It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

The fifth-floor game hall has a new function.

Random game.

The difficulty of the games behind the random game nebula varies. Some are easier than the fifth level, and some are more difficult than the fifth level.

But by participating in the random game, no matter how easy it was, I was considered to have cleared the fifth level.

After all, having easy possibilities is also a way to motivate players to participate in the game.

Xiao Huai is rather lazy and occasionally has difficulty making choices, so this function is just right for him.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked leisurely into the random game nebula.

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"Random game loading"

"Loading the game copy - "Blind Town""

"The game has been loaded successfully. I wish you a smooth gaming experience!"

The raindrops gently hit the blue-gray tiles, making a crisp sound. Xiao Huai opened his eyes and saw a traditional Chinese courtyard.

The sky was shrouded in gloom, the yard seemed a little dark under the drizzle, the ground was wet, and there was a hint of coolness in the air.

Several old trees in the yard were silent in the rain, their branches and leaves washed by the rain and glowing green.

Raindrops slid down the tips of the leaves and fell into the puddles on the ground, splashing small water droplets.

In such a quiet environment, a male voice broke the silence.

"It's Chinese horror again. I'm most afraid of this thing. Isn't the name of this place Blind Town? I thought it was in some village. Is it too late to retreat now?"

Often, the things that happen in such courtyards are so strange that people only realize it later and feel terrified.

A girl in gray casual clothes with a ponytail and chewing bubble gum next to the man rolled her eyes:

"Haha, Chen Chong, use some brains, okay? Terror doesn't mean danger, and there's nothing scary about a shabby yard."

For girls, it doesn’t matter if it’s a little scary, as long as they don’t encounter a battle royale, everything is fine.

Chen Chong clicked her tongue twice, not surprised by the girl's reaction. "Who was the one who got scared and cried while playing games last time? It was you, Sister Jiang Wenmei, right?"

Jiang Wenmei raised her fist as if to hit Chen Chong twice, but the sound of a cane hitting the ground came from behind her.

They immediately stopped fighting and looked towards the source of the sound.

He was an old man wearing black circular sunglasses, a black jacket and a small hat.

He was thin and took slow steps.

All the players looked at the old man warily. Just by the way he was dressed, he looked different from ordinary people. Even a fool could tell that this man should be the guide NPC of this game.

"Excuse me for waiting, distinguished guests. Did you bring your invitation?"

Several players showed confused expressions, rummaged through their bodies for a while, and actually found an invitation.

The invitation was mainly black with densely packed bumps engraved on it. Apart from that, there were only two large golden characters.

"mandarin duck"

baffling?

Jiang Wenmei handed the invitation to the old man first, "Is this it?"

The old man took the invitation, touched the bulge on it, and nodded: "Exactly."

Seeing this, others also handed the invitations to the old man.

The old man said, "Please wait a moment, there are still a few distinguished guests who have not arrived. I will show you around the courtyard in a moment."

Xiao Huai waited until they all handed in their invitations before he slowly walked forward.

But he did not hand the invitation to the old man immediately. Instead, he came up to the old man and stared at his sunglasses for a long time.

The others were all busy with their own things, some analyzing intelligence, some making plans, but when they noticed that a player was staring at the NPC nervously, they couldn't help but look at Xiao Huai.

After a moment, Xiao Huai said, "Old man, have you lost your eyes?"

Wha...what?

The other players were confused. Everyone knew that the name of this game was Blind Town. As the name suggested, the old man must be blind, and the raised characters on the invitation were all Braille.

Most people with disabilities don't like others to pay attention to their disabled parts, but what's wrong with this person? He is so rude.

Chen Chong whispered to Jiang Wenmei:

"That's a good question he asked. He didn't ask if he was blind, but if he had lost his eyes."

Jiang Wenmei stared at the old man with a serious face: "The reason he asked about the missing eyes is because he didn't understand. He asked directly enough. Look at the old man's eye sockets for yourself - empty."

Chen Chong foolishly thought that Xiao Huai was asking about the condition of other people's eyes in a subtle way, but in fact, his question was the most direct.

Because Xiao Huai noticed that under this person's nose, it seemed...

Empty.

The old man's mouth trembled slightly. "You are all honored guests. Do you really want to see my eyes?"

"Will anything happen if I watch it?" Xiao Huai asked indifferently.

The others, however, felt something was wrong and immediately turned their heads away.

The old man said: "Nothing serious will happen, I'm just afraid it will scare you all."

The old man took off his sunglasses and when he opened his eyelids, everyone who saw his eyes almost vomited.

There seemed to be endless darkness hidden in the empty eye sockets. Anyone who looked at him couldn't help but shudder, and a chill went up along the spine.

The players who saw his eyes avoided his gaze and dared not look at him again.

The old man silently put on his sunglasses and covered his terrifying eyes again.

"I'm sorry if I scared you all."

People with poor eyesight often have sensitive hearing and are good at capturing the movement of air currents.

How could he not have caught the gasps of some players when they took off their glasses?

But what surprised him was that the young man in front of him seemed to be breathing calmly as before, without any sign of being frightened.

Logically, the people closest to him who saw his eyes would be the most frightened.

"Can I ask who you are?" Xiao Huai's flat and low voice echoed in the yard.

The old man bowed slightly to them and said, "I'm old and forgot to introduce myself. I'm the steward of the Yang Mansion, Yang San. You can call me Steward Yang or Third Uncle."

"Yes." When Xiao Huai was handing the invitation to the old man, a slender hand passed by him and handed his invitation to the old man as if cutting in line.

Xiao Huai was not angry because he smelled a faint fragrance.

very familiar.

Before he raised his head, he felt the chin of the person behind him resting on the crook of his neck.

As if blowing air into my ear, I said softly, "Long time no see."

Xiao Huai shook his shoulders and kept some distance from him: "It wasn't long, just a few days."

However, this time Lu Yuanshi put his chin on his head.

There are really not many people taller than him, and Lu Yuanshi is one of them.

He spoke again, saying the same thing: "Long time no see."

Xiao Huai took a step forward and turned to look at Lu Yuanshi.

When he saw Lu Yuan, his lips looked slightly pale and there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

Xiao Huai raised his eyes and looked at him. The words he wanted to say finally fell on his lips but he took them back and replied softly:

"Well, long time no see."

Lu Yuanshi reached out his hand towards Xiao Huai, but withdrew it mid-air and smiled: "I missed you so much."