Wen Shi just stood there, and the tour guide's favorability plummeted. However, the corners of her mouth still retained an arc, unlike the host in the previous copy, who would show his emotions on his face.
"Everyone follow." The tour guide was walking in front. The moment she turned around, her smile disappeared, but the flag in her hand was waving happily.
Fearing that the tour guide would take their anger out on them, several players on the same team fell half a step behind and moved a little further away from Wen Shi.
Qian Lai had no worries. He was a lively person and would avoid fortune-telling whenever possible: "If I knew the outcome too early, I would lose the motivation to do anything."
Wen Shi was very calm: "The tragedy of divination often comes from trying to change the outcome and extinguishing the so-called source of misfortune, but in the end being bitten back by the source."
The direction of this sentence is very obvious.
The tour guide was still leading the way, as if she didn't hear what was being said behind her at all.
After leaving the train station, the world suddenly became much quieter.
Xiyang Town was not called this name before, because there were only about 20,000 residents in the town, and the area was large, the scenery was pleasant and it was very suitable for retirement. Over time, people called it Xiyang Town, and most of the people who came here were for retirement and tourism.
Wen Shi and his friends belong to the latter.
After seeing the fat worm and turtle man, everyone gradually got used to the orcs on the streets, and even thought they were pretty good. If you want to know what the NPC's significant personality traits are, you only need to look at their appearance, which is an advantage.
The road the tour guide took them on was full of business people. The aborigines didn't look that ferocious. The three-petal-mouthed rabbit in the pharmacy was pounding medicine while standing by the counter and greeting people, "Members get half price on Wednesdays. Come in and see what you need."
Across the street was a residential building. An old lady was peeling lotus seeds and she would shout to everyone who passed by: "Very fresh, three yuan a pound."
"The people there are simple and honest," Yu Xingzhou said calmly, "Xiaohua is applying to join the guild for the first time, and she looks just as simple and honest."
Xiaohua wanted to deny something, but when she saw Shadow Xiaohua lingering between the president's original body and Shadow, she shut up.
These shadows are simply their magic mirror.
Wen Shi helped her find a step down, "The environment is good."
As it stands, this isn't the Animal Kingdom, it's more like a fairytale town.
The warm atmosphere was broken by an inn located in a deep alley. The building was in antique style, with three floors, and each floor was decorated with accordion-like foldable lanterns.
The temperature in the town is much lower than the previous stations. The temperature is no longer a test for people. When approaching this dark inn, the players feel not only the long-awaited coolness, but also the chill that penetrates into their bones through their pores.
A plaque hangs right above: Laifa Inn.
The light in the alley was too dim, and the four words written in red paint were extremely depressing.
The tour guide did not walk in directly, but introduced diligently: "The building we are in now has a history of nearly 200 years." She winked playfully, "Many things in the inn are several times older than you are. Unfortunately, due to some bad rumors, business is down. The travel agency has the opportunity to help you get the opportunity to stay in the whole group."
Everyone automatically translated her words: haunted, cheap, group purchase.
The inn's source of income is to entertain tourists, but its doors are closed during the day. The tour guide explained: "The owner likes quietness, so everyone lines up and goes in one by one."
His eyes moved around and finally landed on Wen Shi: "Come and line up, you stand first."
As expected, I was targeted.
Wen Shi sighed, the prophet is harming people.
When facing a closed unknown space, it is natural to go as far back as possible, so that you can be mentally prepared and can easily infer something from the traces left by the people in front. If someone dies, the location where the deceased fell, the wounds, etc. can also emit the rules of death.
The moment his palm touched the door, a sticky and thick touch came through his skin. Wen Shi pushed it calmly. The wooden door was too old and it bounced open slowly, with a creaking sound that lingered for a long time.
He was pulling the suitcase and had just stepped over the threshold when he felt a cool breeze on his back. He didn't need to look back to know that the door had closed automatically.
