The lines on the palm of his hand were rough, but from the size one could tell that the person blindfolding him was a child.
The curator screamed in panic after being frightened, and soon his breathing became difficult, and most of the sound was blocked by his other hand. The metal door had a good soundproofing effect, and the remaining screams were all sealed in a separate space.
On the support bed, Wen Shi slowly sat up.
The curator cannot see the ghost child, which proves that he is not as powerful as ordinary monsters. His interest in young people is completely reflected in the word "longevity".
Compared with the Spire Amusement Park, the Hall of Celebrities is a completely easy question to answer with the cheating device of Ghost Child.
After getting out of bed, Wen Shi grabbed the back collar of the curator's clothes and pushed him into the cabin. The curator's limbs were held down by the ghost boy, and only half of his body was struggling desperately like a stranded fish.
"Choose one of the two?" Wen Shi asked jokingly.
There were two green buttons on the wall, one of which was darker in color and hidden behind a cabinet. He pressed it without thinking.
The machine started to work immediately. The internal condition of the ring magnet could not be seen clearly, but from the occasional muffled groans, it could be judged that the person inside was experiencing a painful torture.
Wen Shi stood beside the machine and said in a neither light nor heavy tone: "How much do you know about demons?" As he spoke, he leaned down and waved at the ghost boy, and the curator was able to breathe freely for a short time.
"I only have one chance. If I get news that satisfies me, I will stop the machine."
The curator's face was covered with plaster, and the liquid that flowed without leaving any trace kept pouring into his pores, and the feeling of suffocation made his brain chaotic.
He asked vaguely, "What demon?"
Wen Shi turned around and deliberately made his footsteps heavier, as if he was about to leave.
The curator immediately became anxious and tried to speak:
"… More than a decade ago, I found that as I got older, my hands could no longer hold a knife. I prayed to the devil to give me a younger body, and I was willing to give anything for it."
The curator coughed violently and continued in a hoarse voice, "The devil suggested that I be conservative and maintain the state of being in my 50s or 60s. This way, I can hold the knife steadily without sacrificing my entire soul. The only thing is that I am responsible for making and selling those shrines."
If Wen Shi didn't know the devil's style of doing things very well, he would have thought he was considerate just by listening to the description.
He walked back again and finally asked, "Where did you hear about this demon?"
To worship something, you must first know that it exists.
"Look, watch a movie." The curator stretched out his arms, trying to push the outer cover away, choking with pain, "There is a movie called "Vertical Meijin". In the movie, the heroine worshipped the devil and realized her wish. After watching it, I tried to worship the devil on a whim."
The machine finally stopped, and the horrible plaster slurry inside disappeared without a trace.
Wen Shi stood there quietly. Although it sounded ridiculous, the curator would not have the energy to make up such a lie when his life was at stake.
The ghost child climbed out of the machine, looking for praise.
Because his body had shrunk significantly in the fire, his head looked very large: "Mom, did I behave well?"
"great."
The ghost boy pressed the issue further: "Then mom can you make a specimen of your arm as a reward for me?"
Wen Shi heard this with a faint smile in his eyes: "Want this arm?"
All the ghost children rushed towards him and nodded vigorously.
Wen Shi smiled even more gently: "Okay, if no one changes their mind by tomorrow, I'll give it away as a gift." The ghost child raised his face, as if to catch the smile in his eyes. Mom is so generous, they love her so much!
On the other side, the curator climbed out of the machine. His skin was much looser and he looked ten years older. He saw this scene just after taking a few breaths. He couldn't see the ghost boy, but the few words that Wen Shi said alone drilled into his ears, and he felt a chill for a moment.
The metal door opened again.
Wen Shi strode out with his head held high. The curator hung his head behind him and called out weakly, "Next."
Wen Shi, who was walking in front, turned around. The curator's thin lips trembled and he raised his hand and swore that he would not do anything naughty again.
It’s okay to act like a demon.
Wen Shi thought in a good mood that the next person to go in would be Xiaohua anyway.
