MTL - This Game is Not Easy-~ Pseudo more twenty-five

Chapter 31: The Great Pursuit (Second)

The century-old tree turned into firewood in an instant, as if some flammable material had been spilled, and it made an explosion-like crackling sound one after another, and the entire tree body was burning.

Its rich branches spread the fire to the surroundings at once.

Everyone instantly widened their eyes, opened their mouths, and were stunned.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Fuck! A hundred-year-old tree, the tree in the townyard has burned!"

Just as everyone was stunned, the fire had spread wildly and was unstoppable.

And the most terrifying thing is that when the fire spreads to the edge of the bluestone floor, the fire can continue to spread and burn along the path, connecting the fire into one piece.

Some clever people immediately woke up.

"Oil?! There is oil on the ground?!"

"When did that madman pour oil on these places?!"

"It's over! The fire has spread to the wing area, and there are still people living there!"

The raging fire and the billowing smoke gradually obscured everyone's sight.

In an instant, the scene became a mess.

"Fight the fire! Go and put out the fire!"

"The fire has spread to the Yanwu Hall in the west! That lunatic has calculated the path of the fire!"

"Stop talking! It's important to put out the fire first! Otherwise, the Zhou Mansion will be finished!"

"Wait! Where did that lunatic go?!"

Everyone was attracted by the fire, coupled with the fact that Fang Yi was sure to die, they subconsciously ignored the existence of Fang Yi.

After all, with so many people surrounding the scene, how could anyone run away?

But they didn't realize it until the thick black smoke came up and their sight was gradually blocked. On the high platform, Fang Yi has long since disappeared.

"Where did he go? Where did that guy go!?"

"Leave him alone, it's important to put out the fire!"

"No! Master treats me well, I want to avenge my master first!"

Under the disagreement, the scene immediately became deadlocked.

"Cough cough! What's going on? What the **** is going on here!"

At this moment, butler Zhou, who was choked to death by the thick smoke, arrived late with his guard.

Originally, Steward Zhou should have returned at this time, but he heard the news halfway through that the kitchen was stolen, so he went to investigate and deal with it, but only a few barrels of sesame oil were missing.

After scolding the person who passed the news, Butler Zhou rushed back to the scene, only to see such a scene.

And when he turned his eyes and saw the bodies of Master Zhou and Xian'er, his brain hummed on the spot and became blank.

Master...Master is dead? !

Miss Xian'er also died? !

who is it! Who the **** killed them? !

Roaring and roaring, Butler Zhou understood the situation.

"You...you mean, the master and Miss Xian'er were both killed by the 'cousin' brought in by Xian'er?"

After knowing the news, Butler Zhou took a deep breath and was afraid for a while.

But when he saw the tragic state of the corpse again, his anger flooded back into his heart and overwhelmed his fear.

Step, step, step.

Passing over the hesitant crowd, Butler Zhou rushed directly to the high platform and looked down along the vertical edge of the high platform.

A flying claw rope is hanging alone on the edge, as for Fang Yi himself, he has long since disappeared.

Only the faintly visible footprints below showed Fang Yi's direction of escape.

"A bunch of trash! Trash!"

Butler Zhou jumped and roared in anger, took a group of people away, and immediately chased and killed Fang Yi in the direction of escape.

As for the rest, they were arranged to put out fires and save lives.

With Steward Zhou's arrangement, they seemed to have the backbone, they suddenly became quiet, and the division of labor was clear.

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Fang Yi can feel that his breathing is getting heavier and heavier, his limbs are getting weaker and weaker, and he has a feeling of not being able to lift himself up.

"Three hours is the final time limit. Before that, as time goes by, the toxicity will gradually increase and penetrate deep into the internal organs. At the last hour, it is estimated that the only option is to lie in bed, unable to move and wait to die."

Looking at the already black and purple, rotten flesh began to appear on the surface of his right hand, Fang Yi clearly felt that the symptoms of poisoning were getting worse.

Because when there was no poisoning, he ran and escaped like this.

Although you will feel tired, you will never feel tired.

But now...

"Trouble, I thought that three hours of poison would take at least two hours before serious symptoms of poisoning would appear."

"But judging from the current situation, it's obvious that I underestimated Xian'er's drug-making skills."

"One hour... Another hour, if you haven't escaped from the Zhou Mansion, killed the last beggar player, and worked so hard to get the first instance, you'll have to give it up."

