Recycling Bin In Fantasy World

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"Ah!" A cry of pain sounded.

Bang! Bang!

The cannon fodder duo fell directly to the ground.

Then two ropes appeared inexplicably, wrapped around their necks, and hung them to the beam.

After struggling for a while, the cannon fodder duo were hanged directly.

They are all still ordinary people. How long can they survive if they are hung up like this?

"Isn't it five minutes to kill one person? Why... why two of them died at the same time." Guan Song glared at Wei Li again.

Is the information from the Four Holy Sects reliable?

Why do things keep going wrong?

I spent a whole billion on it.

Did my money come from the strong wind? Do you think I am Daheng's boss Xu?

"Look at the ground." Muchuan said in a solemn tone.

Everyone looked at the ground, and the floor of the main room was shiny.

The ground was poured with oil.

It was the group of boys in gray who just did it.

In addition, the corners were piled with ropes.

"One person dies in five minutes. Is it because there are not enough ropes in this wing?"

"That group of boys in gray not only poured oil on the ground, but also put a bunch of ropes...Isn't this cheating? Can you play like this in the fantasy world?"

"Why don't they just kill us."

The remaining people cursed and said.

Cheating? Muchuan had a flash of idea, and what Guan Song said last night flashed in his mind.

[If fewer people come in at one time, won't the group be 100% wiped out?

It stands to reason that such a setting is impossible. ]

According to Pang Yuan, the setting of the rules of the fantasy realm should not have this level of difficulty.

Moreover, the taboo tips given by the fantasy realm have also been modified.

The one in the back mountain has been taking advantage of the real taboo conditions to kill people.

Some taboo conditions are false, or they cover up the real taboo conditions.

If this fantasy realm wasn't so difficult, death missions shouldn't be released every day.

Do you have to eat dirty blood ginseng fruit?

Does the east courtyard have to be cleaned?

"Has anyone refused to eat blood-stained ginseng fruit before? What will be the consequences?" Muchuan suddenly asked.

"What does the b****y ginseng fruit have to do with what's going on here?" Wei Li asked in confusion.

"Yes? Has anyone ever refused?" Muchuan asked again.

Seeing Muchuan's serious attitude, everyone fell into silence, and Li Zhuang replied:

"Maybe, but they all died in the fantasy realm.

Anyway, no one who survived has ever said this. "

Wei Li glanced at Li Zhuang, and Muchuan also looked at him thoughtfully.

People who got out alive... Li Zhuang seemed to have seen more than one person who left this fantasy realm alive.

Muchuan originally asked Wei Li, after all, she was a senior apostle.

Unexpectedly, Li Zhuang knew a lot.

This Li Zhuang is a bit mysterious, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as delivering express.

"What about the tasks of weeding the west courtyard and cleaning the east courtyard? Do they have to be completed?" Muchuan asked.

What happens if you refuse?

Logically speaking, there should not be many taboo conditions in the low-level fantasy realm. Why do the taboo conditions here feel artificial?

Is it possible that taboo tip 4 is also fake?

[Taboo Tip 4: Immortal Zhenyuan is the master of Wuzhuang Temple, please do not violate his will. ]

Is there really a Zhenyuan Immortal in this Wuzhuang Temple?

Li Zhuang's eyes twitched slightly, and he immediately retorted to Muchuan:

"Don't talk nonsense. What if we don't complete the task and our group is wiped out?"

Muchuan didn't dare to confirm, it was just his guess.

"Then what should we do next?" Wei Li asked:

"It was difficult enough to clean while standing on my head, but now it's impossible to complete the task at all."

"Wait for me." Muchuan suddenly thought of something and hurriedly left the east courtyard.

Looking at Muchuan's leaving figure, Guan Song was stunned and said:

"He...he won't run away."

Ding Shi said: "In the fantasy realm, where can he run? If he cannot complete the task, he will die wherever he runs."

...

The wing room in the east courtyard.

There are densely packed [Suppression Talismans] attached to the bottom of the bed, and a line of words "Only one for each person" is written on the bed board next to it.

This [Suppression Talisman] should be useful to the hanged ghosts in the east courtyard.

But it would be useless even if they were asked to come and take one each.

One photo only lasts three minutes, and the range is only one meter in radius, so it is impossible to clean the entire main room.

Of course Muchuan didn't come here for these [Suppression Talismans], but for these words:

"Only one per person"

Muchuan opened Mingyue's diary. In the diary written after the Wuchen year, the notes were exactly the same as those on this bed board.

It's just as confusing and difficult to read, and the person writing it seems to be very impatient and nervous.

Muchuan thought for a long time and said secretly:

"It is necessary to test the truth of this sentence."

The mystery in his mind gradually became clearer, and the clues seemed to be connected with just a little inspiration.

Muchuan holds the [Border Breaking Star Essence], ready to leave the fantasy realm of rules at any time.

He slowly tore off a [Suppression Talisman], but nothing happened.

"This sentence is false!" Muchuan was almost certain of his thoughts.

"But that's not necessarily the case. If everything is fine after tonight, then it's really fine."

Muchuan immediately tore off all the [Suppression Talismans] under the bed.

Came to the east courtyard again.

Muchuan issued the [Suppression Talisman] from his palm and said:

"After this talisman is torn into pieces, an evil-proofing aperture with a radius of one meter will appear on the spot.

Within the aperture, the hanged man should be unable to do anything to us.

Everyone, hurry up and clean up. "

Muchuan himself was skeptical about the task of cleaning.

However, to be on the safe side and to avoid unnecessary disputes, he still chose to complete the task with everyone.

"Is this talisman real?" Duan Qingqing asked quietly:

"You don't want to trick us into exploring the way, do you?"

With the [Suppressing Evil Talisman], there is no need to form a team, Duan Qingqing and Muchuan are not in the same team.

She lost her sense of security, and her first reaction was to question Muchuan.

Muchuan rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention. He walked in first and gave them a demonstration.

As soon as Muchuan entered the wing, several ropes quickly flew over and wrapped around his neck.

He immediately activated the [Suppression Talisman], and a golden light enveloped him for one meter.

All the ropes were blocked.

"Wow, it really works."

"Brother Gao Jie is so awesome, I know you must be reliable."

"I never doubted you, you can definitely do it."

"..."

Everyone who had looked wary just now immediately changed their attitude, and squeezed the [Suppression Talisman] tighter in their hands.

Muchuan Lai ignored their flattery and said calmly:

"Each talisman is only effective for three minutes, so clean it up quickly."

Everyone immediately started cleaning the wing.

There are more than a hundred [Suppression Talismans], which should be enough.

Muchuan consumed five [Suppressing Talismans] in a row and went straight to the master bedroom.

As soon as he entered the master bedroom, Muchuan was stunned.

In the center of the master bedroom, a mummy hangs from the beam, like a terrifying oil painting, hanging there quietly, making people shudder.

This shriveled corpse looked like a withered fruit that seemed to have been hanging there for many years.

His body has shriveled up like a piece of parchment with vertical and horizontal wrinkles, and the color of his skin has become dull.

His facial features were blurry.

Only two sunken eye sockets remained.

The eyes inside had disappeared, leaving only two scarlet flashes staring at Muchuan.

Muchuan's hair suddenly stood up and he took a photo of the [Suppressing Evil Talisman].

The hanged corpse turned into a normal corpse.

Although he is still a bit nervous, Muchuan can still overcome it.

He climbed up on the table, touched Qingfeng's body, and found the fly whisk.

Apart from this, Qingfeng has no other magical items on his body.

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