There was not a single window inside, and the entire room was lit by old light bulbs. There were several mahogany round tables in the lobby, and the counter on the far right belonged to the boss.
"Come and register." The boss' voice was hoarse. His mouth was very long, like a needle, making it difficult for him to speak. His belly was round, as if it was filled with some liquid.
Mosquitoes? Wen Shi's eyes moved. They could still survive until now despite having no customers. They were obviously profiteers who sucked blood.
"Come and check in quickly, there are people waiting outside." The Mosquito Boss urged.
The tour guide said that the boss liked quietness, so Wen Shi specially went forward with his suitcase.
The Mosquito boss took out a booklet and a brush and asked him to register. He also gave several rules that needed to be followed in the store, including but not limited to not allowing additional residents.
Wen Shi put the scarecrow in front of the boss: "He is not a human."
The old lady showed half of her head from the suitcase. Her whole arm seemed to have been stripped of all bones and could be twisted into different shapes. She said kindly, "Me neither."
The mosquito boss' eyelids jumped, and he spread out the booklet: "Copy the details on the left, don't miss a word, write "I agree" at the bottom, and fill in the check-in information on the right."
After saying this, he turned an hourglass over, as if he was measuring time.
Dip the brush in ink and start writing quickly when the ink is warm. If you are used to writing with a hard pen, you will feel very uncomfortable using a soft pen, especially when the space on the paper is limited and you have to control the font size.
"Write quickly."
"Don't drop a word, don't drop a word..." The boss kept repeating these words over and over again, and it really sounded like a mosquito buzzing in your ear.
The scarecrow really wanted to poke a puncture in the other's stomach to see what kind of black water would flow out. However, although he had no brains now, he was still dominated by Jian Qingrong's subconscious mind. He was very restrained when Wen Shi was doing the task.
Wen Shi was very focused while writing, completely undistracted by external objects, as if this was not a horror inn but a desk in a school.
After calmly copying the rules and writing "I agree", the mosquito boss started to mutter more frequently: "Don't you want to check it?"
At the same time, he pushed the hourglass in front of him, and most of the hourglass had already leaked out.
The inn was so quiet that the sound of fine sand could be heard, a constant reminder that time was running out.
Wen Shi wrote faster and began to fill in the other half of the guest check-in form.
Just as the tip of his pen was about to fall, Mosquito's needle-like mouth tightened with excitement.
"whee."
Affected by the weird voice of the mechanical cat, Wen Shi found that this word could somehow bring out the full intensity of ridicule. He skipped the first line and wrote the rest of the space smoothly, leaving only one blank: name.
When we were at the station, the tour guide said that we should not just leave our names to show off our visit.
Seeing this, Mosquito Boss was so angry that his stomach deflated a little.
The last bit of sand in the hourglass had flowed away, and Wen Shi's smile did not reach his eyes.
The Sunset Red Hotel that does not exist on the map, and the imaginary train that cooperates with the travel agency and passes through the body without causing any harm, the entire travel agency seems to be non-existent. From this point of view, as a tourist, you have to cooperate and leave as few traces as possible.
He scoffed, "Like he can't stand the light of day."
The guest didn't fall for the trick, and the Mosquito Boss was so disappointed that he reluctantly took a key from the wall and handed it over.
On the surface of the old key, there was a piece of cloth tape with the number 204 written on it.
After Wen Shi took it, he slowed down and went upstairs. He wanted to give the person behind him a hint, but the boss didn't give him the chance and warned him, "Please don't stay on the stairs for too long. The wooden planks are not strong."
The stairs did have some rot.
Wen Shi was carrying a suitcase. If it really collapsed, he would probably be sued by the vampire boss.
He did not linger any longer and quickly turned into the corridor on the second floor. The light was already poor, and the walls on both sides were made of black bricks. In the gloomy environment, the feeling of being unable to breathe became even more severe.
The door lock of the room was not easy to open. When the key was struggling with the lock, some strange noises came from downstairs.
