The beautiful Sunday arrived, but Yin Ren failed to play the game successfully.
He had made a special plan. If Lu Xiaohe or Sun Qinghui contacted him again, he would pretend to have a sprained ankle or be away. However, the one who contacted them this time was Fu Xingchuan—his top boss, the strongest fighter in Haigu City, and the director of the Emergency Management Department.
Today, the sun shines brightly in Haigu City, with no clouds in the sky. There are no fewer people in the Shi'an Park than usual.
At this moment, Yin Ren was standing in the Shi'an training ground with Zhong Chengshuo. It seemed as if all the muscles and bones of the Ghost King had been pulled out, and he could be knocked down with just one finger.
He knew Shi An would pay him well for overtime, but he would rather stay at home.
Yin Ren looked at Zhong Cheng with resentment and said, If this person hadn't reported Ge Tingting's situation on Saturday, the two of them would be playing happily now instead of being dragged to the training ground.
The training ground is a large dirt field surrounded by an exceptionally thick concrete wall.
In front of them, Fu Xingchuan was still dressed in the same old way, but this time he had nothing in his hands, not a long sword.
"I've learned about the situation and I'm basically sure that the girl is a wild zombie." Minister Fu rolled up his sleeves. "Zombies are very difficult opponents. They are good at physical attacks. You need to familiarize yourself with them in advance - especially Zhong Cheng."
Zhong Cheng humbly asked for advice: "But hasn't she received any formal training?"
Zhong Cheng said he picked a gas mask, while Yin Ren grabbed an umbrella.
"As long as one has the talent and works hard, anyone can become a necromancer. But wild necromancers have no one to guide them, so their talent should not be underestimated."
Wolf Bone circled Fu Xingchuan, stopped at his right hand side, and lowered his head respectfully.
"Do you know where you went wrong?"
He stretched out his hand and pulled the two people up one by one. The smell of smoke filled their faces.
Fu Xingchuan flicked away the ashes and returned to his original position.
Fu Xingchuan didn't comment. After the two of them stood still, he took a cigarette and made another gesture.
"Mastering the abilities of 'Ghost Master' and 'Corpse Master' and integrating them together is called 'Ghost General' - I happen to be at this level."
Yin Ren really didn't want to endure this torture. Zhong Cheng stared at the mud on his sleeves and seemed to be thinking about a similar question. After a few seconds, the two of them took a step forward almost at the same time:
"I have an idea..." "We'll do it later..."
The entire battle lasted less than ten seconds.
The corpse was wrapped in a linen robe filled with spells and iron chains. The skin and flesh on the body were close to the bones and glowed with an abnormal dark green color. Its hair is sparse, its eyes are dry and cloudy, and its nails are horribly long. The deformed mouth was slightly open, and something dark red was stuffed inside, whether it was a ball of cloth or a stone.
The corpse's fingers were slightly spread out, and the nails reflected a metallic light. The giant wolf leaned down, looking like it could pounce at any time.
Rat bones, bird bones, snake bones. Countless tiny bones were flying in the air.
"There are some equipment on the table. You have ten seconds to pick one each. Ten—"
Yin Ren symbolically flapped his arms and legs twice, then was trampled to the ground by the wolf's claws, coughing madly.
He snapped his fingers, and the ground on the training ground shook.
What kind of fight is this? Yin Ren thought in shock. In principle, the two of them had never received combat training. It was fine for him, but Zhong Cheng said he would be beaten into the mud.
Yin Ren spat out a piece of bone, his eyes blank: "I should just run away."
"Former colleague, donated his body as a teaching aid... Five, four, three—"
Fu Xingchuan smiled.
On the left side of Fu Xingchuan, a corpse emerged from the dust.
While he was distracted, the corpse took the opportunity to rush forward, and the sharp tip of its claws made a dent in Zhong Chengshuo's neck.
As long as it wanted, Zhong Chengshuo's throat would be opened in the next moment.
Above the trembling soil, smoke and dust stirred, and mud splashed. On the barren land, a three-meter-tall wolf bone quickly took shape.
Compared to the humble "wolf bones", this corpse just stopped on the left side of Fu Xingchuan, with a neither humble nor arrogant attitude.
Zhong Cheng said that his movements were not chaotic at all. He dodged to the side, blocked with his hands, and kicked the corpse in the knee. As a result, the corpse did not move at all, and he only suffered a painful big toe.