Fang Yi dared to kill Xian'er directly before, without finding a cure, he was confident that the last player would be solved before the poison attacked.

Originally, according to Fang Yi's expectation, the poison of the novice book, no matter how strong it was, would not be strong.

After all, resources are limited, as long as you hold on for a period of time, fight the poisoned body, and solve the last player, the dungeon will be over, and the problem of poisoning will naturally be solved.

But now it seems that the time of the toxic attack is much earlier than he thought, which means that there is much less time for him to operate.

"Here! The assassin is here!"

At this moment, a loud shout came from Fang Yi's right side.

Fang Yi frowned slightly and immediately changed direction.

This was originally the site of the Zhou family, and it was the home of the Zhou family's guards.

Not only are there people from the Zhou Mansion everywhere, full of eyeliners, but they are also far more familiar with the terrain than Fang Yi.

So Fang Yi knew that he had to fight quickly.

Whether it's the problem of gradually increasing toxicity or the fact that more and more people from the Zhou family will join the encirclement and suppression over time, Fang Yi must escape quickly.

"Demon, where do you run away! Pay for my master's life!"

Fang Yi just rushed towards the east wing, when a slightly familiar roar suddenly came from behind.

Looking at Liulu with his eyes, Fang Yi couldn't help but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"It turned out to be an old acquaintance, Butler Zhou."

Fang Yi was fine if he didn't open his mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth, Butler Zhou was so angry that his veins jumped and he roared.

"Blood! Who is your old acquaintance!"

"Why did Butler Zhou say this? Without Butler Zhou's help, how could I have gotten in?"

"You! You, you, you! Don't let me catch you, or you will be slashed with a thousand swords and sacrificed to the soul of the master!"

Seeing that Butler Zhou at the back had lost his mind and kept yelling, Fang Yi suddenly turned around and got into the sidewalk.

Accelerating for dozens of steps, he suddenly jumped up, like an accelerated long jump, crossed a distance of nearly five or six meters, and landed steadily.

At this time, Butler Zhou had already led someone to catch up and appeared at the intersection of the small road.

Fang Yi turned around, grinned at them, turned around and continued to run away.

"Follow me! Why don't you chase me!"

Butler Zhou obviously took Fang Yi's move as a provocation, and was furious.

Chapter 32 Songwu Compound (First Update)

A group of people chased forward, but they found that their feet were not as good as Fang Yi, so they could barely eat ashes behind Fang Yi.

"Trash! Useless trash, I can't catch up with this... Ah!"

Butler Zhou stopped scolding abruptly, and a piercing pain suddenly came from his feet, causing him to let out a shrill scream.

"It hurts! What?! What's under my feet!"

Looking down, at the sole of the foot, there was a wooden peg, slender and sharp, stained with blood.

After a rough scan, it was about seven or eight centimeters long.

Wooden pegs? ! Why does this place have this kind of shit!

Butler Zhou looked up angrily. The team in front of them that was speeding up and sprinting had already flipped on their backs, all hugging their feet and howling, and fell to the ground.

"Trash! It's all trash!"

Resisting the pain, Steward Zhou pulled out the wooden pegs, and with the support of the remaining staff, he limped forward and continued to chase.

But when he just came to the end of the trail, he saw Fang Yi climbing the rope and climbing to the top of the wall.

As if he noticed something, Fang Yi suddenly turned around.

Seeing Butler Zhou's tragic state, Fang Yi couldn't help but grin, winked at him, and put away the flying claws.

"Old acquaintances are really enthusiastic, but to send you a thousand miles away, we must say goodbye. We will say goodbye here."

After speaking, without waiting for everyone to react, he jumped and jumped over the wall.

With the sound of the landing and the sound of footsteps leaving quickly, everyone can be sure that Fang Yi has definitely left.

Without the ropes and flying claws, they would need to go around the nearest side door and leave the Zhou Mansion before they could continue their pursuit.

But this time difference was enough for Fang Yi to run to where he went.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Butler Zhou, what should we do?"

"Butler Zhou, are you still chasing it?"

Butler Zhou's expression sank.

"Come on! After leaving the Zhou Mansion, where can we find someone with our little staff. We all go back to put out the fire, and tomorrow I will have someone issue a wanted order, and the gangster will definitely pay the price!"

"Yes!"

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In Songwu compound, a little beggar, holding a dagger in his hand, was pacing back and forth.

"Why haven't you come yet? Why haven't idols come to me?"