It was not an ordinary scream, it was like a blunt knife cutting flesh, intermittent and very weak. Wen Shi's door was also opened at this moment, and the shocking sound of the door opening drowned out the sound below.
The boss had already given a reminder, and Wen Shi did not let Scarecrow go to check the situation. After all, he was trying to skirt the rules by adding more people to the hotel, so it was better not to provoke him.
The room was dark and damp, and apart from the bathroom at the door, there was only an iron bed.
The first thing Wen Shi did after entering was to open the window for fresh air. As soon as he pushed open the wooden window, something was thrown out from downstairs.
Male, can't tell if it's a shadow or a player. Most of the blood in the opponent's body has been drained, there is a hole in the temple, and the remaining brain matter is flowing out.
The eyesight of the big eyeball is clearer, so the robot cat pronounces for it: "There is a blood spot on the carotid artery."
It is not surprising that mosquitoes suck blood, but this way of death is indeed painful.
A body was thrown out, and someone downstairs waved, suggesting that Wen Shi knew something and could share it.
Wen Shi noticed that the tour guide on the other side had no intention of stopping him, so he turned around and walked to the bed with an expressionless face.
He had seen the tour guide's expression of watching a show several times on the train, always when the players were about to get into trouble. This meant that if a message was given to a group of people in a blatant way, it was very likely to trigger the rules.
At the entrance of the inn, the player whose leg was burned in the tooth land taunted: "The joy he gets from saving people comes from torturing them. Now he is not a human pig, so of course he is not interested."
The burned player is still upset about the pet-like thing next to Wen Shi that caused him to trip.
Everyone knew that he was changing the concept, and that losing limbs and tongue was due to violating the rules. The first newcomer who was caught was almost eaten alive by the passengers. But inevitably, some people were unreasonably angry because Wen Shi did not give them a warning.
Xiaohua smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Maybe he's worried about violating the rules. Didn't the tour guide say that the boss likes quietness?"
The burned player sneered as he took the potion, "It would be more reasonable to reduce the number of players to make the game more difficult."
As we all know, the fewer players there are, the easier it is to reduce the difficulty of the game.
After they finished arguing, the tour guide said, "Don't waste time, go register next."
The burned player walked in. He was full of resentment, but he was quite smart, otherwise he would not have thought of following Wen Shi while parkouring. The previous period of time was enough for him to think clearly about the restriction of not being able to leave his name.
Xiaohua smiled as he walked in and said to Yu Xingzhou, "This guy has a problem with his mentality."
There are subjective factors as well as objective ones, including selfishness and meanness in one's character, mixed with some other unknown reasons.
Yu Xingzhou glanced at the shadow suggestively.
The shadow of the burned player was not on the train at the beginning, and it was obvious that something happened before he boarded the train. After the shadow died, the part that the player had originally restrained seemed to gradually magnify.
But it’s not absolute.
Song Yan is a newcomer. His shadow died on the tooth ground, but he himself looks normal.
Yu Xingzhou's eyes flickered. Perhaps the injury was a trigger. The injury plus the death of the shadow would gradually make people lose their original restraint.
Xiaohua: "It's a hassle to keep it."
She made bloody hints in a very lighthearted tone, wanting to kill and burn the player.
The game's provocations, character changes, and cruel evolution system all seem to be paving the way for players to turn against each other completely later on, so some unstable factors must be eliminated in advance.
Yu Xingzhou: "It's up to you."
He doesn't care about the details.
Xiaohua looked at Li Nan. If the team was to be reduced in number, they still had to get the consent of some people.
Li Nan's attitude was as casual as Yu Xingzhou's: "What I want is variables, not random numbers."
The implication is, just do it.
Xiaohua smiled and said, "I hope I can meet the right rules in the Screaming House tonight."
Not being able to kill each other directly is an unpleasant constraint for these old players.
The three of them had spoken in a low voice before, and most people wanted to get close to the door of the inn to eavesdrop on what was going on inside. Few people noticed them, but two players still heard it and immediately got goose bumps all over their bodies.