The two men threw themselves on the table.
The giant wolf roared silently and soared into the air, stepping on Yin Ren's umbrella. At the same time, its ribs spread out, and countless tiny bones drilled into Yin Ren's mouth and nose.
"I chose the wrong opponent." Zhong Cheng said as he lay there thinking, "Based on the props we chose, it's more appropriate for me to deal with the wolf bones and Yin Ren to deal with the human corpse."
"Today I will only use my zombie abilities to fight you."
"You go first..." "No, you go first..."
Fu Xingchuan looked at him speechlessly: "...Where's Xiao Zhong?"
Fu Xingchuan lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
In the end, it was Zhong Cheng who spoke first, and just like in the game yesterday, the two of them hit it off on tactics.
"Bullshit." Fu Xingchuan said, "Do you think your opponent is a dish waiting for you to pick at will?"
Zhong Cheng said: "The body..."
The smell of dirt and corpses mixed together. They quickly glued together into strong wolf claws and sharp fangs. On the huge skull, countless small skulls were embedded together. Those small eye sockets turned into dense black holes, overflowing with extremely strong corpse evil.
"The strengths of the zombies are different, but their weaknesses are the same. They are good at manipulation, but they can't distract themselves from performing spells, and they can't protect their bodies... Okay, I'll give you two minutes to discuss tactics. You don't need to change your stuff, let's go again."
At the same time, the corpse flashed behind Zhong Chengshuo.
Fu Xingchuan's cigarette had only burned for a short while. He chuckled twice, walked closer to the two people lying in the mud, and looked down at them from top to bottom.
Yin Ren: "Then we should look for Brother Qin as our opponent..."
Two minutes passed quickly and the wolf-bone corpse attacked again.
This time, the two of them acted together, and Yin Ren was the first to rush towards the corpse. He turned on his toes, caught the corpse's neck with the handle of his umbrella, and hung behind the corpse in an unpresentable manner: "Brother Zhong, hurry up!"
Zhong Cheng said without hesitation. He put on his gas mask, shoveled under the giant wolf, and rushed straight towards Fu Xingchuan.
The giant wolf instantly jumped back and bit Zhong Chengshuo. At the same time, the bones around its body scattered again and rushed towards Yin Ren frantically.
Yin Ren was still clinging to the corpse like a turtle shell. Seeing the bone fragments coming again, he buried his face and pressed his mouth and nose against the corpse's linen clothes.
It's just a bit of corpse odor, he endures it.
In a sense, is this the underworld version of "Double O"? The ghost king is finding joy in suffering.
Zhong Cheng said it seemed like this was the first time he encountered such a big enemy. He rolled and crawled, his clothes were torn a lot, and he dodged very well. But the giant wolf didn't hold him down after all, and Zhong Cheng said he successfully rushed to Fu Xingchuan.
Then he was knocked to the ground by Fu Xingchuan's leg sweep.
"Not bad, you got the hang of it pretty quickly." Fu Xingchuan commented with satisfaction, "If you really want to fight that girl, as long as you can get close to her, you will have a considerable advantage - oh, remember to be careful of knives or stun guns."
"Is the training over?" Yin Ren slid down from behind the corpse and asked hopefully.
"What are you thinking about? It's only been a few minutes."
Fu Xingchuan showed his teeth.
"Keep practicing until you can snatch the cigarette from my mouth."
"You, uh, aren't you very busy?" Yin Ren said sadly, "We already know the idea, just go back and practice it yourself."
"Who are you training with? The air? You have to train hard in real combat. I happen to be on vacation today, let me see... It's only ten o'clock now, I'll accompany you until four in the afternoon."
Yin Ren grinned, and managed to hold back the words, "You call this a vacation?"
"Besides." Fu Xingchuan glanced at him lightly, "You are completely useless, aren't you, Ghost Master?"
The training ended on time at four o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhong Chengshuo finally snatched the cigarette from Minister Fu's mouth. It must be said that this number one ghost general in Shi'an released water like a flood - from beginning to end, Fu Xingchuan only used the power of corpses, and he even used only one leg to deal with Zhong Chengshuo.
The training lasted for most of the day, and Fu Xingchuan only used his hands to light cigarettes, pull people, and snap his fingers.
The strength of a practitioner of Zhi'an should not be underestimated.
Yin Ren was lying paralyzed in the water bar outside the building, not trying to hide the fatigue on his face.
