[Shui Jia passes on the identity of [Ghost] to Mu Bing.]
When Ji Thrush heard the news, he quickly looked down at his watch.
00:45:13.
He calculated silently, and it was about fourteen minutes, almost overtime.
And judging from the numbers, one is "water" and the other is "wood". I think the two participants probably did not come together in a team. Ji Thrush wondered if there was any conflict...
At this time, he was walking through the garden and entering another courtyard from the side hall on the east.
When Ji Thrush was a primary school student, he would occasionally read romance novels or martial arts novels. He would often see how many people entered the compound mentioned in the book. How big is it? Now when I see the real thing, I realize that there really is such a big house that can accommodate hundreds of people casually. It will take a long time to walk around it by foot.
Ji Xiaoniao thought, if this goes on, before he can walk around the whole room, all the performers may have been wiped out.
—It seems that you still have to take a risk to deal with the monsters in the house.
With such calculations in mind, Ji Thrush deliberately avoided those crowded and lively places and walked deep into the mansion.
His target is those little monsters who are alone.
According to the previous observation, Ji Xiaoniao easily judged two main points.
The first is that the monsters in this house have obvious differences in rank and status.
Like Guan Shi who threw a copper pot at him when he first entered the "world", sister Hong who distributed rice flower candy to little monsters in the courtyard garden, the head of the guard who beheaded Tu Yi, and the handsome steward with white face and beard. , They all belong to those who have a certain status in the monster den.
As for servants and maids like them, they are all servants who can be dispatched at will.
According to the law that the strong are respected in the world of spirits and monsters, the lower the servants are, the more likely their prototypes are weak monsters.
Ji Thrush admitted that he was just planning to pick the weak ones. Facing a single, weak goblin, in case one of them accidentally passed through during the process of listening to information, he could still use force to subdue the other party.
And the second point is that although the monsters in the house are familiar with each other, not all of them can recognize their faces and be famous.
When he took the risk to get the rice cracker candy, the banshee in the red skirt obviously didn't recognize him, and still gave him the candy without any doubt, which is enough to prove this point.
Therefore, Ji Thrush feels that as long as he has a reasonable identity in the house and is careful enough when speaking, the possibility of revealing that he is a human is still very small.
After preparing himself mentally, Ji Thrush turned over and over in his mind all the details he observed along the way, trying to find clues or doubts, while lowering his head and pretending to be on his way, passing through a water pavilion to the depths of the courtyard.
Behind an unusually luxuriant wisteria, there is a two-story independent small building. Two girls are sitting by the courtyard wall of the small building, one is wearing a light blue skirt, the other is wearing a light purple half-sleeve, They were all wearing double-ringed buns and wisteria branches, and were waving fans and chatting idly.
— That's all they have!
Ji Thrush slipped behind the wisteria trellis, held his breath, and approached the two girls in a slightly wretched way, pricking up his ears to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Soon, he heard the clue.
These two are assigned to serve "Miss Su". Tonight's banquet, "Miss Su" does not need to attend, but rests in the small building behind, and even her maidservants stay behind, waiting for orders at any time .
Apparently the two girls were very dissatisfied with the treatment, complaining inside and out that the other little demons could get some benefits of the banquet anyway, but they were the only ones who served the "mothers" and couldn't go anywhere.
Ji Thrush quickly figured out the cause and effect, and felt that it was almost done, so he messed up his bun, loosened his clothes, grabbed a handful of mud under the roots of the wisteria tree, and patted on his body indiscriminately, trying to find out what he looked like. After he should be embarrassed enough, he walked around the tree for a half arc, and passed by the courtyard wall dejectedly.
"Hey, this little brother."
One of the maids really called out to stop him.
"Look how pitiful you are..."
The girl looked Ji Thrush up and down without restraint, covered her mouth with a fan, snickered and said:
"Could it be that someone bullied you?"
Ji Thrush wiped his face with one hand, and with the other hand behind his back, he pinched his own buttocks hard, tearing up two tears from the pain.
"No… "
He shook his head pitifully, and replied in a low voice:
"I accidentally did something wrong..."
"Ah, this is being scolded!"
The two little demons looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. Seeing that Ji Xiaoniao was about the same age as them, it was very cute that Ji Xiaoniao was so cute that he couldn't shed two tears, so he immediately asked him to sit down and talk. One of them also took out a handkerchief and handed it over, motioning for him to wipe his face.
Ji Thrush took the handkerchief and snored wildly on his face.
"Look at your face."
A girl asked:
"What's your name? Which yard is it from?"
-coming!
Ji Thrush's heart trembled, and he cheered up and replied:
"My name is Aji, and I work under Manager She of the Pianyuan."
When he mentioned "Manager She", he lowered his eyes, pursed his mouth, and had a cute look of "the baby is wronged, but the baby just doesn't say it".