At normal speed, each person would be inside for no more than five minutes. Xiaohua was inside for six minutes. When she came out and saw Wen Shi looking at her, she said, "I beat that old man up."
A violent attack type of real pumping.
She originally wanted to kill him outright, but because there were other NPCs present, she reluctantly chose to hold back.
Wen Shi was not at all surprised that the curator refused to repent. He had just suffered a great ordeal in the machine, and was eager to make up for his life, but unfortunately he encountered only tough guys.
"I believe he has learned to be honest now." Wen Shi shrugged.
Xiaohua had been out for a minute when the curator wrapped himself in a thick robe and moved out with great effort. He apologized to the city lord with a weak face, "My old illness has come back. The remaining data will probably have to be measured later."
After not hearing a response for a long time, the curator raised his head and met a pair of lifeless eyes. For a moment, he felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.
Just as his heart was beating as fast as a bell, the city lord finally nodded.
The curator felt relieved.
The curator did not accompany the city lord downstairs. Instead, he stood at the window on the third floor and saw Wen Shi and Xiao Hua get into the car one after another downstairs. He breathed a sigh of relief.
When he turned around, he saw a shrine on the ground and the statue inside was looking at him.
The thing that was clearly in the display case on the first floor suddenly appeared behind him. The curator got goosebumps all over his body. Just as he was about to speak, the black mist rising from the top of the statue floated in front of him.
"I didn't mean to betray you... It was that bodyguard who forced me to say it! You can kill him to silence him..."
Before he could finish his defense, the plaster in the plastic bucket broke free from gravity and rushed toward the museum. The curator immediately turned and ran toward the stairwell, but the plaster formed a waterfall in front of him, wrapping around every part of his skin at a strange angle, then drying up and solidifying.
The third-floor lobby was completely deserted, the curator disappeared, and near the stairwell, there was a new artistic sculpture: the body was leaning forward, the arms were raised, and the posture of running away was lifelike.
"I won't kill him..." The dead curator could not hear the devil's last whisper: "Because we are the same kind of people."
The black air was re-gathered into the statue, and the entire space became completely quiet.
Wen Shi's car had been on the road for ten minutes. He said to the man in black meaningfully, "The city lord is in great health. Let's go to the cinema to watch a movie without having lunch."
The man in black replied coldly: "Do your job well."
It was inconvenient to talk because of the man in black, so Wen Shi and Xiao Hua secretly contacted each other via mobile phone to discuss what had happened before.
Xiaohua replied: [I have a question. When the curator came out, he looked much older, which means that the machine can drain a lot of life each time it runs. If he just wants to maintain his current state, he should not need so much life. So where did the remaining life go? ]
Wen Shi also felt it was strange. He looked through the front window at the car where the city lord was, and his doubts deepened.
Last time I came across a place called Royal Cinema in Sunset Town, and it also exists in the City of Gold.
This is where the city lord will watch the movie later. The surroundings are decorated magnificently and there is no gloomy atmosphere from the outside.
The cinema has seven halls in total, and the last hall is a private cinema. You can freely choose what to watch. All the films that have been released can be played again in this cinema. Wen Shi really wanted to watch the movie "Zongheng Meijin", but unfortunately he had to accompany her to the premiere.
The city lord arrived nearly an hour early, and the staff hurried out to greet him.
As the leader of the Golden City, the city lord enjoys absolute privileges. Although there has never been a precedent for changing the time of the premiere, the boss has privately begun to contact the crew and the lucky audience members to discuss starting it early.
The premiere was scheduled to be held in Hall 4, with an exaggerated promotional poster hanging at the door.
Wen Shi looked closely: "Mei Jin 5". On the poster, the hero and heroine looked at each other affectionately, with the Mei Jin Casino behind them. Wen Shi almost studied the poster with a magnifying glass, and finally found a miniature shrine pattern in the casino scene with people coming and going. It was quite inconspicuous and could be easily overlooked if you were not careful.
The others saw that he was staring at the poster and didn't pay much attention. Mei Jin was the largest casino in the Golden City, and there were countless movies about it. The most famous of them was "Mei Jin", which had several films in a row and all had good box office results.