With Fu Xingchuan staring at him, he was forced to use a bit of his evil spirit and try to play the role of "a ghost exorcist without any powerful ghosts" as naturally as possible.
During the entire battle, Yin Ren had to pay attention to controlling his strength at all times. He was no easier than Zhong Cheng who was beaten repeatedly. The Ghost King was filled with sorrow and ordered three servings of ice cream soda in one breath.
As for his partner… After the training, Zhong Cheng said he took a full hour to wash in the Shian bathroom. Considering the hygiene conditions of the training ground, Yin Ren suspected that he wanted to rub his skin off.
By the time Zhong Cheng said he was done washing, the sky was already tinged with red clouds.
"Are we going to continue playing games when we get back?" Yin Ren sucked up the last bit of cream and asked pitifully.
He really needs some rest and healing.
"I don't have time. I have to go for a night run after dinner."
Yin Ren: "... Today's exercise volume is not enough?!"
Zhong Cheng said that there were still bruises on his shoulders and neck. Although Fu Xingchuan gave them special medicine for traumatic injuries, Zhong Cheng said that the comrade did not look like he was okay.
“But night running must be done three times a week, and today is Sunday. Also, anaerobic exercise is different from aerobic exercise,” Zhong Cheng explained.
Yin Ren: “…”
What aerobic or anaerobic, he just felt that his partner was slightly unwell.
Would most people be so cruel to themselves? But then again, Fu Xingchuan seems to be quite cruel to himself. Is this the corporate culture of Shian
"I understand. Go ahead." Yin Ren tiredly finished the last sip of soda. "I'm going out for a midnight snack tonight, so I'll say hello to you first."
"Take your cell phone with you and don't go too far."
"Okay, okay." Yin Ren replied weakly.
Zhong Cheng stared at him for a while and said, "... I will play with you for a while before going to bed."
Yin Ren's spirits lifted. Not bad, Comrade Xiao Zhong, it seems that the book "The Art of Communication" can occasionally have a positive effect.
That night, Yin Ren decided to try the snail noodles, which were prohibited from being taken out according to the "house rules".
He had observed in advance that there was a small snail noodle shop near Ping An Manor. Since Miss Walnut didn't like this kind of food, she couldn't make any suggestions, but could only give some dressing references.
"Wear a mask and tie your hair into a bun... Yes, yes, this way you look more low-key. Choose a corner when eating, and if someone insists on taking a photo of your face, scare them with your image rights."
"I'll remember that. Thanks."
"Yeah, remember to turn off the tablet's sleep mode and turn on the automatic broadcast." Hu Tao replaced Yin Ren and sat upright in front of the tablet.
It turns out that snail rice noodles are indeed tasty, but they are ultimately no match for a pile of rotting corpses. The rice noodles are fragrant and smooth, and the soup is sour, spicy, and rich. Yin Ren enjoyed the meal very much.
However, the moment he stepped out of the store, he felt an inexplicable weight on his shoulders.
Yin Ren glanced over and saw two ghost hands on his shoulders. The ghost hands had ten fingers as long as human arms, holding him wetly. The surrounding scene seemed to be covered with fog, and the neon lights became cold and dim.
The sound of human voices and flutes in his ears disappeared instantly, leaving only a hollow low laugh. His limbs seemed to be tied up by something and were being pulled to move on their own.
The newcomers are not kind. Yin Ren felt for a while and found that there were five powerful ghosts coming, all of them were quite skilled. They all smelled like ghost masters, so it was not good to just use them as a snack.
Yin Ren let them drag him, gradually stepping into the darkness and desolation, and finally walked into an abandoned bungalow.
He wanted to see what these little brats were up to.
The moment he walked into the room, the windows and doors on the four walls of the empty room suddenly disappeared. The entire room turned into a gloomy closed box, with only a little green light of unknown origin.
There were "people" two meters tall standing in all four corners.
They were pale and skinny, standing in a corner with their faces facing each other, mumbling endlessly. Those mumblings seemed to have substance, sealing the room tightly.
Yin Ren felt a sense of relief on his shoulders, and the next moment, the fierce ghost appeared in front of him.
When he looked up, he saw three smelly black holes.
The fierce ghost had a head like a baby, eyes without pupils, and a mouth without teeth. Its body was deformed, extending by a full two meters. Its withered arms were so long that they reached the ground, and its lower body was like a snail tail that had been pulled out, with its internal organs and flesh rolled together and mixed into a ball, oozing with wet mucus.