Everyone in the virtual world knows that Ji Yuanzhi and Xiaohua are Yu Xingzhou's left and right arms respectively, and both have extreme personalities.
Ji Yuanzhi is a rational person, while Xiaohua is just the opposite. On the surface, she seems warm and easy to get along with, but secretly it is rumored that she has a strong desire for sadism. Even Tu Bianxi, who is famous for his brutality, does not want to come into contact with her in the dungeon.
When the door of the inn was opened again, no body was thrown out, and it was a shadow's turn to go in.
One after another, when more than half of the people had finished registering, the prelude to sunset finally arrived: the sunset.
The orange-yellow light passed through a few floating clouds and shone madly in all directions. The setting sun became redder and redder. Wen Shiqing couldn't help but walk to the window. Sunset Town fell into a deep red.
He felt strangely empty inside, as if he had woken up on a cloudy day in an empty room with the curtains drawn, and suddenly everything lost its meaning.
Not only him, the whole Sunset Town was quiet at this moment. The bustling train station was silent, the rabbits in the pharmacy in the alley drooped their ears, the old lady leaned against the door motionless, and every brick and tile, every existence in the town exuded negative emotions.
These emotions intertwined together, like a pair of invisible hands quietly invading consciousness, and Wen Shi also became negative.
The Sunset Red Travel Agency was fake, and his name was not on the inn's registration book. So where was this? Who was he? Did he really exist
This rubbish question that I would never think about normally can drive me crazy today.
A thin and soft arm stretched out from the suitcase and covered Wen Shi's wrist. The old lady called him at the right time: "My dear grandson."
A sound neither light nor heavy pierced Wen Shi's eardrums. Wen Shi seemed to wake up from a dream. He suddenly grabbed the window sill and felt that the light of the setting sun was very dazzling.
"The sunset is weird." The sunset here seems to be able to infinitely involve people's negative emotions. Wen Shi looked at the suitcase, "Grandma, do you have this unreal feeling? It seems that there is no meaning in living."
The old lady shook her head: "How can a person with half of his body buried in the ground feel anything?"
She was made into a walking voodoo doll when she was young, and later ended everything. She is basically in a state of strength without desire.
Wen Shi looked at the little scarecrow: "What about you?"
The big eyeball only felt that Wen Shi fell into an infinitely lonely state, but it had neither brains nor heart, and did not have the conditions to have such a feeling.
"… "
But after hearing what he said, the scarecrow flew to the window, looked up at the sunset for a moment, and controlled the mechanical cat to speak: "I have to go find the knockoff who is imitating me and see if I can get his brains out of him."
Having no brain and only some basic conditioned reflexes based on consciousness is not a long-term solution.
Wen Shi frowned slightly: "Where are you going to find Shadow?"
"Give me some money, and I'll ask Turtle Man to do the math."
"… "
After two seconds of silence, Wen Shi stuffed the scarecrow into the suitcase handle without mercy, and said, "Grandma, please keep an eye on it for me."
The Scarecrow tried to struggle.
Wen Shi said coldly: "You who have no brains, what is the success rate of digging out the brains of people with brains?"
The Scarecrow thought about it carefully and said, "You can find out if you ask the Turtle Man to calculate it."
Wen Shi took a deep breath, and fortunately the old lady supported him.
Understanding the feelings of the tour guide, Wen Shi laughed out of anger, and every word was squeezed out from between his teeth: "What if the turtle man is unreliable?"
"Find a few more and check the answers."
Before her grandson died of anger, the old lady stepped out of the suitcase and said, "I'll take it for a spin."
Wen Shi was surprised.
"Isn't there some kind of evolutionary system here? Its special feature is that it creates something out of nothing."
The best example is the player's resurrected broken limbs and tongue. The old lady rarely spoke a lot in one breath: "First evolve into another species, and when you have some brains, then go find the shadow."
The scarecrow certainly couldn't push the suitcase, so Wen Shi confirmed again and again, "Are you willing to take the initiative to go out and take a look?"