Thanks to the boss's active contact, the premiere was successfully held ahead of schedule.
Almost soon after they entered the theater, lucky audience members selected by the cinema arrived one after another and entered the theater. Soon after, the leading cast also arrived.
The city lord sits in the first row, and the bodyguards need to stand on the stairs on both sides to observe the people coming and going.
The audience covered all ages, and Wen Shi did not find any suspicious people among them, and the actors were also normal. The director stood on the stage, bowing to the city lord to express his gratitude, and the excitement and pride on his face could not be concealed at all.
Xiaohua whispered, "Pay attention when watching the movie."
Wen Shi nodded. If there was nothing wrong with the person, the pit was probably buried in the big screen.
The main interactions took place after the movie. The director said a few words and took his team to sit in rows one and two.
All the surrounding lights went out at once, and a faint light came on the screen. Wen Shi held his breath and focused his eyes on the screen along with the audience.
The "Zongheng Mei Jin" series is a completely commercial film. There are no major plot points. It carries forward the usual spirit of first suppressing and then promoting. The genius protagonist was expelled from school because he was framed into a gambling game. The subsequent plot has not yet been performed, but everyone can guess where the story is going.
Forty minutes into the movie, Wen Shi's lazy gaze suddenly focused.
"Please bless A Yao with all the success tomorrow..."
In the small room at night, the light is pitifully weak, because the hero has to participate in a competition the next day, and his girlfriend folds her hands and prays on the futon late at night. There is a strong wind outside the window, and the temperature and light in the room are further reduced. The heroine rubs her palms gently, and the color of the shrine in front of her is not affected by the dim environment and is still bright.
The camera flashed by and Wen Shi saw the statue in the shrine.
Compared to the shrines displayed in study rooms and celebrity halls, the shrines in the movie have unprecedented magic. After watching it, people's brains will uncontrollably trace the outline of the statue back and forth, giving rise to a strong urge to make a wish.
Seeing that he was about to drill into the screen, Gui Tong forcibly helped Wen Shi to pry his head back.
Wen Shi was very touched, if they hadn't wanted to complete a 360-degree rotation with their heads.
He hooked the bell with his finger. This thing was like a bamboo stick, which was particularly intimidating to the naughty child. The ghost child did not dare to touch it, and slightly retracted his little hand, calming down a little.
After Wen Shi regained his senses, he immediately looked at the watch face.
[Rationality: 69/100]
The sharp drop in his rationality made him a little confused. Not only did his blood circulation become more difficult, but he almost mistook the interactive props the director was holding for a long-haired female ghost.
Xiaohua used her fingers to indicate that her rationality value had dropped by 20. Without the interference of the ghost child around her, she was less affected than Wen Shi. Seeing Wen Shi's body swaying slightly, she reminded him, "You should find a way to increase the number of readers."
Wen Shi had already put this matter on the agenda. He now had the illusion that even normal people were seeing ghosts, and could only learn about the changes in the expressions of the audience from Xiaohua.
Xiaohua's goggles were not disturbed in the darkness: "The audience's expressions were very confused, their eyes were distracted, as if they were bewitched by something."
"Where's the city lord?"
"What can you tell with a mask on? But I feel like his breathing rate is not right, it's very perfunctory," Xiaohua expressed his doubts, "During the time period when the shrine appeared in the movie, I felt like he wasn't even breathing."
However, everyone's attention was attracted by the camera at that time, and Xiaohua was also distracted, not sure if she had seen it wrong.
"If only Ji Yuanzhi were here," she sighed, "we could get more information."
As he said this, he did not forget to mention Li Nan, who was living a peaceful life in the gambling city.
Wen Shi pondered and said, "There are many jobs in Golden City, but Li Nan chose to work in Meijin Casino. It shouldn't be that simple."
The gambling city has many rich people and a wide range of information, which is indeed a very good channel, but for Li Nan to be the first, it is not enough to be steady. The movie currently being played is also based on the Meijin Casino. There may be some secrets in this gambling city that they don't know.