The two girls were really cute by Ji Xiaoniao's pure and innocent disguise.
"Oh, I also heard that Manager She has a really bad temper on weekdays."
The purple shirt girl comforted him:
"After all, he is a great immortal who claims to have the blood of the Jiao clan, so it's only natural that he's a bit arrogant, so just bear with it!"
Ji Thrush puffed out his cheeks, silent.
"That is!"
The girl in the green skirt also echoed:
"Anyway, it won't be long before it's Steward She's turn to go out... Hey, there are quite a lot of guests this time, maybe it's his time."
Ji thrush's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at the two girls.
"I guess, brother, you have not been here long?"
Catching Ji Thrush's eyes, the two girls giggled.
"You'll get used to it over time."
The girls laughed and said:
"Even if the new steward is replaced, most of them like to show off their prestige... those of us who are not well-cultivated can only bear it!"
Ji Thrush's eyes flickered.
"So... I don't know when it will be our turn?"
"Hahaha."
The two girls laughed crisply.
"Of course, in this exchange, the powerful big monsters come first! And there are often poor little people like you who don't understand anything rashly rushing in! The new monsters, I'm afraid there are more than humans!"
Ji Thrush nodded dejectedly.
In fact, he was quickly sorting out the information he had just received from the two girls in his mind.
Seeing his dejected look, the girl in purple shirt comforted him again:
"However, the aura here is rich and protected by the king. For us little monsters, it is actually a good place for practice..."
Speaking of this, her voice became softer and softer, she raised her eyes, looked at the starless and moonless sky above her head, and sighed faintly.
"Well, to put it bluntly, I still... want to go out..."
The girl in the green dress also felt sorry for her:
"In the beginning, we shouldn't have coveted the rich aura here, and broke in without authorization."
Ji Thrush: "..."
Just as he was listening to the girls' conversation carefully, the soft and sticky boy's voice came from his ear again.
[Mu Bing passed on the identity of [Ghost] to Mu Ding.]
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"13 minutes."
At the same time, in the room on the second floor of the main hall, Fan Hemian and Fan Luming also heard the boy's reminder.
"Look at the number, they should be from the same team."
As Fan Hemian said, she looked down at her watch—00:57:44.
"In less than an hour since the game started, the identity of the 'ghost' has been passed on five times, and one person died."
The girl frowned and murmured:
"It's too fast... At this speed, we can last another five hours at most, and the group should be wiped out."
"Okay, sister."
Fan Luming stretched out his hand and pushed his sister down on the bed.
"Hurry up and take a rest, the injury hasn't recovered yet."
Just now, Fan Hemian chose to attack by force in order to quickly spread the identity of the "ghost".
Fortunately, the three of them were not single-minded companions. When one of them saw her rushing over, he immediately took advantage of the chaos and left the other two to confront her head-on.
In terms of fighting skills, Fan Hemian is even better than one against two.
However, one of her opponents had the ability to counteract her. Although she succeeded in the end, she still suffered a lot of injuries—the left upper arm was pierced by a sharp blade, and the blood was free. It seemed to flow all over the place.
At this time, Fan Hemian should be thankful that her younger brother is a healing power user, so that she will not be supported by only one arm for the rest of the time.
"no!"
The girl got up from the bed with a grunt.
"No time to waste!"
She clenched her fist and grabbed her younger brother's shoulder with her uninjured hand, "Go, we must find a partner!"
Fan Luming raised his head from under his sister's arm:
"Looking for someone to join forces? Who are you looking for?"
"Of course, whoever is the most powerful is the one to find!"
Fan Hemian raised his lips, revealing a sneer:
"The one just now, just beat us by his skills!"
The younger brother of the Fan family blinked, "You mean, the musician downstairs who plays the pipa and wears a veil?"
After seeing his sister nodding, he wrinkled his nose.
"How can you be sure that he is willing to join forces?"
Fan Luming said:
"If he is really as powerful as you said, he can kill all of us participants, leaving only himself alone!"
"The movement of that man's sword was so fast that I didn't even see clearly what weapon he was using. It can be seen that his strength is too strong for me to match. If he really planned to kill me, I would have died just now."
Fan Hemian pointed to the thin bloodstain on his neck:
"Obviously, if I cut a little deeper, my throat would be broken, but he just cut off a strand of my hair as a warning..."
The girl paused:
"This shows that he doesn't want to kill me at all... At least, not now."
"I understand!"
Fan Luming's eyes lit up:
"He has the ability to kill, but he doesn't want to kill—this means that he may have companions who want to bring out this 'world' together, so he won't prioritize killing to pass the level. Is that what you mean?"
Fan Hemian nodded:
"Since the goal is the same, maybe we can cooperate or maybe..."