After the game

This is the first player who has been clearly killed since playing this instance.Song Yuhuo squatted down, and as soon as his fingertips touched the largest shard of glass, the red characters disappeared.Then, its instructions for use emerged——

A bright mirror, used once and only once, use status: used.To use, point the mirror at the game character. If it is a player, the player ID will appear in the mirror. If not, the mirror will not respond and cannot be used again.Note: The mirror is only used to distinguish the player from the avatar and has no other function.Once the mirror is broken, it is useless.

Fuck, such a treasure is wasted beating someone.Song Yuhuo took back the glass shards given to him earlier from Jian Yiqiu and threw it into the distance.

Jian Yiqiu read the instructions on the piece of broken glass, and said slowly, "It's just a square mirror."

Song Yuhuo said in a rare good temper: "You're right." He remembered the flash of something wrong before, and since he entered this instance, he couldn't tell the difference between the player and the virtual character.The last time I was able to tell the difference was when I first met Che Lichuan before entering the castle.

If you jump out of this dungeon and think about the problem, the real problem is entering the castle, so...

A dungeon is just a dungeon, just a part of the game, the real game is still in this old castle.So here comes the question, where did Che Lichuan go?Is he also mixed in the virtual character?

Song Yuhuo fell into deep thought and fell into this weird trap.But for now, the dungeon still has to be captured first.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to unravel Mingling's dream first.

Since the game system has a certain influence on the system, the system is very slow when looking up data.

For Ferry City, it was dawn at this moment.Even when the sky in Ferry City is bright, there is still a layer of gray mist, as if the smog in the world cannot be dispersed.

They decided to see Mingling first and listen to her finish the dream.Before they come, however, someone goes a step ahead.It was the little ghost fire king, he was sitting beside Ming Ling, holding a bowl of medicinal soup in his hand.

The little ghost fire king scooped up a mouthful of soup, brought it to her lips, and said, "This is the soothing soup, I made it."

Mingling pouted, avoiding the mouthful of soup.The little ghost fire king moved the spoon towards her, insisting on feeding her, and said softly, "Sister, I saw you were restless last night, so I did it specially."

Ming Ji echoed, "Princess, the king made it specially." Mingling gave her a kick, then sneered, took the soup from the little ghost fire king, and drank it down, but did not return the bowl to the little ghost fire king Instead, it fell directly to the ground.

When Song Yuhuo and Jian Yiqiu came, they happened to see this scene and turned aside.The remaining medicine on the fragments of the broken bowl that was thrown on the ground revealed its instructions——

Anshen decoction, the number of times of use is one and only one, use status: used.This decoction can be used to improve sleep quality and can be used by both players and avatars.

Song Yuhuo took a sneak peek, and after reading the explanation, he turned his head right in front of Jian Yiqiu.Song Yuhuo signaled him to come closer again, Jian Yiqiu did as he did, and after Song Yuhuo explained the explanation to him, Song Yuhuo lowered his voice and said, "Let's take a look first, if there is something wrong with slipping away."

The little ghost fire king glanced at the bowl that was thrown to the ground, and in order to calm Ming Ji's anger, he coaxed: "My sister lost the bowl, it's safe to break it, it's an honor for the bowl to be broken, not all bowls in the world can do it well." Broken by my sister."

"So, sister, are you still feeling uncomfortable?" the little ghost fire king continued to ask after coaxing.

After listening to the little ghost king's words, Mingling subconsciously glanced at Ming Ji who was standing beside the little ghost fire king, then looked at the little ghost fire king and nodded, saying: "Uncomfortable, tired."

"Then you can sleep again." The little ghost fire king gently pressed the corner of the quilt for her.Ming Ji on the side lowered her head, showing no major expression.

Song Yuhuo and Jian Yiqiu took advantage of the fact that the little ghost fire king was still coaxing Ming Ji, and sneaked out holding hands and sneaking out. When they turned around after a while, they saw the little ghost fire king coming from the curtain, and the little ghost fire king had just left When they came out, they saw them, and their tone became tougher, and they asked: "What is the king's younger sister..."

Song Yuhuo rolled his eyes and said with emotion: "The dream of Her Royal Highness is really not a good dream."

The little ghost fire king became anxious on the spot, and urged him: "Say it quickly."

"This... hey..." Song Yuhuo shook his head and sighed, and said, "Ghost King, you already knew that, Princess Mingling had a dream, a mouse..."

Song Yuhuo saw that the little ghost fire king was listening very attentively, but he stopped there, and said to the little ghost fire king, "Let's talk about it in another place."

The little ghost fire king was silent, then nodded and agreed to follow them.After they left, an undead quietly floated into the palace.

Gently caressing its head with both hands, said: "Go and listen, don't be greedy, and slip back once you are discovered."

The undead raised its head to meet that luxurious and unparalleled face, and it nodded solemnly.After that, it dispersed like a wisp of smoke.

In hell, someone looked up and saw that there were tens of millions more resentful spirits imprisoned in the cage for no reason, and smiled sullenly.Thousands of wraiths are different from the undead on the ground. Its body is black and heavy, dragging black water. The cries of the thousands of undead resounded throughout the hell, as if they wanted to scratch the thousands of frames.

"One day, I will get back what belongs to me."

Song Yuhuo and Jian Yiqiu returned to the room, and warmly invited the little ghost fire king to sit on the corner of the bed.The little ghost fire king sat down in high spirits, and ordered them: "Please speak."

The three men sat at the corner of the bed, Song Yuhuo crossed his legs, and said eloquently: "You also said it, your sister told you that the mouse ate the lamp oil, then I will tell you next, what she told us Dreamland." Song Yuhuo leaned over to apply pressure, scaring the little Ghost Fire King back.

