Chapter 308: A Man with Bad Intentions
Zhong Mu nodded knowingly. For some reason, he felt much more at ease when he thought of the person lying in the coffin.
After the black fog dissipated, the town was cleaning up the mess. As expected, the dungeon players started to make a fuss and began to put pressure on the town, demanding to get their items back at all costs, saying that they no longer trusted the town.
The town players also resolutely refused to respond to their demands and would not give the other party the opportunity to become hostile to the town.
Zhong Mu observed the entire process of rioting and pressure, and noticed that a group of people would first go to the base and wait for a while before setting off according to a plan, continuously harassing the small town area.
He hurriedly disguised himself, turned into a doctor, and went to check out the small base near the bus stop.
Sure enough, as soon as he got closer, he saw Ling Feng standing there and explaining something to the people below. They couldn't get their props back by force, so they could only grind them down slowly.
"Everyone, go in batches and make trouble to wear down their patience and energy. At the same time, observe when they change guards. This will always give us a chance to snatch back our props. If all else fails, we can observe the guard change times and steal them. We must be independent and cannot trust the town!"
After Yin Xiu left the town, Ling Feng became more determined to be hostile to the town and not trust this group of people.
Maybe he had been dissatisfied before, but did not show it in front of Yin Xiu. As soon as Yin Xiu left, he stopped pretending.
Zhong Mu silently wanted to get closer to listen, but when Ling Feng saw Zhong Mu appear, he immediately asked everyone else to disperse and then walked towards Zhong Mu.
"Where did you go just now? Are you okay?" He looked up and down at Zhong Mu, who was now Mu He's appearance, to make sure he was safe. "You weren't attacked by the black fog, were you?"
Zhong Mu shook his head, "I hid."
Ling Feng looked relieved, then smiled and said, "We are planning to take back our items. If we players unite as one, we won't be afraid of being suppressed by the players in the small town. After all, the players who have transformed into monsters are on our side and will not attack us, but only the people in the small town."
Zhong Mu then discovered that the mutated players would not attack dungeon players, but only attack the people in the town, that is, the sacrifices. Just as they said, they were helpers sent to the dungeon players.
But if this helper is sealed into a wooden man by Zhong Mu using props...will the black fog bring about any more changes during the next attack?
Zhong Mu was a little worried. At least he could see that the black fog was following the normal process and helping the dungeon players kill the people in the town.
"Hmm..." Zhong Mu responded, somewhat nonchalantly.
Ling Feng frowned and carefully studied Zhong Mu's expression. "What? Unhappy?"
"No." Zhong Mu shook his head lightly. His ordinary expression was beautified with hundreds of layers of filters through the doctor's face. In Ling Feng's eyes, it was so sad that people couldn't help but explore his distress.
"It's okay, trust me." Ling Feng assured Zhong Mu solemnly, then led Zhong Mu to a place where papers were placed, pointed at the rules on the ground, and asked Zhong Mu, "Look at what this is?"
Zhong Mu thought they had found some new rules, so he lowered his head and observed them carefully, and then found that these were the rules forged by the players in the small town, which were originally intended to restrict the players in the dungeon.
"I've read the rules. Is there anything wrong?" Zhong Mu looked up at Ling Feng in confusion.
Ling Feng squatted down and pointed at one of them, "Look here."
[Town Rule Seven: Everyone, please do not approach Room 103, Alley A. Don't be curious, don't get close, or you will suffer the consequences.]
"The people in this town seem to be very protective of Room 103. Our people tried to get close to investigate, but were driven back. So far, no one knows what's inside. I suspect it contains something very important to the players in this town, and it could be a breakthrough for us."
Zhong Mu stared at the seventh rule, which was the rule they wrote at that time to warn and deter dungeon players from having any ideas about this place. But now the situation has changed, and this has caused dungeon players to misunderstand.
"What are you going to do?"
Ling Feng thought about it and raised the corner of his lips. "We plan to send someone to secretly check in when the black fog comes next time, and clear out whatever is inside."
"If you really can't get in..." Ling Feng's eyes gradually became threatening, "Just burn it down and see."
Zhong Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, and almost instantly felt the desire to kill. As long as he killed the man in front of him who posed a threat to the town, Boss Ye or the town would be safe.
But he glanced around and saw that there were too many people around. If he killed Ling Feng, it would be difficult for him to get away. If he failed, he might become a hostage used by the dungeon players to threaten the town. It would be better to be safe.
The town is in too dangerous a situation now and nothing can go wrong.
Zhong Mu suppressed his dissatisfaction and murderous intent, and tried hard to glare at him with a ferocious look.
"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" Ling Feng lowered his head and saw the pair of grey eyes staring straight at him. The pupils were hazy and looked dim. The fair face was innocent, harmless and gentle, without any murderous intent. He felt a little embarrassed to see the person staring at him so straight.
"Nothing, I just think your plan is great." Zhong Mu tried hard to keep smiling.
But in the eyes of others, this smile seems to be gentle, friendly and very family-like.
"By the way, we are in urgent need of props now. Everyone is taking out the remaining props they have and distributing them. You should have some too, right?" After a moment of trance, Ling Feng did not forget to get down to business and stared at Zhong Mu.
Zhong Mu's face tensed. He didn't have any important props on him except Mu He's heart. However, except for Mu He's heart which was placed in a storage prop, the other props were placed together. If they were taken out, they would all be taken away at once.
"My props were taken away by the people in the town." Zhong Mu tried hard to cover them up and didn't want to take them out.
But Ling Feng obviously didn't believe it. "The town will allocate you other props. You should have other props, right?"
Zhong Mu was silent and could only grit his teeth and take out the bag of props he often used. It was better than having Mu He's heart discovered.
His prop bag was filled with some scattered and commonly used props. Since he was a newcomer in the town, he would not get any high-end props. These were all props that he had selected himself and were more handy, such as a flashlight that always lit up, some dry food, communication props, some healing medicine and his most handy fire axe weapon.
He kept a small notebook, which was essential for every player in the town, in his arms, without fear of being discovered.
"They gave you quite a lot of things?" Ling Feng was surprised.
The town was reluctant to give them too many things, but Zhong Mu’s item bag contained many good general items and even a weapon, which other players definitely did not have.
"Actually, I hid some of them myself... like the axe... and the others were given to me more because they saw that I was weak." Zhong Mu tried hard to keep smiling as he explained.
Then Ling Feng took the axe and weighed it. "This is good. Weapons are what we need most. I'll requisition it."
Zhong Mu screamed silently in his heart, and looked at Axe with sorrow in his eyes.
Then the communication prop was taken away. "This is also possible. We really need to keep in touch."
Then he took away all three butterflies. Although one of them was connected to the small town, that place would not respond unless it heard Zhong Mu's voice, so he was not worried about being exposed.
But his communications were taken away, so he couldn't tell the townspeople remotely that they were eyeing Boss Ye's room.
Zhong Mu frowned, thinking that he needed to go back to the town.
Just as he was worrying, a communication butterfly was handed to Zhong Mu. Ling Feng coughed lightly and said solemnly: "These two communications are connected. It just so happens that you and I are the same. If you have anything, please contact each other."
Zhong Mu looked at the Butterfly Communication and then glanced at Ling Feng who looked a little embarrassed.
Bah, a man with bad intentions! He's clearly trying to hook up with the doctor by trying to establish contact with her!
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