The old lady nodded: "When I was young, I liked to move freely."
She was willing to help Big Eyes because of her observation along the way that Scarecrow was devoted to his grandson. Secondly, she was more tolerant of simple-minded non-humans than humans. What's more, this was a mentally retarded boy, so it was normal for her to be more tolerant.
Before leaving, the old lady thought for a moment, turned her head and said to Wen Shi: "Don't forget the reminder I gave you."
Until the old lady left with her eyes wide open, Wen Shi recalled what the other party had said along the way, but failed to filter out any meaningful words.
He paced around the room. The old lady must have discovered something, but she was restricted from saying it clearly, so she could only convey it as obscurely as possible.
At eight o'clock, the tour guide knocked on the door of each room in turn to announce that it was time for dinner.
When Wen Shi went downstairs, there were already several people sitting at the dining table in the lobby. He saw Yu Xingzhou and walked over to that table and sat down.
There are bruises on the shadow Yu Xingzhou's wrists from being tied up with bed sheets, and it is easy to distinguish between his original body and his shadow.
In less than five minutes, everyone was there.
Players and shadows are very different in their ways of dealing with people, but their IQs are basically the same. A total of four people were eliminated during the check-in process: two players and their shadows.
The quantity is balanced.
Thirty-six people sat at four large round tables.
New players usually talk a lot, so Song Yan was curious: "Where's the little scarecrow following you? And your grandma."
Wen Shi remained calm and said, "I went out to find a turtle fortune teller."
"Ahem..."
More than one table was choked.
The girl didn't believe that the original body was so stupid. She looked at Wen Shi suspiciously and said, "She is willing to leave you and go play with the turtle?"
Wen Shi's chopstick grip froze for a second, then returned to normal, and naturally changed the subject: "Could it be that you are like some people, treating your grandson like a giant baby?"
The girl immediately looked at the boy and timidly explained: "One negligence may lead to irreversible consequences."
If it wasn't for Gang Wenshi's words, she would have used force with one finger and the chopsticks in her hand would have broken into two pieces. The illusion of weakness could have lasted for a few more seconds.
The boy ate his vegetables calmly without saying a word.
The girl stood up to pour some water. Rarely did she grab the boy and further emphasize that he should not listen to the instigation of outsiders. Her eyes wandered as if she was thinking about other things.
It is difficult to change what is in one's bones. The only difference is whether to suppress it or not. She knows the original body and will not interfere with Wen Shi's interpersonal relationships, but she will not act alone without reason. The scarecrow also disappeared with her. Such a small thing is not enough to make the original body make such a decision.
While she was lost in thought, Wen Shi already had the answer: try not to rely on external forces.
When the monster appeared, the old lady simply stabbed it with a knife. In the rest of the journey, apart from fulfilling her own intention of saving people, she basically just watched from the sidelines.
So does not relying on external forces help you pass the level
"Have you discovered something interesting?" Li Nan, who was sitting on the right, suddenly said, "Our skills have not been unlocked yet."
In the story background prompts, the player's skills will be locked before arriving at the travel destination, but now that they have arrived at Sunset Station, they are still gray and cannot be enabled.
Wen Shi nodded: "Maybe we have to wait until we reach the first tourist attraction."
After dinner, Wen Shi went back to his room and took a hot bath. At 10:30 in the evening, everyone gathered at the entrance of the inn.
The Screaming House is not far from here. Just walk for fifteen minutes, cross the road and go straight, and you can see it on the street.
The building was no longer recognizable. Soft green vines like pythons were wrapped around every gap in the iron window guardrails, giving off a suffocating feeling from a distance. The airtight green vine building only had a small door for people to enter and exit. The tour guide led them towards the small door and asked as they walked, "Do you remember the original intention of this trip?"
"Find your original intention again." Someone said subconsciously.
The tour guide shook his head: "More than that."
Li Nan said calmly: "Be humble."