"I'm the only player in the entire dungeon, it's impossible for idols not to come to me."

"Then... Do I want to show my strength later, or should I just give my life as a certificate?"

"Tangled, so tangled, what style of newcomers do idols like?"

"Hey, this game is really difficult. Even asking for a friend position has to be considered so much."

boom.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound from the door.

The little beggar was taken aback and turned around to look.

The next moment, his pupils shrank, and he took a step back subconsciously.

Because in front, there is a dark and purple hand that is corroded by flesh and blood. It is quietly standing on the gate of Songwu compound, like a ghost handprint.

what's the situation? !

Isn't it an ancient copy? Isn't it a newbie? Why is there even such a thing as zombies? Or is that thing a ghost?

Tread.

Just when the little beggar was in chaos, the owner of the "Ghost Hand" finally appeared in front of him.

Slightly thin face, with a little rouge gouache for women on her face.

He looked haggard, but his eyes were extremely bright.

His hands were dark and purple, and he limped when he walked, as if he would fall down at any time.

Looking closely, there are signs of darkening of the skin on the neck.

Poisoned? terminally ill?

Under such circumstances, he can still rely on his will to move around. This is definitely a ruthless person.

With a tight heart, the little beggar clenched the dagger in both hands, his voice trembling.

"Who? Who are you? What are you here for?"

Fang Yi grinned, revealing black teeth, and a lot of black blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

But the smile is very natural, casual and relaxed, which is incompatible with the current tragic state of this body.

"I think you should know who I am."

The little beggar's whole body trembled all of a sudden, and his heart was filled with blessings.

Dongmen is drunk!

My idol, the super expert in this game.

With a shiver under his feet, the little beggar almost knelt down without discipline.

But when he thought of Fang Yi's physical condition at the moment, he couldn't help but muttered in his heart.

"Idols...Idols seem to be poisoned? And the poison is very serious. It penetrates deep into the internal organs and doesn't seem to be threatening at all."

"This... this is an opportunity! If I can kill the idol, I will be the first in the dungeon, and the rewards will be generous, and I can also get a high [End] reward!"

"Although the idol may be poisoned and die if he escapes now, it's only a chance. With the game skills that idols are currently showing, it is more likely to find a magician and cure the symptoms of poisoning."

"At that time, once the idol is fully recovered, I will no longer have any chance to win."

"So the current situation is... God-given opportunity, don't miss it!"

The desire for profit is in the heart, and the evil is born on the side of the gallbladder.

Especially seeing that Fang Yi seemed to have no strength to walk and could only lean on the side to take a breath and rest, the little beggar became more active. With excitement on his face, he walked towards Fang Yi.

"It's you, you're Dongmen Zui! Idol, I finally saw you in person!"

Idol?

My number is a new one, so no one can recognize it at all, right? Or does he worship my new number?

Fang Yi's expression was slightly stunned, and then he returned to normal with a faint smile.

"You are my fan? Then do you want my friend position?"

The little beggar shivered suddenly.

This is what he dreamed of after seeing the first copy of the announcement.

Seemingly caught in some kind of entanglement, the little beggar looked a little hesitant.

But he quickly calmed down again, his face showed determination, and his feet accelerated.

"Yes! Idol, I want to ask for a friend position, and in the future, pretend to force me to fly!"

Pretending to force you to fly... It's quite straightforward, as expected, I'm just a newcomer, and I didn't recognize my true identity.

After pondering for a while, Fang Yi spoke slowly~www.novelbuddy.com~ Okay, then come here, and when I kill you, I will add you as a friend outside the dungeon. "

The little beggar's whole body was shaking.

"Thank you for being an idol!"

Accelerating under his feet, he quickly came to Fang Yi.

Tread.

When they stopped and stood still, the two were only one step away from each other.

"Give me the dagger."

"Yes!"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Xiao Qi hurriedly lowered his head, as if he was handing in an offering, raised his hands high, and held the dagger reverently.

But if you look closely, you can see that the little beggar's hands are shaking slightly.

"It doesn't matter! This is the normal reaction of fans to seeing idols, and idols should not be able to find out!"

The heart began to thump, the little beggar's breathing became rapid, his face was red and his ears were red, and he was very excited.

At this moment, Fang Yi's right hand, which was full of rotten flesh, appeared in the sight of the little beggar, and slowly stretched out the sharp dagger.

Fang Yi's slightly inclined body also brought the two people closer to within half a meter.

"It's now!"

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