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"I... I'm sorry, it's my first time encountering this kind of weather..." The coldness made the voice of number nine tremble a little, and he spoke intermittently.

"Oh, I'm familiar with this question." Lu Mingyan put down his chopsticks and raised his chin at the little girl, "Come on, come with me, I'll teach you what to do."

No need to talk to Nan Jingcheng anymore, the number nine breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly followed Lu Mingyan away.

The corner of Meng Fuyou's lips smiled lightly, and joked: "Look at you scaring the little girl."

"Is there?" Nan Jingcheng raised an eyebrow, as if he was asking her this question seriously: "I usually look scary?"

Meng Fuyou: "Handsome guys give people a sense of distance, it's normal."

When Lu Mingyan came back, the two men in No. [-] and No. [-] who had finished their shower first also came down. They went to the island to pick up food with their trays, and complained to each other: "I still feel itchy."

"I'm not yet. We were too close to him. I hope we're not infected. I don't know what's wrong."

When someone came, it would be difficult for the three of them to discuss strategies here. Lu Mingyan quietly sat back in his seat and continued to eat. After eating, Meng Fuyou and Nan Jingcheng got up and left with normal expressions.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the three gathered again in the bell tower on the top floor.

The snowy sky is always gray, and there are still tiny snowflakes floating. Meng Fuyou covered herself tightly, holding a cup of chocolate hot milk tea in her hand, sucking the pudding inside, and said while chewing: "If today The night guardian is guarding me, so let's kill number six's empathy."

Nan Jing thought for a while, and said: "I think the chances of the Guardian keeping empathy are a little higher. After all, number [-] is down today, empathy can be offside, and today's final conclusion points to a problem with hidden cards. In fact, the invention of number [-] There are still doubts about the family, and there is a possibility that the vote will be down tomorrow, and if this guardian is smart, the benefits of empathy will be greater than astrology."

Meng Fuyou said indifferently: "It's fine, if he wants to keep empathy, he can kill him directly today, and I can still stabilize my identity."

While thinking about it, Lu Mingyan said: "In this case... then tomorrow I will issue the identity of a poisonous snake to doctor No. [-], and we will prove the fierce card of No. [-], and transfer to No. [-] depending on the situation."

"Okay." Meng Fuyou's position was facing the direction of the big clock. She was sitting on the railing, and while talking, the focus of her eyes did not look at the two men opposite, but passed them and landed on the huge clock dial superior.

"The drunkard buff in this round turned out to be a hidden card. It's really a fighter in the shit stick... What do you see?" Lu Mingyan followed her gaze and looked back. Behind her was the back of the clock dial, because it was carved Hollowed out, the pointer can be seen from the front and back.

Meng Fuyou took a sip of the milk tea, finished chewing the pudding in her mouth, and then said slowly: "It's nothing, I just think this clock is strange, there is no second hand, the hour hand has never moved, and the minute hand still moves backwards."

Nan Jingcheng paused for a moment, and glanced at Meng Fuyou, surprised at her extraordinary power of observation.

"Ah, is there?" Lu Mingyan had never observed it carefully before, so he moved closer to the clock face strangely, "Really, there is no second hand." He studied it for a long time, then turned his head and said, "I think it's just a decoration. , the minute hand hasn’t passed yet.”

"It walked, it just walked slowly. When we entered the last game, it was two points past twelve, and now it has become one point past." Meng Fuyou's tone was very firm.

Lu Mingyan looked at the clock, then at her, "This... I really haven't noticed it."

"She's right." Nan Jingcheng said suddenly.

Meng Fuyou and Lu Mingyan looked at him together, and the man continued with a calm expression: "This is also something Brother Duan told me a few days ago, this clock represents the progress of the times in the rest area, the hour hand is the survival rate, and the minute hand is the countdown. "

They are all smart people, and they can understand at a point. After Meng Fuyou was stunned for two seconds, he continued to drink milk tea, "Ah, let me tell you."

Lu Mingyan was not as calm as her, and had more questions. He raised his hand to Nan Jingcheng and asked, "Brother Cheng, I have a question. How long does 1 minute represent? Now it is [-] minute, which means that the time is almost up?"

Nan Jingcheng: "One minute represents 1 days, and there are 30 days to reset."

Lu Mingyan fell into deep thought. The current rest area is safe and prosperous, so twelve o'clock as the starting number on the clock face must represent the optimal index, and there is only a one-twelfth probability that the status quo can be maintained. Some are too low.

"Is the reset random?" Lu Mingyan continued to ask.

Nan Jingcheng nodded: "Well, the hour and minute hands are random."

"The hour hand represents the survival rate..." Lu Mingyan frowned, then rubbed his cheeks vigorously again, "Forget it, it's useless to think about it, we're not the koi that can transfer luck."

At night, the temperature dropped a bit, and the puppet deacon knocked on Meng Fuyou's door on time, and transported her into the party venue of the Kuta clan.

Still the same rhythmic drumbeats and neatly humming ballads, the shadow of the fence was projected on the ground by the firelight, and there were seven or eight NPCs lining up at the entrance, waiting for the godmother to draw patterns on them.