This thing is quite powerful, but it can't compare to Xiang Jiang who knows safety. He can probably fight Fang Yuanyuan back and forth.
Yin Ren showed a nervous look on his face and made a secret judgment in his heart.
"Ghost Master, Yin Ren."
The fierce ghost came a little closer, his voice was cold and chilling.
“… It’s not easy for a stalker bug to detect a zombie.”
"Corpse? What kind of corpse?" Yin Ren swallowed and pretended to be stupid.
The fierce ghost laughed twice but didn't answer. The three holes were still pointing straight at Yin Ren.
Yin Ren took two steps back and continued to talk nonsense: "Let's not talk about this. What do you want to do with me? I'm just a newcomer. I don't even remember who I am. Let me go."
There are ghost masters behind these powerful ghosts, and hiding one's strength does not distinguish between friend and foe, so Yin Ren does not intend to give anyone any handle on him.
"Newcomer, haha, newcomer... Well, you, a newcomer with good abilities, have sneaked into Shi'an for your own purpose." The fierce ghost's dark eyes were looking at Yin Ren, "Why not join forces with us... We can help you."
"Help me? Who are you?"
"At this point, don't talk about things that you and I know." The fierce ghost snorted and laughed, "I'll say it one last time, don't play dumb."
In just a moment, a dozen fingers popped out from the surrounding walls and pinched Yin Ren tightly.
Yin Ren: “…” It’s unfair. He really has no idea where this gang of ghosts came from.
The fierce ghost came closer again, and his foul breath almost sprayed on Yin Ren's face.
He said temptingly: "We don't care about your purpose, it doesn't matter what you want to do... Come with me, we can give you money, status, women, things that Shi An can't give you..."
"Are you willing to stay at the bottom of the consciousness security and climb up little by little? With Fu Xingchuan and Li Nian guarding you, you will never reach the top. Why bother to go far away..."
Yin Ren suddenly understood.
Yin Ren: "I understand. You are headhunters."
The ghost: “…”
Yin Ren: "I have no plans to change jobs for the time being." He doesn't want money, status, or women, he just wants Shi'an's cafeteria.
He pulled out his cell phone and held it tightly in his hand.
"You are such a good boy, but unfortunately you don't know what is good for you!" The fierce ghost laughed angrily, "Without the talisman paper, I want to see how you can-"
Yin Ren is proficient in one-handed typing:
[Yin Ren: @Sister Hu Tao, SOS.]
[Yin Ren: There is a pervert.]
The ghost: “…”
Fierce ghost: “?” What kind of strange summoning method is this
The evil spirit was everywhere and a bloody wind was blowing.
A blood-stained female ghost appeared behind Yin Ren. Her robe was soaked in blood and turned black and red, with the edges full of torn marks. There was not a single piece of good flesh on the ghost's face, and her long black hair fluttered in the wind, covered with broken flesh and blood scabs.
Evil spirits and resentment exploded in the small room, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply.
The four wall-facing ghosts at the corner of the wall turned around instantly, raised their featureless faces, and "looked" at Walnut in unison, their muttering became louder. The fierce ghost retreated to the base of the wall, and more fingers stretched out from the wall.
This kid, has he actually formed a bond with such a powerful ghost? The ghost fiercely tightened his fingers on Yin Ren's body, and his dark eye sockets turned to Hu Tao.
If we let him grow wild, it would be better to nip him in the bud early.
Walnut made a grand appearance: "… "
Walnut: "Aren't you going out to eat snail noodles? What the hell is this place? What's wrong with that wall? It's so disgusting, just like squeezing blackheads...噦..."
Yin Ren: "Please, sister. I'll bring you some milk tea later. Don't worry, they are all weaker than you."
"Leave it to me!" Hu Tao walked to the center of the room with a heroic and confident look.
One second, three seconds, ten seconds, no one moved.
Walnut turned his bloody face and said, "Well, what should I do?"
Yin Ren, Li Gui: "..."
Yin Ren: "Attack them?"
"Haha, I'm not very good at fighting." Walnut laughed awkwardly, "I just died, and I didn't receive any education about continuing my life after death..."
"Sister, just treat them as your enemies."
Yin Ren was helpless. He put his hands behind his back and quietly made a spell. He decided to help Miss Walnut. If it was just a small magic trick, it shouldn't attract attention.
