Recycling Bin In Fantasy World

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At night, Muchuan fell asleep next to Li Zhuang, and he and Li Zhuang kept chatting before going to bed.
Although the key information was not asked, I also learned a lot of common sense about the fantasy realm.
The next morning.
when!
The melodious bell rang, and everyone got up and gathered in the yard with the other boys in gray clothes.
Guan Song and Wei Li walked at the back, whispering.
Muchuan glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. These two guys seemed to be more professional than Li Zhuang.
He is definitely a guy who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger.
After everyone gathered, the boy in white did not appear this time.
It seemed that nothing happened this morning, and everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Many boys in gray clothes stood motionless in the yard like wooden stakes.
His face was expressionless and his eyes were empty.
The scorching sun was in the sky, but everyone felt a sense of gloom.
"I...let's go back." Duan Qingqing suggested.
Several people looked at Li Zhuang. Li Zhuang thought for a while and nodded:
"Then go back. The boy in white will notify us if anything happens."
Everyone followed Li Zhuang back to his room, but Muchuan did not move.
Wei Li and Guan Song were walking at the end. Suddenly they turned to look at Muchuan who was standing still and said, "Gao Jie, aren't you going back?"
"I want to go for a walk nearby." Muchuan said casually, turned and left.
Guan Song looked at Muchuan's retreating figure and said, "Do you want to follow him? This guy is not an easy guy."
I wonder if it's not easy to solve the bloody ginseng fruit? Wei Li said helplessly:
"In the fantasy world of rules, the more you do, the more mistakes you make. The more curious you are, the faster you will die."
Guan Song was a little disappointed and said with a strange tone:
"Is the one of your four holy sects who got out alive just the last one?"
"Those who are meticulous are dead." Wei Li said lightly:
"Don't think you're the special one."
"Oh, when I was running the business world, you four holy sects were not even established."
Guan Song looked down on people like Wei Li from the bottom of his heart. They were just lucky enough to become the apostles of the fantasy realm earlier than him.
In his eyes, Wei Li was no different from the group of self-proclaimed college students in his company.
Relying on the fact that I have studied for several years, I no longer take leaders like them seriously. They are a group of naive children.
Wei Li said angrily:
"The Bloody Wuzhuang Temple kills thousands of people every year, including many elites from all walks of life.
Including soldiers, detectives, special police, business elites and senior apostles who lead the way. "
This old guy is just a capitalist who has reaped the dividends of the times, and he thinks he is a figure.
In front of these people, what do you, Guan Song, mean?
The two laughed at each other and returned to the room.
Muchuan followed the main road, trying his best to take the same path he took yesterday, and found the main hall.
The doors of the main hall were in dilapidated condition, with only half of the door still hanging on the door frame, crumbling.
The stone steps in front of the door were covered with moss and looked slippery and clammy.
The roof tiles of the main hall were broken, and some places had collapsed, exposing worn-out beams.
Where is the scene like the residence of the immortal family here?
Muchuan did not dare to walk around randomly and stood firmly in the distance of the main hall, waiting for the morning class to begin.
Time passed quickly, and the melodious bell rang again.
when!
As the bell rang, a golden light erupted from the main hall, instantly covering the entire main courtyard.
The golden light is bright, like a god descending, making people afraid to look directly.
Under the illumination of this golden light, the dilapidated scene of the main courtyard began to undergo startling changes.
The door leaf of the main hall was restored to its integrity, and the stone steps in front of the door became as smooth as new.
The roof tiles of the main hall were rearranged neatly, and the damaged areas were repaired instantly.
The statues in the temple were reshaped, with clear faces and solemn expressions.
The murals on the walls are colorful and lifelike.
The sacred and solemn Wuzhuangguan Hall appeared in front of Muchuan.
In the distance, anxious footsteps came.
More than a dozen boys in white hurried towards the main hall from all directions.
Muchuan also took steps towards the main hall.
Check here to see if the clues given by the recycling box are correct.
He walked into the main hall, where boys in white were sitting cross-legged on futons, reciting Taoist scriptures.
Muchuan walked in, and several boys in white looked at him in surprise.
At this time, the boys in white clothes were healthy and strong, with rosy faces, which were completely different from their previous shriveled appearance.
Muchuan could not find the boy in white who had led them to work before.
"Why are you here?" The boy in white with a round face and a thick build asked.
Listening to the voice, he is the boy in white who managed the boy in gray before.
"Senior brother, I need your help." Muchuan got straight to the point.
The fat and round boy in white had a struggling look on his face.
Just as he was about to speak, the boy in white on the side pulled him and persuaded him:
"Have you forgotten the lessons learned by dozens of fellow apprentices before?
These outsiders are just mortals and cannot be trusted at all.
At the beginning, there were only a few of us left in the 72 direct descendants of Wuzhuang Temple.
For the sake of Master's inheritance, we must live and stop believing in these people. "
The fat boy sighed, continued to read scriptures with his head lowered, and ignored Muchuan.
Muchuan's mind was spinning very fast, like a super computer analyzing the words of the boy in white.
First of all, the clues about the recycling bin are correct, and the boy in white is really on their side.
There are also important clues on them.
Secondly, they all still remember the apostles who entered here before.
The plot was not reset due to the death of the apostle and the closure of the fantasy realm.
These boys in white remember every previous batch of people who entered the fantasy realm.
Is this a real world?
This is not a game!
Time here passes normally and will not be reset. They are just replaying the script.
The identities of these apostles of the Phantom Realm have long been known clearly by these natives.
It's just that they are abiding by certain rules and have been acting with them.
Finally, there is a behind-the-scenes BOSS that threatens the fantasy apostles and these boys in white.
At this time, Muchuan thought about Sha Wujing. Did he also have to kill the people who talked to him because of certain rules?
Muchuan knelt down and said to the chubby boy sitting cross-legged on the ground:
"Would it be dangerous for you to reveal the information?"
The fat boy looked up at him and nodded.
"Then can you give me some risk-free news?
After all, we are in the same camp, aren't we?" Muchuan said.
Although Muchuan is not a holy mother, she is not a selfish and cold person either.
Since such important news would put the boy in white's life in danger, he wouldn't force it.
The fat boy's eyes turned sharply and he said:
"In this main hall, for a quarter of an hour every morning, the master's statue will restore its divine power, shielding him from surveillance and the rules of the fantasy realm, and extending our lives by the way."
As he said that, the fat boy looked towards the back hill of Wuzhuang Temple, where the person he was talking about should be.
"In addition, don't believe too much in the taboo conditions you Fantasy Apostles received when entering here.
In the mythical fantasy realm, there will be many great powers who have the ability to cover up the rules, or even tamper with the rules and fight against the rules. "Become A Member At Patreon For Access Upto 100 Chapters Ahead. Starting At Just $1/Month!

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