Under Lu Mingyan's guidance, the girl in position [-] sewed a suit of clothes for herself with thick velvet curtains. At first glance, there was no sense of disobedience. Lu Mingyan approached her in amazement, walked around her, and gave her a thumbs up. "Your skills are really amazing. I just draped it over my body like a quilt, and you sewed it decently."

The girl in position nine had a severe cold, she smiled in a hoarse voice and said, "I studied fashion design before, but luckily I still have the skills, hehe."

Emily, the welcoming messenger, once again warmly greeted her, "Dear distinguished guests, please come with me, we will go to the godly mother-in-law to get the entrance pattern~"

Today, the living players lined up became eight people, Meng Fuyou was ranked fifth, and the progress of the four people in front was very smooth, until she sat down in front of the godmother, the godmother's cloudy and sharp old eyes narrowed again in confusion up.

The sound of the golden bell shaking was clear and deafening, and it kept ringing. The godmother shook it faster and faster, trying to change positions around Meng Fuyou's left, right, and right, but in the end she couldn't figure out why.

The godmother put the bell on the table, stood up with her skirts in her arms, put her hands on her waist, and walked around Meng Fuyou twice, in a state of agitation visible to the naked eye.

The few living players in front of and behind were all attracted by this movement, and their eyes wandered back and forth between the godmother and Meng Fuyou, but Meng Fuyou himself looked calm and looked at the godmother with his head up.

"It's really weird, it's weird." The godmother muttered vaguely, her cloudy old eyes were full of doubts, and she sat back on the chair again.

The godmother picked up the cinnabar pen, stared at Meng Fuyou's white and smooth back of her hand, and refused to write for a long time.

"What's going on, is this NPC stuck?" the man in position four asked strangely.

Regarding the sudden and abnormal behavior of the godmother, everyone naturally thought that there was something wrong with the NPC, and no one would suspect that it might be Meng Fuyou who had the problem.

"What's the problem?" Meng Fuyou calmly urged her.

The godmother pondered over and over again, and finally played with her childish temper. She randomly scribbled on the back of Meng Fuyou's hand, and waved her hand to signal her to leave quickly.

Meng Fuyou looked at the earthworm-like ghostly symbol in her hand: "..."

After all the players entered the arena, the process was still the same as yesterday. The high priest came to the stage to give a speech, and then the hourglass on the stage started timing, and the party officially began.

The number of dominant task NPCs left in the field today has decreased significantly. Meng Fuyou walked around, and the only one he found had a cross drawn on his hand, and he still came forward to ask for help, but she flatly refused.

Meng Fuyou glanced at the hourglass, thinking whether to try to pick up a non-dominant one or not, it might not be so difficult.

"Hey, be careful! Let me go!!" A young and energetic male voice shouted eagerly. A speeding sled braked the snow all the way, and the young owner strangled the rope hard. Several huskies pulling the cart were still running happily.

The sleigh was shoveled into the snowdrift, and the man on it was thrown out. Meng Fuyou took several steps back to avoid being hit. The man slid forward with his back facing the ground, and finally fell to a stop in front of Meng Fuyou.

"You're naughty, Dabing! You did it on purpose!" The young man rubbed his butt while criticizing the lead husky, and got up to apologize to Meng Fuyou: "I'm sorry, beauty, did you bump into you?"

The voice was indeed made by him, but in front of him was a face without facial features or contours, very weird, like a skin-colored egg.

Meng Fuyou frowned, the NPC's facial features were actually grown directly on the mask, and once it was taken off, the facial features would be lost.

The man seemed to realize that his mask fell out. After touching his face, he looked back for a long time. The lack of eyes on that face did not affect his vision at all. He quickly found the mask in the snowdrift, picked it up and put it back on. Put it back on your face.

"Beauty? Are you okay? Did I bump into you just now?" The man's facial features hidden behind the mask showed a worried expression, and he turned around and criticized the leading dog: "Oh, it's all your fault! Beauty! , let me take you to see a doctor, the doctor from our clan is right behind."

Meng Fuyou: "No, I'm fine, thank you."

"Hey! Thank you, you're welcome. I almost bumped into you. I should apologize." The man smiled and waved his hand. Meng Fuyou saw that he was also wearing a mission NPC bracelet on his wrist, and the The pattern is a circle.

Meng Fuyou glanced at him, regardless of whether this person is an explicit mission or not, it is naturally easier for an NPC who has already spoken than other NPCs who have to start a topic again, so she simply said: "You are too easy to bump into people. Well, your dog doesn't seem to listen to you very much."

The man stomped his feet when he heard the words, and looked very distressed, "No, hey, how should I put it, I don't know if you believe it or not, Dabing is really very smart, it can understand what we say, it is just mischievous and deliberately doing bad things !"

Meng Fuyou folded her arms around her chest, raised her eyebrows and met the eyes of the husky named Dabing.

It was a black and white dog, looking at Meng Fuyou with a pair of ice blue eyes, it really looked spiritual.

She nodded slowly, "But I heard that huskies are not mischievous."

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