Violent Swordsman in the Fast-Travel World

After explaining everything to everyone, Shen Yuanfeng took out some notes and asked them to line up and take them one by one.

Xi Bin first asked Lan Caidie to be the first in line. After Lan Caidie got the note, she was stunned. She saw familiar words on the note: prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality...

Isn’t this the core value of socialism?

Xi Bin took the note and was also stunned. This was different from what he expected.

This worldview has just been broken, and some unscientific monsters have been discovered. Shouldn't they be given amulets or something? How can this be the core values ​​of socialism?

So he asked stupidly.

Shen Yuanfeng rolled her eyes. What good thing was she thinking? The amulet didn't need spirit stones. She was already a pauper, and she was still expected to spend money like before? No way.

"You think the amulets that can protect you from those clansmen are cabbages, and each person has one. You should recite the core values ​​of socialism more often."

"Can the core values ​​of socialism repel the clan you mentioned?"

Xi Bin's words brightened everyone's eyes, as if they saw hope.

"There is still daylight, so I'll dream at night." If it has this effect, she will definitely print it in large quantities and sell it to shopping malls.

"I want you to think more about the core socialist values ​​to strengthen your faith. Don't let your mind be easily influenced and ruin yourself."

Hearing that they could not repel the monsters, everyone became anxious again. Some even threw away the note and shouted at Shen Yuanfeng: "Since you know those monsters, can't you protect us?"

Shen Yuanfeng and Si Yuanchen's faces instantly turned cold, and the expressions of Xi Bin and the other three also turned bad.

Let’s not talk about whether to protect or not. Miss Xia may not be able to wipe out the entire clan. Besides, it’s people’s kindness if they are able to help, but it’s too much to let others take full responsibility for your life.

There are still more than a dozen people. Can they be protected?

Others have put forward all the suggestions they could think of, but instead of working hard for yourself, you rely on others, haha.

"You are responsible for your own life. Feng'er has never met a clan. I am just telling you what I know to increase your chances of survival. What? You think you can rely on Feng'er like this?"

"You can do whatever you want with this note. It's up to you whether you want to listen to the advice or not. Don't even think about morally blackmailing Feng'er."

Si Yuanchen looked at everyone with a knife-like cold gaze, and everyone who was swept by his gaze fell silent.

"Like Ah Chen said, I can't protect all of you. No one knows who the spiritual fluctuations of the clan will attack, and when and where they will appear. What you can do is to increase your own faith, not be influenced or controlled, and flee quickly when you encounter the entity's call."

After saying these words, Shen Yuanfeng began to gather her strength. She wanted to stay as energetic as possible, after all, she had a big battle in two days.

Seeing that no one was there to escort them, except for the villa owner and the guests who formed a group, the dozen people quickly split into two groups.

After everyone discussed it, they all stayed in the hall when they had nothing to do, and acted in groups when there was something to do. It would be a bit harder at night, so they slept on the floor in the hall, and two people would be arranged to keep watch in shifts, each shift lasting four hours.

Everyone teamed up to go back to the room, take out their luggage, and quickly found a place to spread out their quilts.

Time passed in anxiety, and soon it was dinner time, but nothing happened.

Some people began to question whether monsters really exist.

Xi Bin glanced coldly at the people who were questioning him: "We saw those weird things with our own eyes. The flesh and blood in the collection room is still there. Do you want to go and see it?"

The other servants glared at those men. Would the master of the house and the guests really joke about such a thing?

And I have suffered a lot.

"The chefs should go and prepare dinner first. You can't go hungry and not eat. You won't be able to escape then. Once the problem is solved, everyone will be rewarded with three months' salary." After all, as the head of the family, Xi Bin offered financial incentives at this time to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm.

You know, the salaries of servants and chefs here are not low. One month's salary can be twice or even three times that of an ordinary white-collar worker. Now the boss promises to give them three months for free. They must be so happy.

The chefs put their full effort into cooking the dishes, bringing out their best skills.

Even though everyone was worried, they couldn't help but eat a little more when faced with the delicious food.

After the meal, another group was responsible for cleaning up, while the chef helped keep an eye on the surroundings and call for help immediately if there was any unusual movement.

After dinner, the bored people did not dare to walk around. Some watched TV, some chatted, some played games, and some played cards in groups. Until ten o'clock, except for the first round of night watchmen, people began to go to sleep one after another.

For fear that everyone would be at a disadvantage in the dark, the chandeliers in the hall were not turned off.

The first round of vigil tonight were two servants who usually worked as security guards. They looked around nervously.

Maybe after a while or maybe after a while, one of them gradually began to close his eyes and fell sleepy.

His head nodded and he almost fell down due to weightlessness. He quickly shook his head.

"Oh, what time is it now? I almost fell asleep just now." He said while yawning.

But the other party did not respond to him. The servant walked forward with a frown and patted the other person on the shoulder. Just as he was about to speak again, the words he was about to say died in an instant, replaced by screams.

Everyone who was sleeping was awakened, and Shen Yuanfeng immediately stood up and ran towards the source of the sound.

The servant was seen backing away in shock, his hand pointing at someone.

Countless tentacles grew out of the eyes of the person being pointed at, and his entire face felt like it was about to break apart.

Shen Yuanfeng kicked him out of the hall, then picked up the wooden leg broken off a chair and used it as a stick to beat the tentacles that were rushing towards her until they were bloody and then sold them to the mall.

In response to this, the law wanted to deduct spirit stones on the grounds that the beating was too severe and affected the goods.

Shen Yuanfeng snorted coldly and sent the wooden stick leg to the mall. After all, it was a weapon stained with the blood and flesh of her clan members. It would also have an impact on ordinary people, so it was not convenient for her to bring it in.

Everyone in the hall was in shock, and they were catching the servant who had survived. What had happened?

"I don't know, I don't know. I just dozed off and then wanted to ask him what time it was, but when I tapped him, he looked like a freak. Do you know how that feels? Suddenly a real horror movie appeared in front of me and I almost peed myself." He held his head and cried, not knowing what was going on at all, and he was almost going to suffer the same fate.

This feeling of being on the brink of death brought him to the brink of collapse, and the scene he had just seen would become his nightmare from then on.

Shen Yuanfeng picked him up and ordered him forcefully, "Quickly recite the core values ​​of socialism."

The man's eyes met Shen Yuanfeng's and he began to recite. After repeating this for more than ten times, his mind finally calmed down.