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Chapter 123 Food

Those people seemed to have gone outside the funeral home looking for clues.

Shen Maomao huddled at the door of the funeral parlor, looked at the huge monster motionless in the mist as if dead, and felt that there must be something wrong with them.

The monster is just lazy to move, not dead or asleep, those people were chased by it before, but now they overcome their fear and look for clues outside...

There are oddities.

Lou Jingmo stood behind her and said, "What did you find?"

Shen Maomao replied truthfully: "I think those people led by Plaid Shirt must have discovered something in the mist, otherwise they would not take any more risks."

And this discovery must be related to the core of the dungeon, and may even be an important clue to leaving the dungeon.

They can know from the last dungeon that entering the mist is not certain death.The plaid shirts and the others probably discovered this too, so they had to run to the outside with such a big guy outside...

Thinking of this, the hazy black figure in the mist suddenly let out a roar that shook the world, then raised the weapon in his hand, and slammed it down towards the ground.

All of a sudden, the ground shook, and Shen Maomao grabbed the railing next to him, so he didn't get shaken and fell to the ground.

A figure rushed out of the fog, desperately running towards the funeral parlor.

A huge, dark green hand stretched out from the mist, grabbing at the very small figure in comparison.

"What is this..." Shen Maomao murmured.

That is not a human arm.

The muscles on its arms are knotted, and the veins are crawling all over the forearms like small snakes, and it is beating slowly and powerfully at the moment; its five fingers are covered with blue hair, and the five nails are sharp and black, as if it is easy The ground can tear open a fragile human being.

It grabbed the running man, closed its five fingers quickly, and the air flowed through its fingers, bringing a gust of wind.

The man threw himself forward and fell to the ground.He fell a bit hard, and couldn't get up from the ground for a long time. He could only helplessly look at the two Shen Maomao at the door, hoping that they could lend a helping hand.

The big hand grasped the air, and slowly retracted into the mist, as if he didn't intend to attack again.

Shen Maomao and Lou Jingmo looked at each other, and they understood each other's meaning almost instantly.

They ran out of the funeral home together, rushed to the man's side, put his shoulders on the left and right, and dragged him towards the gate of the funeral home.

The monster let out a roar at the right time, kicked its big feet on the ground indiscriminately, and shook the ground again.

The man's face turned pale, but he couldn't exert any strength on his legs for the time being. He could only pin his fate on the two women and pray that they would not abandon him.

Shen Maomao and Lou Jingmo still hoped to get words out of his mouth, how could they leave him behind?

The man was tall, and was dragged forward by two girls who were a head shorter than him, with his feet drooping behind him, and the rubber of his shoes rubbed against the brick, leaving a long mark on it.

The second they stepped into the fence of the funeral home, the monster in the mist seemed to have lost its target and returned to the state of a statue, standing quietly in front of the funeral home, like a dedicated door god.

The man narrowly escaped death, lying on the ground panting heavily, and the two women also panted slightly.

After calming down, he sat up with his hands supporting himself, one leg straightened, the other bent, his right hand resting on his knee, and he didn't look very embarrassed.

Shen Maomao asked him: "Why are you so overwhelmed? Go outside and die?"

The man pursed his lips, and chose to face the two saviors frankly: "It's not considered death, we may have a problem with the dungeon."

He may have had the experience of speaking in front of the public, so he can express what he wants to express in an orderly manner: "From the very beginning, we knew that the fog belongs to the world outside the game, and I used to think so deeply. But what happened today blew my mind."

He looked at the fog, as if he saw something else beyond the monster: "In the morning, we and Sanhuang... oh, it was the man in the plaid shirt. We walked ahead together, looking for something that might be there. Newbie on the road."

Shen Maomao: "..." God damn Sanhuang, this buddy is so good at secondary school.

The man opened his eyes, recalled the scene at that time, and continued: "At that time, there was no fog on the road. We walked forward not long before we met a newcomer. This newcomer is very strange. I don't know if you have seen such a He looks very ordinary, but he has a magical power, like a natural speaker, a natural leader..."

The more Shen Maomao listened, the more he felt something was wrong, not because of the strange newcomer, but because of the tone and tone of the man's speech.

"He is like a siren in Greek mythology, beguiling us with his voice to do what he says. He leads us across the wide road, past the mysterious garden of the Muses, and then we meet the guardian of the garden. Or, that gigantic, Minotaur-like monster."

Shen Maomao: "... Please stop."

The man was interrupted, showing a dissatisfied expression: "Madam, please don't interrupt a poet's creative inspiration..."

Shen Maomao: "..." She really didn't feel wrong.