The shrine only appeared once throughout the entire movie, and after the screening ended, the lights in the theater came back on.
It took the audience half a minute to come back to their senses and start applauding enthusiastically. The director took the actors back to the stage and introduced the interesting things about the filming in detail.
"It took me three months just to convince the casino owner to let us shoot on location. I almost broke my legs."
The audience was laughing.
Wen Shi privately used his phone to search for information about the owner of the Mei Jin Casino, but Xiao Hua had already done so before him: "It's all gossip. Even the owner is not clearly stated online. It is said that his last name is Mei."
"I'll ask Li Nan when I see him in the evening." Li Nan had already replied to his text message, and the two parties agreed to meet after ten o'clock, when the other party got off work.
The city lord had completed his itinerary for the day, and the two of them no longer needed to be responsible for the subsequent security work. Thanks to the curator of the Hall of Fame, Wen Shi was able to rest an hour earlier.
After leaving the theater, the man in black shook his head at them and said, "Your work is over."
The implication is that they can no longer ride in this modified car.
The city lord got into the car as usual, surrounded by bodyguards. Wen Shi didn't know if it was an illusion, but when passing by him, the city lord's footsteps seemed to pause for a moment, and a slight cool breath made him shiver.
The car sped away from the cinema.
Wen Shi stared at the car disappearing at the end of the street, lost in thought.
"Pei Wenwei."
Xiaohua called him twice before Wen Shi came back to his senses.
"What are you thinking about? Let's go have lunch first."
He found a nearby restaurant and was halfway through his meal when his smartphone vibrated violently. He took it out and saw it was a notification for a transfer.
When the professional certification qualification is successfully obtained, an electronic account will be automatically established. The change in the account balance just now reminded him that he has a remittance of 90 million, which is the remaining remuneration.
The currency of the Golden City is not circulated in the outside world, and there are no restrictions on large transactions. People in the city spend money like water.
Wen Shi raised his eyebrows: "We are now considered billionaires."
Xiao Hua pointed in a certain direction and said, "A billionaire is better."
Wen Shi looked over and saw a new line of resume added to his electronic business card on the skyscraper opposite: Successfully protected the city lord once.
The charges for orders involving the city lord will never be low. I'm afraid everyone knows that he is a rich man.
"It's fine for ordinary people," Xiaohua picked up the hot noodles and blew a breath calmly, "the jealous players will soon be unable to hold back."
It was a disguise, but there was no other way. When I saw this Yan, he was exactly the ideal poor little template. Xiaohua looked at him deeply, and the protective factor was activated again: "... You win."
After getting the exact answer, Wen Shi turned his head and looked at the ghost child beside him. This time, his tone was full of resentment: "Children, someone wants to snatch the specimen from you."
The ghost children were particularly united at this time. The black burnt lines on their arms were almost spreading to their chins in anger. They clenched their fists tightly. Whoever dared to snatch their mother would be baked into a specimen first!
"Just follow me quietly." Wen Shi told the ghost boy, "Don't get too close to me."
The noodles had been left out for a while and were a bit lumpy, so I ate them calmly while they were warm.
After the meal, Xiaohua asked him to go back alone. Wen Shi smelled the familiar smell of sting enforcement, and cooperated very well to pay the bill and leave.
He walked towards the bus stop, and just as he turned into a small alley with few people, several people walking towards him lined up in a row, blocking his way.
"Please make way."
The leader did not move: "Our boss wants to hire you as a bodyguard, the price is negotiable."
Are you pretending to be an NPC in front of me
No, it cannot be considered fully equipped. Wen Shi initially judged that there were NPCs and players among the people blocking the road.
Two of them had flickering eyes and even took a step back, obviously sensing the extraordinary yin energy from Wen Shi. The other three were much calmer.
If it was the beginning of the dungeon, Wen Shi might still be in the mood to make some fun, but now his rationality level was pitifully low and he just wanted to go back and rest.
Wen Shi snapped his fingers lightly.
