Xiao Li, a student who has a habit of collecting, was sitting in a taxi driven by Tan Li, and the speed was fast all the way. Several times, he even ran into the greenery on the side of the road and returned home.
There were hardly any taxis at the entrance of Xiao's house, let alone the ones whose fronts were damaged so badly that they had a car accident - so when Xiao Li got home, he was greeted by the housekeeper shouting: "Second Young Master, How... how did you get back here? Why didn't you ask the driver to pick you up?"
He said that he still looked into the car, but fortunately, Tan Li had already returned to Xiao Li's pocket. He didn't see anything in the car, he just thought that Xiao Li had bought a taxi from nowhere. Driving back by himself, he quickly said: "This is not safe, Second Young Master, how can you drive this kind of car, look at the front of the car, what it looks like..."
"It's alright, you get rid of the car." The housekeeper was old, and once he started nagging, there was no end. Xiao Li stopped him in time to continue talking and walked straight back to the room.
He didn't notice that when he got out of the car, a woman was standing behind the curtain in a nightgown on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, frowning at him.
How can he come back? Mr. Ye hasn't shot yet? There was no sign of fright or panic... She still wanted to record him screaming and screaming in terror for the master to see.
Xu Mei couldn't hide the disappointment on her face, took out her mobile phone, and pressed her well-maintained fingers on a phone.
On the other side, when Xiao Li returned to the room, Tan Li ran to the window and looked down without him needing to speak.
The night lights outside the villa were on, and the soft lights illuminated the bright and dripping roses. The magnificent and colorful colors were colors that were not found in the copy world.
The puppet was still lying on the window, and in the blink of an eye, it has become even more miniaturized and sits down on the flower, feeling its beauty up close.
Xiao Li sat on the spot and put Xiao Huangben in front of him casually - after he indifferently rejected Xiao Huangben's request, it lost the news just like the eggplant that was beaten by Shuang. But fortunately, he didn't want to communicate with the other party. The boy picked up the pen, wrote the word "Mall" on it, and opened the mall system.
This system is also simple. All the items that can be exchanged are listed in the book, and you can just tick the things you want to buy. It can be said to be very unintelligent and impractical.
Xiao Li has read countless novels, but this is the first time that he has seen such a troublesome system. No matter what systems in other people's homes are suspended intelligent high-tech, they can also communicate or speak in the last time. Only in this ghost world, Xiao Li has no choice but to Carrying a small yellow book with you, and having to write and communicate in trouble, is not spiritual at all.
He also asked Zheng Yi once, but the answer he got was that other people's books did not have the function of dialogue, and could only make the most basic choices.
There are not many things in the mall, Xiao Li glanced at it roughly, all of them were [Ghost Amulet] (one-time consumable, 200 Survival Coins), [See Ghost Pills] (one-time consumable, after use, it can be used in thirty Seeing a ghost in seconds, 100 Survival Coins), [Cursed High Heels] (After taking it out, you will get two minutes of running speed, there is a chance to get lost, 1000 Survival Coins), [Team Charm] (On this talisman paper After writing the name, the next dungeon world must be assigned to a world, one-time consumables, 3000 Survival Coins) and the like.
There was nothing Xiao Li needed in this mall, but he glanced at his surviving coin balance and generously exchanged some of the first two talismans, then closed the mall.
After going through the orphanage dungeon, in addition to the "Mall" system, the [Forum] function was also opened to increase the degree of communication for the reincarnators.
Xiao Li clicked into the forum to take a look, and the first post was a reincarnation ranking:
[NO.1 Anonymous]
[NO.2 Wang Huai]
[NO.3 Kudo washing machine]
[NO.4 Huaian weaving]
[NO.5 mystery]
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[1st floor: I was fortunate to have been in a dungeon with the fifth mysterious goddess, the goddess of the palace. The goddess calmly reasoned the clues throughout the whole process, and the ghosts and ghosts disappeared in the chat and laughter. She is indeed the goddess of the palace.]
[2nd Floor: I have been in line with a self-proclaimed Kudo dishwasher. Does it have any secret relationship with the third child?]
[3rd Floor: How is this ranking arranged? Why haven't I seen one? Relying on the number of dungeon worlds passed?]
[Fourth floor: Newcomers upstairs? These people are all big names, and they can be ranked as the kind who burn high incense. They have both strength and IQ, and it is recognized that it is good.]
…
Xiao Li was deeply attracted by the third-ranked one. This was the first pseudonym he saw besides himself—his own naming skills were already bad, and this one was even worse than him. .
In addition to this ranking post in the forum, there are also some clues to discuss the exchange of the world of dungeons, and the post to find the teammate ball in the previous world. Xiao Li glanced at it casually, only to feel that his eyelids fell straight down. , then closed the small yellow book.
It was almost one o'clock in the morning, Zhou Ying ran out and hasn't come back. It was a ghost, and Xiao Li didn't worry about it. He took a shower and went to bed.
Due to fatigue, he fell asleep quickly, but the quality of sleep was not very good because he had a dream.
In the dream, Xiao Li was lying on the bed like this, he had vague consciousness, but he couldn't move.
The young man tried to move his arms, and the crisp sound of the chain tapping came from the head of the bed. Xiao Li looked up again and saw that a black chain was tied to his wrist, which was very conspicuous against the white skin.
Immediately, there was a feeling of being bound from his feet, as if something invisible grabbed his ankles, hooping him tightly on the bed, unable to move.
Xiao Li wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.
The force from that ankle was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was about to be crushed alive—in fact, if Xiao Li could see it, he would have found that a palm print had been left on the skin there.
Xiao Li was in pain, but couldn't speak or struggle, so he could only frown slightly and endure.
Then the force gradually lightened as if distressed, and replaced it with a touch, like a lick from a small animal, the palm print also subsided, and the pain gradually subsided.
There was no one beside the bed, and there was no color, just endless darkness, eroding people's sanity.
Xiao Li breathed a sigh of relief, his sanity was not clear, he only felt more and more sleepy, and fell into a deeper dream under that touch.
Before he lost consciousness, a voice sighed very lightly, in a tone of shuddering joy and contradiction: "...If it could be like this, that would be great."