The background of the story mentions that they lost their humility.
The tour guide smiled and said, "Yes, I believe you will gradually learn this from the attractions you visit."
During the Q&A session, they had already arrived at the Screaming House.
The tour guide was the first to enter through the small door. The first floor was the ticket office. The ticket seller had a fake professional smile on his face. The corners of his mouth were never lowered, and his stiff smile looked very unnatural.
Like all entertainment projects, there are special reminder signs for things to do here. It should have been the first thing everyone noticed, but at this moment, everyone looked at the cabinet against the wall. From the outside, it looks like a Chinese medicine cabinet, but it is more dense, with hundreds of small drawers, each with a different type of label on the outside: Werewolf, Crypt Worm, Crawling Blood Corpse... Each variety has a different price.
The low cabinet next to the cupboard contains plastic baskets and tweezers, which look like the way ingredients are selected for a buffet.
There is no scale, everything here is charged simply by type.
"During the long journey, everyone should have a preliminary understanding of each other. Our travel agency only accepts successful people with special abilities." The tour guide was particularly happy at this time, "Please anonymously select a person you think is the most arrogant and conceited. For the rest of the trip, we will seal his ability. As for the method of sealing, it depends on everyone's concerted efforts later."
She further explained: "The Screaming House will simulate various scenarios based on the megalomaniac's abilities. As long as everyone passes the levels successfully, they can beat him back to his original form."
The tour guide took the ballot box handed to her by the ticket seller, glanced at Wen Shi meaningfully, shook it and said, "If you are very curious about the reason for someone's success, you can vote for him."
The guide's hint was obvious, and the boy suddenly said, "Don't choose..."
The Burned Player sneered, as if he knew what he was going to say: "The shadow's abilities are the same as the original body. Of course you don't want others to know your abilities."
At this moment, the boy knew that these idiots were about to start seeking their own death.
Wen Shi's performance was the most eye-catching along the way, and the shadows would definitely vote for his original body. On the player side, there were too many people who were curious about Wen Shi's skills, plus there were some individuals who were already dissatisfied. It was self-evident who would be voted for in the end.
Yu Xingzhou, who should be the most curious, said in a deep voice: "Choose someone from the shadow side, don't choose Pei Wenwei's shadow."
In a dungeon where two waves of players were wiped out, it would undoubtedly be foolish to choose the path with the most variables in order to explore other people's secrets.
Few players responded. Curiosity was secondary. Now many underground organizations were buying Pei Wenwei's information at a high price, especially the Puppet Guild, which regarded Pei Wenwei as a mortal enemy. If they could grasp a little bit of the other party's secrets, they would not only gain a lot of points, but also take the opportunity to climb up to the big guild.
Xiaohua smiled and said, "It seems that everyone disagrees with what the president said."
Although she was smiling, her eyes were terrifyingly cold.
One player immediately said: "I absolutely support President Yu's decision."
Since it's anonymous, no one will know if you say one thing and do another.
Xiaohua's eyes darkened completely. If she had known earlier when she was at the inn, she should have found a way to kill a few of them.
Her idea was correct. The foreshadowing in the early stages of the game was all paving the way for the subsequent feuds. Eliminating hidden dangers was more important than the number of people in the team.
Wen Shi didn't say a word the whole time, because no matter what he said, no one would take it seriously.
The shadow with a short haircut asked the tour guide: "Can we use our personal abilities after we go in?"
"Of course." The tour guide explained enthusiastically, "And you all go in together. At least in the Scream House, you are a group."
This one sentence made everyone more excited. In other words, they could take advantage of the boss's popularity.
The alarm clock on the wall reached 10:50, and the tour guide couldn't wait to say, "Hurry up and vote. Remember, you can't abstain from voting." In order to prevent everyone from remembering each other's names, the tour guide introduced them again. Everyone else said their names quickly, but when it came to Wen Shi, he introduced them word by word, "Ya, Lun."