The people standing in front of him were confused, until in the blink of an eye, the ghost children with smiles came out from behind the trees, the eaves, and even the underground manhole covers. The children's hands were now all burnt black, but their faces were barely normal. These ghost children were very good at hiding and killing.
The player believed that he did not underestimate Wen Shi’s power, and even wanted to kill him with the help of an NPC, but the appearance of the ghost child was indeed unexpected.
"Hurry up." A player urged in a low voice.
The NPC who was instigated used to be a bodyguard. As of tonight, if nothing unexpected happened, his industry rating should be the last. There is an unspoken rule in professions related to force, such as bodyguards and assassins. As long as you can kill the person ranked higher, you can also temporarily get a gold medal of immunity from death.
The NPC took out a black gun without warning. Wen Shi opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but the NPC did not give him a chance to speak and pulled the trigger directly.
At such a close distance, there was no possibility of dodging. The moment the bullet was fired, the NPC, who almost thought he had succeeded, smiled.
Directly opposite him, Wen Shi, who was the target, had a smile on his lips that was even bigger than his.
The bullet encountered an invisible barrier in mid-air. Xiaohua used the [Imprisonment] skill to seal off a piece of space.
The bullets were spinning in the air, sparks flying from the friction. The NPC fired two more shots, but the result was the same. Not long after all the bullets encountered resistance, they all spun around in vain and finally fell quietly to the ground.
Seeing that something was wrong, the two players prepared to evacuate, but were unfortunately bounced back by the barrier behind them.
Xiaohua seemed to have walked out of thin air, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Wen Shi was very intriguing: "You really trust me. You are not afraid of being shot to death."
I thought it was a robbery, but it turned out to be a murder.
However, these players picked a good time. With the preconceived idea of robbing money, the target would subconsciously think that everything is negotiable. Who would have thought that the NPC would shoot as soon as he came up.
Wen Shi just smiled.
Of course, he would not completely rely on others for his life. The [Shroud] could cover his entire face at any time, and he could then summon the old man ghost out.
"They are from the Six Commandments." Xiaohua took a quick look and said, "One of them has the skill of [Tracking], and the other one has the skill of [Poison Master]."
She focused on one of them and said with a smile, "Kill the one on the left."
[Tracking] is just an auxiliary skill. I can be on the top of the leaderboard only because of this skill. I can always find a big guy to lead me. [Poison Master] is different. If you really risk your life, it is easy for both sides to suffer losses.
Wherever Wen Shi pointed, the ghost children would attack, and they all immediately pounced on the same person.
The face of the player on the left changed drastically, and the other player gave up the fight and left without caring about the friendship of the same guild.
Xiaohua strangled three NPCs who were standing there in a daze with a long whip. Her effortless whip-swinging movements made her look like a carnivorous plant.
Wen Shi said in a nice way: "They dared to come here even though they knew we had acted together before."
"There must also be an element of being deceived, such as a powerful boss telling them that the people of the Second Commandment are trying to establish a good relationship with you in order to kill you."
From the perspective of player interests, this reason is more convincing.
Every time a player who is being abused by the ghost child uses an item, he or she will be [confined] to a limited distance and area and will be unable to attack the ghost child.
"Let it go... I can tell you..."
Wen Shi calmly replied, "Tell us whether it was the president who hired you? Or did your president also tell you something similar, so you want to have it both ways."
Even though his eyes were covered by the ghost hand, one could still see that the player's face changed drastically after listening to his analysis.
Xiaohua shook her head: "A fool obsessed with profit."
That fat guy just wanted to test it out. If he succeeds, that would be the best. But if he fails, it would also reveal Erjie's true attitude, whether he prefers to kill or save Pei Wenwei and the others.
I think the president of Wangcai Bank must be very puzzled by the result.
He was too used to looking at everything from the perspective of interests, and could not explain why Erjie chose to be friends with Pei Wenwei.
The water in the body was absorbed bit by bit by the ghost boy, and one third of the player's body suddenly became thinner: "... Points, transfer..."
The ghost boy blocked the rest of his words in his mouth with his hands, and his tongue was almost melted by the high temperature.
