Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

"Swamp people...are they them?" Yuan Ying pointed at the people following behind. Those moss people were very smart, or they were scared by Feng Lan. As long as Feng Lan made a slight move, the moss people who were originally fifty or sixty meters away would slip into the forest and disappear in an instant.

"Yes...no." Tom nodded and shook his head. Tom didn't know much. Even though under Yuan Ying's charm, he wholeheartedly wanted to provide everything he knew, but he just died last night and joined the group today, so he didn't know much.

In addition, it was deceived by Yuan Ying and started a fight with other moss people. It was already very weak, and its limited strength was almost exhausted. Now it is not even clear-headed, let alone thinking or speaking.

Yuan Ying asked it to step back in disgust and asked another moss man to speak.

The moss man spoke much more clearly.

In its mouth, they were not considered swamp people. The swamp people were all behind it, talking and glancing at Feng Lan from time to time, "The swamp people went to find her..."

Feng Lan understood. Among those guys who came to find her, some of them were indeed more powerful and looked different. The moss on their bodies was thicker and burned for a longer time. Of course, the difference between 1s and 2 seconds was not worth Feng Lan's special attention.

"Among these," Yuan Ying said calmly as she asked the nearby moss people to come over and pointed around. "Are there any swamp people?"

Several of the moss people trembled when they heard this question. The swamp man being questioned by Yuan Ying also paused, as if being controlled by something. After a long while, he spoke in a daze, "...yes."

Yuan Ying smiled, her smile was sweet, and in the light of Feng Lan's fire, she looked even more beautiful like a delicate flower, like a night pearl in the dark night, but in the eyes of those swamp people, she was a devil from hell.

"Swamp people...second generation." The moss man finally pointed out the moss people who were struggling stiffly.

"Second generation, they infected you?"

Feng Lan looked at these swamp people who obeyed Yuan Ying's wisdom. To be honest, it was difficult to distinguish them just by their appearance. After all, all moss people were covered with gray-green moist moss from head to toe. At most, there were rough differences in height and body shape. Some moss people were more agile, and some were stronger, but all moss people had strong regenerative recovery abilities.

Feng Lan's flame is not an ordinary fire. It has an extremely high temperature and can be ignited again using these wet mosses as fuel. Otherwise, ordinary flames will quickly go out when burning on these moss people and will have no effect at all.

The moss man nodded slowly.

"Are those behind us swamp people?" The moment Feng Lan said this, the moss people who were following behind immediately jumped away, but how could they possibly escape?

Before, Feng Lan and Yuan Ying were tired of killing them. Besides, these guys were not very powerful. The situation of ants killing elephants would not happen to them. The minions would not kill them just because they became more numerous. Now Feng Lan wanted to know the difference between these swamp people. She wanted to catch one for reference, so that they could not escape.

Yuan Ying casually glanced into the distance, and the moss people who had hidden themselves away immediately revealed themselves and walked over obediently, only their limbs were trembling slightly as they struggled.

"This is the swamp man." Yuan Ying deliberately looked at them with a malicious look. She stared at one of them, and soon, the trembling swamp man stopped struggling, lowered his head, and looked at Yuan Ying with a fanatical expression.

Feng Lan compared them again and again, and finally saw some difference.

Compared to the second generation, the moss on these swamp people is thicker, and their strength is around A-level. Just by looking at their lively eyes, you can tell that these swamp people are smarter than ordinary moss people and understand human nature.

In other words, they are the residents of the town during the day.

With these swamp people, Feng Lan and the other two returned to the rented house.

The lights in old Marsh's house next door were also off, with only a few rooms still lit. In the small town of Hughes, these lights were as conspicuous as lighthouses on the sea. Feng Lan took a look and saw many moss people around, but no one walked into old Marsh's house.

Either there was something in old Marsh's house, or these moss people couldn't, or couldn't, enter the house for the time being.

After all, it has only been two days since the dungeon started, and most of the monsters are suppressed. This can be seen from the fact that these guys only appear at night.

If Richard doesn't respond, Lisa can't enter his room. Of course, for those unlucky people who like to sleep with the door open or stay up late here, that would be a pleasant surprise.

Feng Lan has the best eyesight, strongest memory and most meticulous observation among the three. She took a look at the moss man in the rooftop copy. Well, now it seems that he is still a swamp man who has jumped from the rooftop more than twenty times and is a little crazy.

Feng Lan ignored him and let him continue to jump off the building and be tortured by the students. Her eyes swept over several swamp people.

The swamp dweller who Yuan Ying took a look at was the most honest.

Feng Lan also learned the origin of the swamp people.

The swamp people are all residents of Hughes Town, or rather, they think they are awakened residents.

One day, they discovered that they were not the same person as they remembered.

"He likes to drink beer, read the newspaper and listen to the radio in the afternoon, and eat a medium-rare steak sprinkled with rosemary in the evening. He must marinate the steak with wine to make it full of wine aroma before eating it," the swamp man named Bruce rambled on. "But I don't like it."

"I hate beer, I hate the smell of alcohol everywhere in the house, I hate the wrinkled clothes he washes, and I also hate medium-rare steaks. I like a clean house. In rainy weather, I should drink red wine, eat a medium-rare beef by the fireplace, with two cut tomatoes next to the steak, and wear clean clothes..."

Bruce was very frank when talking about the person in his memory. "I am not him. I am a new human with his memories. I am me."