"Ahem, I understand." Jin He couldn't help but click his tongue as he watched his face turn from white to red. "So innocent." "Okay, don't tease Lin Que. If he keeps blushing, he will be as good as Maple Leaf here." Lin Chuan stopped Jin He's bad intentions. Shen Nanzhi looked at the two-inch-long mini statue in the palm of He Xianyue's hand. The statue is carved from a black stone, with a surface as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the cold light. The shape is strange and the body is twisted. Its head is broad and ugly, with deep-set eyes. The mouth opens, revealing a row of sharp teeth. The arms and legs are disproportionately thick, with clear muscle lines, and every joint is carved lifelike. Even a small statue of a god exudes an evil aura that is hard to ignore. This smell is naturally disturbing. Shen Nanzhi saw Lin Chuan frowning in deep thought. "What are you thinking about?" "It looks really disgusting. Anyone who sees this thing will not think it is a statue of a god." The stall owner suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were cold, and his light golden pupils were sullen. "Existence is reasonable, don't stereotype it."
Jin He laughed awkwardly, blocked Lin Chuan behind him, and winked at the stall owner. "Boss, that's not what my friend meant." As soon as the man saw Jin He, he immediately closed his eyes and looked unbearable to be harassed. "Where is Li Qingli?" "I don't know. Lin Que and I didn't see him after visiting the market." "Do you still want to go shopping?" "I think we need to continue to explore the plot of the dungeon now. There is a high probability that this dungeon will end early due to artificial attrition." "If things continue as they are now, it's a no-brainer." Shen Nanzhi always felt strange. "I don't understand. If this dungeon only requires killing each other, then the concept of the game no longer exists. Isn't this dungeon just a competition arena where people can die?" "I also feel that this game is not like the one designed by Xi Xi. It is too weak in confrontation." Jin He felt even more disobedient. "Generally speaking, any dungeon will limit player skills and props to a certain extent. The dungeons of the opposing camp focus on balance." "But this dungeon, in addition to the obvious division of hunters into camps, seems to encourage players to form separate camps and kill each other." "It's really unfair to novices." Jin He said here, his eyes falling on Lin Que who said nothing. "Gods and Buddhas will bless you." The stall owner seemed to understand their dilemma, and his voice was resounding, full of power and credibility. Lin Que asked. "You mean, as long as we believe in gods and Buddhas, they will make us immortal?" The young man's golden eyes were filled with smiles. "Of course. When you are alive, you have to believe in something." Same as MLM. Shen Nanzhi couldn't help but think of the core concept of her last dungeon. The designers of the two dungeons were really different. Lin Chuan didn't want to hear it and walked forward on his own. When Lin Que came to his senses, only Shen Nanzhi was standing behind him, and he was instantly embarrassed. "Sorry, I couldn't help but ask more questions." Shen Nanzhi's pure black eyes gave people a cold feeling as always, and her eyelashes were clearly defined. "Let's speed up and catch up with them."
Lin Que nodded. The three of them didn't go far and stopped in front of a fortune-telling stall at the end of the market. This stall is incompatible with the entire market selling items. There are only two traditional Chinese characters for "fortune-telling" on the blue-grey cloth, which is simple and has no connotation. The fortune teller had a standard Chinese character face, his brows were furrowed, and he asked He Xianyue to draw lots impatiently.