What's the crash? I'm playing the game normally.

After the fox was called a fool by the big fool in front of him, his power almost dropped to negative numbers, and he was naturally angry.

He opened his bloody mouth and bit off the head of the stupid guy in front of him.

Crack!

Then he howled miserably and ran into the bushes.

Bai Wan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this.

Sure enough, pinching NPCs is really useful.

No matter how they answer this fox, they will not have a good end. In this case, they will not answer themselves, but create someone to answer.

Sure enough, this method successfully helped him to overcome the crisis.

Feng Ling, who was standing aside, was stunned.

He, they... have overcome the crisis?

She was not stupid either, and soon looked at Bai Wan.

Was this character NPC created by this player?

Feng Ling's eyes flashed with shock.

Create NPC? Is there such a skill?

For a moment, she couldn't help but show a trace of envy in her eyes.

This ability is too useful.

He actually solved the problem of the fox demon in this way.

"Awesome, is this your character skill?" Feng Ling said in shock.

He can create NPCs. Is this young man a programmer?

"Sorry, just pretend I didn't ask." Feng Ling interrupted herself immediately after asking.

It was a bit presumptuous to ask about character skills directly.

Feng Ling was relieved to see that the fox had run away.

A fox who wanted to be silenced was called a fool. This was probably unheard of.

This was the first time she felt so sorry for a fox.

At the same time, Feng Ling also secretly made up her mind that she must perform well next time.

The character skills of the man next to her were quite strong. Judging from the current performance, the score of this young man should be far higher than hers.

If this continues, the treasure chest will definitely belong to the man in front of him.

Then the two continued to set off and walked into the depths of the forest.

The journey was temporarily calm for a while. It seemed that the strongest in this area was the fox, so other weirdness did not invade the fox area.

But after walking for a distance, there was a faint cry all around.

Woo woo woo.

The bell in Feng Ling's hand also began to ring non-stop, and the intensity was even higher than that of the fox.

"Attention! A more terrifying ghost is coming." Feng Ling said immediately.

Bai Wan nodded and looked around.

The crying seemed to come from all directions, and the source could not be locked.

Woo woo woo.

The crying sound gradually approached and became clearer and clearer.

The sound seemed to be the crying of an old man.

Feng Ling's face changed slightly. She thought of what the old man told her when she was walking before, that an old lady committed suicide in the forest.

The reason why this forest is so weird is also because of the old lady.

Is the root of the weirdness in the forest coming?

Feng Ling became alert.

Suddenly, a voice slowly came from all directions.

"My son died so tragically, give me back my son~ Give me back my son~"

The old voice was cold and chilly.

Feng Ling was even more unhappy to find that the ringing of her bell was getting more and more intense.

This was the second time she encountered such a situation.

The first time she encountered a huge and powerful ghost in that dungeon, she almost didn't get out.

And this time, it's probably as dangerous as the last time.

She couldn't help but look at Bai Wan, and then she was a little surprised to find that Bai Wan's eyes were still calm.

Couldn't such a ghost move him?

Just when Feng Ling was thinking about how to get out, a shadow walked out of the forest in front of her, and the light dimmed wherever the figure passed.

It was a skinny old lady, and the sound of crying came from her.

The most terrifying thing was the ghost aura. When the ghost aura touched the surrounding leaves, the leaves even withered instantly.

Feng Ling also felt very uncomfortable.

If she hadn't gone through seven dungeons and obtained seven black hexagrams, she would be instantly wiped out just standing in front of this old lady.

Bai Wan looked at the old lady in front of him with interest.

This old lady is really strong, and she should be at least at the level of a-level captain.

As expected of a special copy, it was so difficult right after it appeared.

The old lady's cry at this time was like a curse.

"Give me back my son, give me back my son, my son died so tragically."

Every time she spoke, the surroundings became a little darker.

Seeing this, Bai Wan couldn't help but think about which ability to try this time.

Now he has a lot of abilities, and there are many skills that can tap potential.

In the end, he decided to try another ability of writing life first, adding entries to NPCs.

The more difficult the added entry is, the lower the probability of success.

Bai Wan tried it initially and casually wrote a hobby entry: like rap.

Wow!

A flash of white light.

The words of this virtual entry flew directly into the old lady's body and merged into it.

At the same time, Feng Ling also watched the old lady in front of her approaching little by little with some vigilance.

This terrifying weirdness, I'm afraid she has to take out her trump card.

Feng Ling took out a zombie hand from her pocket.

This is a blood-level weird prop, which has always been her strongest life-saving trump card.