Seeing the ghost in front of him gradually change its appearance, Hu Tao stopped smiling.
She slowly tilted her head and stared at the fierce ghost closest to her without saying a word, the blood color on her body becoming increasingly heavy.
The strong murderous aura and cold killing intent made Walnut feel like she was in a severe winter storm, with her clothes and hair swaying violently. The next second, she dodged in front of the fierce ghost and grabbed its chest.
The ghost: "Wait—"
Swish. Swish.
Walnut tore open the ghost's chest, and the "flesh and blood" filled with evil spirit was torn apart by her like vegetable leaves.
Under her hands, thousands of fingers were like grass stems, which could be completely broken with a simple pinch. The sound of flesh being torn apart was endless.
Swish. Swish.
The four faceless ghosts were not spared either. She tore them into pieces carefully and meticulously. Walnut seemed to be sorting out clothes, and the remnants of the evil things were neatly piled up by her.
Swish. Swish.
She tore the ghost's skeleton into small pieces, chewed it carefully and swallowed it. She hummed a light tune, and the walls of the room gradually turned black and red.
When those eyes full of hatred turned towards him, Yin Ren took a step back without leaving a trace.
What did she see
It seems that compared to what Zhong Cheng said, he still needs to get along better with this person. Yin Ren let out a long sigh and lifted the illusion.
“… That’s enough, sister, calm down.” He said, “That’s enough.”
On Bloody Sunday, besides the five ghosts, the only one injured was Zhong Chengshuo.
When he came back from his night run, Yin Ren was already waiting in front of the game console. Zhong Cheng said he had finished packing and sat down next to him. Out of some kind of habit, when he got close to Yin Ren, he subconsciously sniffed.
Zhong Cheng said: "..."
Zhong Cheng said with distorted features: "… What did you eat tonight?"
"Snail noodles mixed with 1982-year-old evil stuff."
"… "
"I'm kidding."
At the other end of Haigu City, on the upper floor of "Xiaohe Supermarket".
Lu Xiaohe helped her mother clean her body with a smile on her face: "Mom, let me tell you, our new colleagues are really fun."
Xiaohe's mother lay quietly on the bed. Tortured by cancer, she was so thin that she looked a little out of shape. But her facial features were quite similar to Lu Xiaohe's, and her eyes were also full of brilliance.
"Are you happy at work?" Xiaohe's mother asked in a relaxed tone.
"Yeah, today I saw them crying in the group chat, saying they wanted to get off work early to play games - haha, I said my job isn't hard, right? I don't have to work overtime like them."
When she heard the word "game", Xiaohe's mother smacked her lips and said, "It's a pity your dad is out, otherwise the three of us could still play poker."
"He can't leave today."
"Let's play for a while?" Xiaohe's mother propped herself up, "What game is there in the store? The one we can play together. We played it before."
"Oh, Resurrection Legend, right? I'll go get the machine."
Lu Xiaohe grunted as he moved a machine over.
Risen Legend was released eight years ago and was a relatively unknown game. In a sense, it was a complete failure.
The plot is very simple - a prince of a country is taken away by the god of death. Players need to collect various materials and hand them over to the court magician so that the magician can take back the prince's soul.
It focuses on "offline scenes" and is mainly aimed at families and gatherings. The management, exploration, and combat systems are very comprehensive. However, its process is too long and does not meet actual needs. At the beginning, many small shops bought machines and prepared to rent them to nearby students, but the business was very slow.
Lu Xiaohe’s Xiaohe Supermarket is one of the unlucky businesses.
Lu Xiaohe's family left the game behind. They would play it together on weekends a few years ago. Later, when Xiaohe's mother's health deteriorated and Lu Xiaohe joined Shi'an, they forgot about it.
"Where did you play last time?"
After turning on the host, Lu Xiaohe slowly checked the saved files.
"Got it! Haha, we haven't finished the novice village mission last time. Come on, mom, it's time to rescue the 'harassed girl'... Do you still remember the operation?"
"Who is your mother? Of course I remember."
In the crude picture, two characters walked into the mission scene one after the other.
Next to the girl with braided hair, a rogue NPC was laughing.
[Haha, you jerk, you're here and you want to go back? ]
The author has something to say:
Comrade Xiao Zhong asked for help overnight: What should I do if my partner is marinated with snail noodles? It’s urgent.
(End of this chapter)