Seeing this, Jian Yiqiu reached out and pulled Song Yuhuo back, telling him to sit down properly.Song Yuhuo sat upright without any major objections and continued: "She said that a mouse was discovered by someone in order to steal the lamp oil. After being discovered, the mouse ate the owner in order to eat the lamp oil, and finally got the lamp oil."

The little ghost fire king was silent, and he saw Song Yuhuo smile.Song Yuhuo said: "I heard that you made soothing soup, I don't know if you will make other things."

"What do you mean?" Little Ghost Fire King asked subconsciously.

Song Yuhuo chuckled and said, "I've already said it. I heard that you can make calming soup. Have you ever thought about going to your sister's dream for yourself?"

The little ghost fire king stood up, snorted coldly and said, "So that's what it means. I'm telling you, I don't know how to do it."

Song Yuhuo said: "Be safe and don't be impatient, brother dei." He showed a friendly smile, stood up and held the little ghost fire king's shoulders, exerting invisible pressure on him, and said, "Sit."

The little ghost fire king was pushed down, and Song Yuhuo himself was good at persuasion and deceit, and then said: "We are the gods invited by your sister, and we are here to interpret dreams."

"To tell you the truth, brother, in order to better interpret dreams..." Seeing that the face of the little ghost fire king was about to turn black, Song Yuhuo immediately changed his words and said, "Of course, it's also for your sister's benefit."

"You can think about it." Song Yuhuo asked him to help himself.

"How do you know that I can make soothing soup?" Little Ghost Fire King asked suddenly.

"Uh...hahaha, to tell you the truth, I did the math by pinching my fingers." Song Yuhuo figured that the bottle of medicine that he brought from the beginning would be useless now, but he could keep it. Baobuqi There are more tricks in this game.

The innocent little ghost fire king sat there and began to think about it. After a while, he touched his nose a little uneasy.

Jian Yiqiu stroked stroke by stroke in Song Yuhuo's palm - I think it is unlikely that he would agree.

The touch of the fingertips is delicate and soft, especially when it falls on the palm of the hand, it seems to fall on the tip of the heart.Song Yuhuo's heart moved, turned his palms over, and replied: If you agree too quickly, there will be a problem.

Song Yuhuo wrote: Believe me, for his sister, I think he will agree.

This side was quietly writing, and the little ghost fire king over there sat at the farthest corner of the bed and thought for a long time, before finally nodding solemnly.

But the condition is——

"Don't... hurt my sister."

This is the first time he forgot his own identity, but from the perspective of a brother in front of others to think about problems for his sister.

Outside the window, a wisp of smoke faintly dispersed.The little ghost fire king became more and more uneasy, but he told himself to calm down.

"So, what should I do?" Little Ghost Fire King asked patiently.

"Is there anything that can fall into a dream?" Song Yuhuo asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

"There is... a dream order." Little Ghost Fire King looked at Song Yuhuo warily.

"Okay, can you adjust it? We're going to sleep tonight." Song Yuhuo clapped his hands.Seeing his thin lips pursed like this, Jian Yiqiu laughed.Jian Yiqiu's appearance is good-looking, and his face is still a serious boy's face. In the current buzzwords, he is a milk dog, white and milky. When he smiles, his lethality is huge.

The little ghost fire king was a little bit embarrassed, and said: "The fragrance of the dream order is different from the medicinal soup. If you want to mix it, it is not very good."

"Whoever smells the dream order will all fall into the dream together." The system silently added.

"Can my bottle of medicine be made into a dream order?" Song Yuhuo asked the system.The system looked at those who didn't read the game introduction with a sad face, and said, "No. Medicine and incense are different."

Song thought he took a bottle of very useful medicine Yuhuo: ...

"What do you need?" Song Yuhuo asked.

The little ghost fire king said: "Dream Bell and..."

Song Yuhuo couldn't help but think of the copper bell on Mingji's ankle that day, and hurriedly asked, "Is it copper, glowing orange, and the color is not very clear?"

Jian Yiqiu grabbed Song Yuhuo's hand that was shaking due to excitement, Song Yuhuo calmed down, and held his hand back tightly.

Little Ghost Fire King hadn't reacted to his question, but after he did, he nodded and gave an affirmative answer, "That's right."

It's the string of bells.The string of bells on Mingji's ankle that they chopped up.Song Yuhuo had a quick mind and quick thoughts.

"What's the use of the bell?"

"How do you know?" Little Ghost Fire King asked subconsciously after guessing that he had seen the bell.

"Stop talking nonsense, talk quickly!" Song Yuhuo couldn't hold back his temper and couldn't bear the little ghost fire king's dawdling, so he yelled.The little ghost fire king flinched in fright, and then muttered out of breath: "Why are you so fierce?"

Song Yuhuo realized that he was a little angry, and then smiled as if changing his face.The little ghost fire king was really taken aback at this moment, and hurriedly explained: "The dream bell, you can tell from the name that it only has the function of dreaming."

The Dreaming Bell was chopped up, and its only function was to be a dreamer.When Song Yuhuo saw Ming Ji's string of bells that night, he thought it was some kind of jewelry, but now that he thought about it, it wasn't at all.So what is Ming Ji going to do with those dream bells on?And it was Ming Ling who had the nightmare again...

"Can ghosts dream?" Song Yuhuo repeated the previous question.

After hearing this question, the little ghost fire king looked at him in surprise again, shook his head and said, "At least, this king can't."

"This is also the first time this king has heard that ghosts have nightmares."

"This king seldom has nightmares, no matter when." Little ghost fire king added his answer.

"So, when did you see this string of bells from the Wang family?"