Be a boss in a survival game

Chapter 310 309 [Emperor Feng Jinyuan 36]

A mighty procession passed by the market street.

Lu Yan and the others stood at the window of the guest room on the second floor, watching the scene quietly.

The team is like a dragon winding, endless.

The sounds from the streets of the market were still ringing one after another, noisy and chaotic.

"This [Emperor Phoenix Jinyuan] is actually the emperor who died!! The real dragon died, and the world is in chaos. Is this dungeon still alive??"

"Look at those palace maids, and those concubines buried with them, the death of the emperor involved so many innocent lives!!"

"Fortunately, we live in modern times and in democracy, but we are really unlucky enough to be selected into such a broken game."

The selected humans become players, which is really black "luck".

Wei Yuyao squinted his eyes, staring at the scene below, with a gloomy expression, with an incomprehensible color: "Do you still remember the theme of this dungeon? [Emperor Phoenix Jinyuan] has a character of Emperor, but now the death The one who lost was also the emperor, it seems that the story behind this dungeon is not simple."

Far from being simple! !

It should be difficult! !

Coupled with the gossip map encountered before, this dungeon reveals weirdness and mystery all the time, and it seems that many puzzles have not been solved.

While all the players were discussing, suddenly there was a bang, and with infinite panic and defense, they shouted: "The emperor's mourning team has stopped!!"

This voice reminded everyone, they all focused their eyes and looked over there.

I saw the funeral procession that was walking slowly before suddenly stop——

The soldiers who carried the coffin put down the coffin, the maids holding wreaths stopped, and the concubines and princes and generals who were carrying out the funeral all stopped and stopped. The actions of these ancient NPCs were so tacit, as if they were being controlled. The next steps are synchronized at all times, without any deviation.

It was also this scene that shocked the player's heart.

Slightly shrinking his heart, he stared at this scene more and more nervously.

Although the mourning team has stopped, the mourning music never stops for a moment. The suona is blowing into the sky, the drums are thunderous, and the chaotic music is playing mourning tunes. city ​​street.

The next moment, the players saw these non-aggressive NPCs suddenly showing fierce faces, grinning and turning their heads, looking at all the players around.

Including the second floor of the inn! !He was also stared at fiercely by these NPCs who were engaged in funerals.

Mo Zangcheng, as the last "appointed priestess" - predicts the future, in the next second, a very familiar scene flashed through her mind, it was the scene of the ancient NPCs who accompanied the emperor to mourn and the players were torn apart .

Mo Zhancheng frowned, with a loud voice, announcing the unknown danger in advance: "Everyone be careful, these half-human ghosts may come up, everyone take precautions."

Almost as soon as Mo Zancheng finished speaking, the ancient NPCs in the mourning team over there completely rioted, all dispersed, and ran towards any player in the instance.

They erupt very fast, like beasts breaking through a cage, and their bodies are constantly convulsing and deforming when they are visible to the naked eye. As ancients, they don't have the restraint and elegance of ancients at all, and they are not human at all.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Help! Help!!"

There were screams one after another, and before some players even reacted, their lives were instantly terminated by these ancient monsters that also existed like dead corpses.

(End of this chapter)