This strange prop is very special. It is not ordinary blood color, but special blood color. It is stronger than ordinary blood color strange props.

But this strange prop has a limit on the number of times it can be used.

This living dead palm has two hands with a total of ten fingers. Each time it is used, one finger will be consumed. It can be used up to ten times.

She has used it four times before, consuming four fingers, and now there are six fingers.

Each one is very precious, so she cherishes it very much.

But in the current situation, she has to use another finger.

Just as she was about to perform, Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, looking at the strange old lady in front of her with some confusion.

I saw that the old lady who had been crying and shouting "Give me back my son, my son died so tragically," seemed to be starting to become abnormal.

"Give it back to me, give it back"

Give it back?

Feng Ling looked a little confused.

This old lady seemed to be stuck, and kept saying give it back, give it back non-stop.

And then Feng Ling was stunned to see the end of the old lady's stuttering...

"Give me back my son, give me back my son... Yo, Yo! Chek Nao!"

"My son died so miserably! Died so miserably, die die die so miserably, Yo Yo! Die so die so die!"

Feng Ling: "???"

She was stunned for a while, wondering if she had heard it wrong, this old lady was... rapping?

She quickly opened her mouth wide, and saw the crying old lady suddenly made a standard rap gesture with one hand, waving her hand down rhythmically, dancing with the rhythm, and making a fuss.

"Give me back my son Yo Yo Yo!! My son son died so miserably, died so miserably!!"

"..."

Feng Ling looked at the scene in front of her in a daze.

Fuck, she really started rapping!

She couldn't figure out why the old lady in front of her suddenly started to go crazy?

Does your son's death really make you so happy? She even made up a rap song?

It's really outrageous.

"Yo yo yo~ My son, you died so miserably! Hehe, you died miserably!"

The old lady began to dance and kick, raise her hands, and shake her body.

Looking at the weird scene in front of her, Feng Ling couldn't help but twitch her mouth.

What the hell is this?

When did the weird game change from horror style to funny style!

Bai Wan also looked at the old lady in front of him with a weird look.

Good guy, the entry really took effect.

He was also curious, wondering what the old lady's son thought when he saw his old mother rapping so well?

The old lady herself was a little confused at this time.

She didn't understand why she suddenly started rapping.

She just suddenly felt that rapping was very cool.

In this way, she expressed her feelings for her son through rap, and her son must like it, right?

But fulfilling her hobby is one thing, and killing is another.

After fulfilling her dream to her heart's content, she turned her eyes to the two humans in front of her.

"Yo! Cheknao! All humans deserve to die!"

Thinking of this, she rushed towards the two humans.

Feng Ling grabbed the finger of the zombie in her hand again.

Is the battle still inevitable?

She saw the old lady suddenly rapping, and thought that she didn't have to fight anymore, but it turned out to be not that simple.

But she was surprised to see Bai Wan's hand trembling slightly, as if he started to fabricate NPCs out of thin air again.

The NPC he created before, who could only curse people as a fool, did not consume much of his mental power because of the simple setting, so his spirit was still abundant.

So he started to fabricate again.

Looks were not important, Bai Wan started to piece together randomly again.

This time he did not choose the entry, in order to maintain his mental power, he mainly focused on the composition setting.

Only one background setting was added, that is, the NPC created was the son of the old lady who died in the forest.

As soon as this setting came out, Bai Wan felt tired all over, and the speed of his brain operation slowed down.

It seems that this kind of critical setting is still very physically demanding.

Thinking of this, he casually scooped up the nearest place, which was the place with the lowest mental consumption, and took a head and put it on the NPC in front of him.

Feng Ling also curiously watched Bai Wan create NPCs from scratch.

She was speechless as she watched. She saw an NPC with legs of different lengths, a very big butt, and a pig's head appeared in front of her, and the two big words "son" were written on the face of the pig.

Feng Ling: ".

Feng Ling was speechless again.

I'm not saying, brother, can't you design it well? I know your ability is awesome, but can you modify it well? Who can you fool with this kind of NPC?

She hadn't finished complaining.

The crying old lady suddenly rushed over, hugged the pig's head in front of her and cried loudly.

"Ah, it's my son. My son, mom misses you so much, what's wrong with you? Your face is swollen, so swollen. ”

Feng Ling: “.”

Fuck! This works!

Grandma, you are presbyopic, please take a closer look, is this pig really your son?

Feng Ling already feels that her worldview is about to collapse.

We can’t, if the word “son” is written on the pig’s head, it must be your son, right!