He paused for a moment and said with a smile, "I almost forgot to mention that as your tour guide, I also have a vote."
There was paper and pen on the table, and everyone came forward one by one.
Wen Shi was not nervous at all and was certain that he would be elected with a high vote.
The number of shadows outnumbers the four players, and except for the boy, all others will choose him. Moreover, the burned players hate him very much, and with the vote of the tour guide... Wen Shi laughed at himself helplessly: "It's stable, it's stable."
Small slips of paper were stuffed into the ballot box. Half a minute later, the ticket seller began to count the votes and soon announced the candidate: "Aaron."
After reading out the results, she asked Wen Shi to sit down opposite her and actually started taking his pulse. The conductor had his eyes half closed and it took quite a while.
The tour guide's happy smile froze; it had never lasted so long before.
Finally, the conductor withdrew his hand, stood up and selected a variety in the small cabinet, muttering to himself: "Crawlers can imitate speed, and as for sharp weapons, Absurd Monsters can do it..."
She quickly took out the concentrated fossils from the small drawer and threw them into the plastic basket. In a blink of an eye, most of the cabinets in the first three rows were taken away.
The tour guide couldn't hold it in any longer: "Are you mistaken? Usually, five or six concentrated living fossils are enough."
Everyone understood a little bit that these fossils should be alive and able to imitate the players' skills.
Usually one player has only one skill.
I don't know if I said: "Different file."
Wen Shi caught this word and asked curiously: "What is a different file?"
It was Xiaohua who answered him: "Skills are divided into different levels. Most skills are only enhanced in ability after upgrading, which is called the same level. Different levels are when the same skill plays a different role at each level."
Wen Shi raised his eyebrows. He had a main summoning skill and a companion skill. The companion skills were divided into three levels: high, medium and low. Each level played a different role, such as the transformation and resurrection in the charm skill.
The tour guide said that they all have special abilities among the people, and that these abilities may not be limited to skills. My own 2B luck value and a little bit of remaining health while traveling around the world should also count.
"Where is the general?" Wen Shi thought for a moment and asked.
A player asked in surprise: "You still have a general?"
Wen Shi nodded very frankly: "Yes, and it also has skills."
That skill is called Heavenly Sound.
At the same time, the ticket seller finally got enough for half a basket. Because the visitor's ability was very strange and she could not imitate some single fossils, she had to take a few more to match.
There is no computer, it all depends on the computer. The voice broadcast with real people's pronunciation can let customers confirm whether there is any over-recording, and the pronunciation is very clear: "Return to zero, one, two, three plus one, zero, eight, five, six, plus..."
The tour guide's eyes went dark when she heard this. The tickets to the Scream House were packaged by the travel agency. If she paid for it in full, plus the subsequent tourist programs, she wouldn't even be able to pay for the accommodation at the inn.
The expressions of the player and the shadow were not very good either. The tour guide's words "usually five or six are enough" were enough to show that five or six people would be enough to bring out the effect of the dual skills.
And half a plastic basket... that's a lethal dose!
After adding it again to confirm that there was no mistake, the ticket seller stood up and changed the door number leading to the Screaming House on the second floor from A-level scenic area to 5A-level, and handed the bill to the tour guide.
The tour guide covered one eye and carefully looked at the numbers from the end. When she finally saw how many digits there were, she thought in a daze: It's over, I have to stay in town to wash dishes and pay the room fee.
The player had a bigger headache than her and took a deep breath.
On the other side, Wen Shi and the boy read the precautions for entering the Screaming House in a rare harmonious manner, and as expected, they found a sentence: The elected and his shadow do not need to enter.
The Screaming House simulates the skills of the players, so it is impossible for them to enter with the same skills. In addition, in order to prevent the skills from being blocked, the elected person may deliberately create chaos, causing others to be unable to leave the Screaming House. This rule actually protects the voters.
After making sure they didn't need to go in, Wen Shi and the boy looked at each other and clapped their hands as if they had survived a disaster: "Yeah."
(End of this chapter)