No one is a fool. If you collect points, you must use contract props and make some promises.
Wen Shi glanced around. There must be a lot of people secretly watching today. This is the best opportunity to deter them. It's time to let these people know that points cannot buy lives.
Xiaohua was very satisfied with his uncompromising attitude. Only blood and violence can make others more cautious.
He watched the player turn into a dried corpse with an expressionless face. Finally, a gurgling sound suddenly came from the player's throat.
Xiaohua was a little curious and thought he had some hidden trick up his sleeve. Wen Shi translated it accurately: "He is cursing me to hell and saying that I will not die a good death."
“…” Why are you so experienced
The assassination took a lot of time, but it was a one-time thing, and on the way back I never encountered any more blind people.
In fact, Wen Shi was a little surprised by Erjie's goodwill. After all, it would be more cost-effective to kill him no matter how you look at it.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Xiaohua reminded him, "Not everyone in the Second Commandment is trustworthy, but Ji Yuanzhi doesn't want to kill you. He represents the attitude of the guild's top brass."
In addition to blood ties, many of the bonds between people are acquired. Wen Shi led the entire team in the big factory, which made Ji Yuanzhi owe him a favor. This was an extremely correct choice.
Having several hours of free time in the afternoon, Wen Shi returned to the hotel, said hello to A Yu, and prepared to go back to the guest room to rest.
A Yu looked at the group of little kids following him with a smile, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"Where did you get these blind little brats?"
She naturally doesn't like children, except Wen Shi.
The ghost children couldn't explain the reason, but this was the second time they felt scared today after seeing the city lord. They immediately lined up and hid behind Wen Shi like a group of chicks, trying to hide their existence through the blind spot of vision.
Wen, who was forced to play the role of a hen, pointed to the bell around her waist, indicating that when she couldn't bear it anymore, she would call for her mother.
A Yu hesitated for a few seconds and ultimately did not choose to physically liberate these ghost children.
Wen Shi took the ghost children who pretended to be well-behaved back to the room.
The children's idea was simple. Although their mother had powerful adults around her, if they found an opportunity, they could just run away with the specimens.
Lying on the soft big bed, Wen Shi thought of Li Nan who was still working hard in the casino, and admired his perseverance.
The Yin energy entering his body made him not want to move at all. He lay dead in bed for the whole afternoon. Just when he felt a little sleepy, he saw the ghost boy eagerly finding a tape measure from somewhere and measuring the length of his arm. It was obvious that he was still thinking about the arm he promised to give him as a gift.
Wen Shi did not break their happy fantasy. Time passed quickly until it was past nine o'clock before he got out of bed.
[Rationality value: 65.]
Wen Shi was even walking very slowly at this moment, and he began to consider using body transformation to enhance his agility.
Taking the elevator directly to the first floor, upstairs and downstairs are completely two different worlds. The moment the elevator door opens, a wave of hot heat and sound hits you in the face.
The night is different from the day, and there is no place to sit in the casino lounge area.
Wen Shi followed the location sent by Li Nan and made many twists and turns in the noisy place. "Zongheng Mei Jin 5" was still shot conservatively, and the area of the casino was larger than imagined.
There is also a special elevator leading to the underground, and the deeper you go, the more terrifying the stakes.
Forcefully focusing, Wen Shi dragged his tired body and finally found the place.
Li Nan is just an ordinary dealer. His staff rest area is very inconspicuous, with a sign at the door: No entry for unauthorized persons.
Wen Shi walked straight in.
The temperature in the room dropped sharply the moment he entered.
The ghost children began to become restless again and wanted to be made into specimens.
Li Nan had just gotten off work and hadn't had time to change his clothes. Seeing this, he asked, "Come to me to exorcise the little ghost?"
Wen Shi waved his hand and got straight to the point: "You work step by step every day, how is the number of readers?"
Li Nan was very calm about this: "Not much."
Wen Shi paused for a moment and said, "I came here to confirm something with you. Is there more than one channel to increase the number of readers?"