Lou Jingmo: "You continue to create, let's go first." After speaking, he made a gesture to leave.

"Wait a minute!" The man got up from the ground, "I have committed an occupational disease!"

Lou Jingmo: "Use human words to describe what happened just now."

The man spoke quickly: "The newcomer persuaded us to move on. At that time, we were obsessed with ghosts. We thought we'd all come out anyway, so we might as well go around outside a few more times."

"It's quite rewarding to turn around like this. We found another rookie who has gone further. But before we could popularize the knowledge of the game to them, because of the recklessness of one of the rookies, we angered this mist monsters in the

"You should all know what happened later. I think the exit of this dungeon may be in the fog. It's not like no one has entered the fog in the past. They are usually torn apart by the ghosts in the fog immediately. But this The dungeon is different, it doesn't need to set a useless but powerful monster in the game."

Lou Jingmo nodded: "You make a lot of sense, thank you for the information you provided us."

The man is also very sensible: "You saved my life, it's just a little news, it's definitely not a loss for my life."

For this kind of very aggressive player, Lou Jingmo is also willing to reciprocate, and remind him: "If I remember correctly, you are a corpse cremator?"

The man nodded: "Yes, it's more unlucky."

Lou Jingmo: "The corpse does not raise its feet, understand?"

The man was startled, thoughtful.

It was getting late, and the sky was covered with fiery clouds.The three separated in front of the funeral home, the man went upstairs, and Lou Jingmo took Shen Maomao to the cafeteria.

There are no npcs in the cafeteria, but there are meals.

Steaming meals are placed behind the counter for players to choose freely.It's mealtime now, and most of the players are sitting on the row of chairs with their bowls in their hands, eating while talking.

Guan Qiwen was also in the line of eating. He was sitting next to the three kings in the plaid shirt, who was twice out of the table, chatting and laughing with the others.

As expected of a big boss, he broke into other players so quickly.

Seeing them, Guan Qiwen stretched out an arm enthusiastically, and greeted them: "Are you here too? The npc came over just now and said that you can eat everything as you like, as long as there are no leftovers."

The Three Emperors in plaid shirts glanced at them, pointed to the two vacant seats beside them, and said, "You guys are late, just sit there."

Shen Maomao: "...?"

Lou Jingmo found it very interesting, so he dragged Shen Maomao to choose food.

A few people not far away started chatting again. From the dungeon to the reality, Sanhuang talked about his own affairs in reality, saying that he was the technical backbone of a listed company, held 5.00% of the company's shares, and even the boss He has to give him three points.

Shen Maomao quietly whispered to Lou Jingmo: "I think the Three Emperors are poisonous."

Lou Jingmo: "It's quite interesting."

Shen Maomao's back felt cold for a while, and he always felt that Lou Jingmo's words were definitely not complimenting him.

Lou Jingmo said again: "Just take one thing."

Shen Maomao blinked her eyes, although she didn't know why Lou Jingmo said that, but upholding her trust in her, she still only took a small piece of steamed buns instead of food, and sat with Lou Jingmo in the Three Emperor's Guidance position.

Xiao Qiao looked at them with a smile on the side, and said, "Why do you eat so little? Are you full?"

Shen Maomao also smiled: "I lose weight."

Xiao Qiao pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Sanhuang continued to talk to the people around him: "You all know the Qiming Group, right? The boss of the Qiming Group invited me to dinner and tried to poach me to work at Qiming. He also offered an annual salary of 300 million, but I refused. After all, one cannot forget one’s roots, my current boss has been kind to me, if I leave him and run away, wouldn’t I be inferior to a pig or a dog?!”

Shen Maomao, who listened to his bragging, couldn't help but glance at Guan Qiwen.

Guan Qiwen wrote "I didn't, I wasn't, he was talking nonsense" all over his face.

Shen Maomao lowered his head and took a mouthful of steamed buns, covering the corners of his mouth that could not be controlled.

This steamed bun looks white and soft, and smells like noodles.But when she took such a bite, she didn't taste anything.

She seemed to have eaten a mouthful of tasteless soil, and she didn't know whether to swallow or spit out the small piece of noodles in her mouth.

Xiao Qiao looked at her with squinted eyes, and kindly reminded: "The npc said that food should not be wasted~"

Lou Jingmo also swallowed what he took and said, "Eat quickly."

Shen Maomao obediently took another bite of the steamed bun, truly experiencing what it means to be unable to swallow.

Xiao Qiao's eyes fluttered, as if she saw something interesting, and she took a bite of her meal with a smile, as if tasting some peerless delicacy.