the old man's slow explanation.

But because of something, he didn't speak.

On the contrary, someone from the man and woman urged, "If you have any tricks, use them quickly. It's just a dream in the mirror. Do you really think it can scare us?"

It was the man who spoke, his voice was sharp and cold, like fingernails scratching on glass, piercing the eardrums.