At any stage, the game will leave players a way out. If the monster deliberately leaves the live broadcast room, the player will definitely die, so the game must have done a balance when designing the dungeon.
Wen Shi said what he had been speculating for a long time: "If we kill the monster, will the number of readers increase?"
When he killed the leopard in the small ancestral hall of the Lin family villa, the number of viewers increased, but Wen Shi was not sure whether it was related to this. After all, his number of viewers was the largest among the same group of players.
Li Nan picked a seat and sat down. The narrow wooden stool could not weaken his aura. He just spoke slowly:
"The death rate of City of Gold is not low, but it is classified as a story chapter that no one cares about, which shows that it itself has little to watch." Li Nan's analysis is always on point: "If we push it further, we can complete the game in a similar way to stock trading. The game will not do anything about this."
He made connections in Las Vegas during the day, lent money at high interest rates at night, traded stocks in the morning, and at the same time, he made deals with some underground organizations based on the high-tech light weapons mechanical drawings in his mind.
I've made about 70 to 80 million in the past few days.
Now that he has enough capital, as long as he chooses a perfect stock and manipulates it properly, he can leave the copy at the latest the day after tomorrow.
The only problem is the number of readers.
There is no shortage of dirty things in the gambling city, and your rationality level will drop quickly.
A story without a good point would not have any monsters, so Li Nan knew from the beginning that there were other ways to increase the number of readers. He tried catching monsters, beating monsters, and killing monsters, and determined that the last method could be used to fix a bug. As long as the monsters were killed, the game would also count as an increase in the number of readers.
"The third underground floor is almost a paradise for monsters," Li Nan had figured out the structure of the casino early on. "If you want to 'purchase', you have to go there."
After that, he casually asked, "How many viewers do you need?"
A large part of the conversation between the two parties was blocked by the game. Wen Shi glanced at the real-time reader count and said, "At least nine thousand."
"… "
Li Nan frowned slightly, and without asking the reason, he just said, "If we kill so many monsters, we will definitely attract the hatred of the owner of the Mei Jin Casino."
The casino built three underground floors, there must be other purposes. Now that all the monsters have been cleared out in one wave, how can the boss just sit there
If you want others to help you, you have to use benefits as bait. Wen Shi said sincerely: "It will be beneficial for entering the 3S copy in the future."
The host being alive can help them save their lives.
Li Nan thought for a moment, then quickly took out a new set of work clothes from the closet and threw them to Wen Shi, while pointing in the direction of the locker room.
If you want to enter the third underground floor, the most convenient way is to disguise yourself as a staff member.
His rationality value dropped another point, and Wen Shi almost couldn't catch his clothes. From vision to mobility, he was now extremely inferior.
"Are there monsters serving as waiters on the third floor?" Wen Shi asked.
Li Nan nodded: "Yes."
The only way to maintain order there is to fight violence with violence.
Wen Shi raised the corner of his mouth, realizing that he could use the body transformation without any scruples.
Li Nan used a talisman to help him keep the ghost boy temporarily. Wen Shi went into the locker room alone. He changed his clothes very quickly and came out again in less than three minutes.
The same clothes, when worn by Li Nan, exude a sense of calmness in every gesture, but when worn by Wen Shi, they look different.
The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his perfect collarbone. His fair skin exuded a coolness, and the small vest perfectly wrapped around his waistline. Because of the incomplete transformation, Wen Shi regained his usual agility. His cat tail hung docilely on the ground, but his small triangular ears stood up energetically, as if he was always trying to catch the movements around him.
"Let's go." Wen Shi finally straightened his clothes and smiled with narrowed eyes: "Let's go buy some goods."
When the talisman expired, the ghost children forgot their anger and looked at Wen eagerly. Their mother was indeed the most beautiful specimen in the world!
There is only one good mother in the world!
Gently touching the ghost boy's head, Wen Shi's expression was gentle, thinking that soon mother will teach you two the truth.
First, don’t gamble.
Second, a good son is born under the stick, and in their eyes, a male mother is someone who can kill monsters with a sword.
(End of this chapter)