My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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Andy looked at the photos and gradually fell into deep thought. This kind of thing would most likely be buried as a dramatic joke, or it might be deliberately suppressed by the authorities.

"It's really interesting. These pictures... look like... a relatively remote place?" Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly. He always felt that the scenes in these pictures were a little familiar.

"Gun smoke... yellow sand... wait, isn't this the occupied sandbox city?"

Arthur reacted instantly. He had been to the Sandbox City before to do the task of eliminating PK values. On the way to the Sandbox City, he had seen similar buildings. Especially when "that person" destroyed the Sandbox City, the scene was exactly the same as the one above.

"Huh? So that sandbox city is really full of disasters..." Andy raised his eyebrows. Did those monsters like to attack a city? Although he was surprised, he didn't say anything more.

"Well... I can only say that it's bad luck?" Younian could only smile helplessly.

Andy was silent for a moment, then he suddenly turned his gaze to Younian next to him. Then he put away the forum data information and leaned against the fence again.

"In short... we already know that this world is real, and... we, the players who play this game, may have been involved in a problem between the authorities and this world."

He spoke thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on the dense group of monsters in the distance. It wouldn't be long before they arrived at the player's city.

"Really? Don't worry about the player city, it's similar to the novice village. Generally speaking, the novice village in the game has a special protection mechanism."

"We just have to watch the show." Arthur raised his hand and patted his back, as if to signal him not to worry too much.

At this moment, Younian suddenly understood why Andy suddenly looked at him. Maybe it was because... Andy didn't treat him as the so-called NPC in the game like others did.

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The fact is just as Herman said, after sweeping across a large area, the Undead Army finally stopped at the border of the player city.

During this period, not even a large-scale battle broke out. The reason was simple: most of the players had already taken refuge in the city.

After all, facing this well-trained and powerful undead army, who would dare to challenge it easily based on personal honor? These guys are by no means comparable to ordinary monsters.

However, Herobrine, the god of the dead, did not show up in person, nor did he intend to send anyone to issue an explicit warning to these players. This seemed like a joke to the players by the Undead Legion.

In the eyes of the monsters, those who hid in the player city were just like little mice that had burrowed into a hole, creating a prison for themselves.

As time went by, the tide of monsters gradually receded...it seemed that they had no intention of attacking the city.

"King, why don't you release your divine power once?"

Null's figure suddenly appeared beside Herobrine like a black ghost. With his appearance, familiar figures came to Herobrine one after another.

"Long time no see, Null and the Angel of Death."

The Death Knight riding on an undead skeleton horse suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. He greeted Null first and then nodded to the Angel of Death who was gradually landing on the ground.

"Null, you are in the state of consciousness right now, and you cannot release your divine power for the time being." Herobrine glanced at Null standing next to him with his cold eyes. Then, as if he remembered something, he asked, "Gallan, where are you?"

"What...? No, I sent him back to the End City before." Null frowned slightly. He looked at Herobrine in surprise, wondering why the king suddenly mentioned him.

"Well...I understand." Herobrine didn't say anything more.

His abnormal behavior really confused Null, and he even thought there was something wrong with his answer. Maybe he shouldn't have sent that guy back?

Could it be that Galan had offended the king?

At this time, Tianzai, who was standing nearby, suddenly spoke up on behalf of Null and asked this puzzling question: "King, did Galan offend you?"

"........."

* Herobrine did not answer his question.

"It's not that I'm going to provoke you, but my king seems to have had a quarrel with Galan... and now... I don't know where he has gone. He may have gotten lost."

The Death Knight obviously couldn't stand it anymore, so he decided to answer everyone's doubts on behalf of Herobrine, but this way of response was a bit... weird?

"Fighting...what happened?" Null asked with some confusion. He obviously couldn't understand why these two people would fight?

My king often spoils Galan, isn't it a common thing? How could they quarrel? Recalling the words of the dead spirit, I also came to the conclusion that he ran away from home.

Even if Galan... dared to say to Herobrine in front of them: "My king! Give me your throne of the God of the Dead! Sit on it for a few days!"

* Null will not feel strange.

"Well... to be precise, Galan wanted to help us... but the king wouldn't allow it, because... the king couldn't revive Galan."

"....."

"Then... the king said to him, if you dare to leave, you will no longer be a member of the Undead Legion... You should know what happened next."

"What...? The king drove Galan away?"

As the strongest guardian of the Undead Legion, Null's expression did not change much. After he quickly processed the cause and effect, it seemed that this matter was a little bit... the king's fault?

"I didn't chase him away."

Herobrine turned around suddenly, his eyes glowing white were as cold as ice that would never melt, but they were only retracted in an instant.

* Herobrine seems angry?

Null and the Death Knight looked at each other and sighed helplessly. If there was no such thing, then there was no such thing. They would just not mention it.