"Xiao Pingping, what's going on this time?" Ning Que looked at himself standing at the door alone in a tuxedo.
"It's okay, Queque, do you think I would hurt you?"
"Yes, you old guys are really bad. Last time you put me in a snake's body, I almost died. They said it was a test for regularization, and they threw me in there the day before yesterday."
"It's not about your ability, we think you are very talented in this area."
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and it was raining as if there was a hole in the sky. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the dark night. A group of people wearing black raincoats moved forward with difficulty.
"We're here." A man with a scar on his face looked at the museum in front of him, which was blurry due to the heavy rain. A petite girl read out, "Artemisia selengensis Folk Museum." A fat man gasped, "Let's go in quickly, there's still a time limit." "Ten minutes left."
At twelve o'clock in the morning, eight people entered this museum, which was said to be restricted to living people. The lights were off, and they were startled by a statue-like figure standing at the door. Lightning-induced white light illuminated the face, where dried blood had formed strange symbols. The figure, wearing an old tuxedo, twisted his neck 180 degrees, a degree impossible for a normal person, bowed deeply, and uttered a sharp and strange voice, "Welcome!"
"Ah!" Zhailiu Nasha suddenly woke up, her head covered in cold sweat. When her stiff hands touched the soft quilt, she realized that she had arrived in the dungeon and would be staying in this museum for 7 days. It was Butler Ning who arranged the room for them yesterday.
After she changed her clothes, she went downstairs. There were already some people sitting at the long table on the first floor. Next to the table was a buffet-style breakfast. She picked a few things and sat down.
After everyone had gathered, they chatted and realized they had all had the same dream. A man in a suit tugged at his tie and said, "That means there's definitely something wrong with this housekeeper. We'll have to search the room."
The fat man was eating and drinking voraciously, chewing something in his mouth. Zhai Liu Nasha was communicating with Feng Hao. Scarface looked like he was daydreaming. There were eight people in the group, four men and four women, each with a different look.
Ning Que opened her arms as two maids dressed and groomed her. "Xiao Pingping, this kind of dungeon is so comfortable! I hope there will be more of them."
"You wish. This time we're doing it for Huanhuan."
At this time, the maid brought breakfast. Ning Que twisted his arms into a knot. "Okay, okay, we're one family. I haven't settled the score with him yet. I've been in this state since the last dungeon. I should be thankful that my ability has a weakening effect in the real world, otherwise I would have been captured and dissected."
After finishing his meal, Ning Que pulled at the tie that was pinching his neck and pinned the shrunken trumpet on it.
Everyone in the hall watched as the pointer reached 9. A team appeared on the stairs to the second floor, led by Ning Que. Everyone walked quietly, and Ning Que and the maid came down without making any sound.
Ning Que's voice changed to a male one. "You are all folklore enthusiasts. The Yinchen Folk Museum is my master's labor of love. I will lead you through a pleasant seven days. Here are your passes. I hope you will keep them safe."
Led by Butler Ning, everyone walked through the garden and arrived at the museum.
The players opened the age-old wooden door and entered another world. Everyone watched as Ning Que closed the door and quietly said, "I hope everyone enjoyed themselves. I'll take you back for dinner at 11 o'clock."
The players watched as the wooden door closed, sending up a cloud of dust. The butler's words echoed throughout the hall, "Don't destroy anything, or my master will be angry."
The players gathered in twos and threes.
In the middle of the lobby on the first floor stands a statue of two people making rice cakes, with various uncommon tools next to them.
There were no new players this time, and everyone was very skilled at exploring the venue and gathering information. Little Butterfly chatted with Feng Hao, "How are you? Is Huahua okay in the end?" "Huahua made me take a day off and even had my salary docked." "No way! Didn't you say you were only 21?"
"Yes, I'm 21 years old. My high school grades weren't very good, so I started doing an internship in my sophomore year." Feng Hao smiled and touched his head. "Now I need more money to raise a flower."
They didn't realize that the people Ning Que brought with them called the paper figurine Huahua.
The place they arrived at was decorated as a woman's boudoir. A brass mirror was mounted on a floral-carved dressing table. The dressing box was wide open, revealing some pearl hairpins, earrings, and other items. There was also some used lip balm and some black ink on the table.
Little Butterfly took out a file bag, and then Feng Hao also took out a file bag, "The housekeeper will give it to you too."
Feng Hao nodded. "Last night, the housekeeper came to me and stuffed this thing in my hand, saying it could keep you safe on the first floor. I refused to take it at first, but eventually she said it was from Sister Ning, and she even answered a few of Huahua's questions."
"Then it seems to be true." Little Butterfly and Feng Hao put the file bag on the dressing table, and it disappeared after a while.
Feng Hao touched the goose bumps on his body. "The air conditioning in this museum is quite strong!" "Yeah, was the temperature this low when we first started?" He began to make a gesture with his fingers. "I feel like something is wrong."
At this time, a figure flashed in the bronze mirror in front of them. They turned their heads immediately. Behind them was a yellow wooden carved bed, empty and empty. A woman's laughter seemed to be coming from the room. At this time, the hanging skirt and jacket began to shake slightly. Feng Hao took out a stick and picked it up, but there was nothing.
The little butterfly breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately we didn't..." Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by a sharp scream.
Everyone rushed in that direction. The woman was in her thirties. She had calmed down and said softly, "I'm sorry for losing my composure. I was just looking at this painting when the woman slowly emerged from the scroll. I used a talisman, and she smiled and said to me, 'None of you can escape.'"
"It's fine now, but at that moment, I felt like there were thorns in my back." The woman smiled and said, "Everyone, please go away!"
Scarface said, "I saw some photos at the second floor stairs. There was only one with a frame, no photo." The fat man standing over there asked, "Could it be prepared for us?" Everyone turned their eyes to him. The fat man knew he had said the wrong thing and said "Puh, everyone, just treat it as a mistake."
At this time, a mournful song rang out throughout the museum, with a strange rhythm, drilling into the ears of all the players. All the sculptures and some models on the first floor seemed to come alive. There were no display cabinets for the exhibits in the entire museum.
Suddenly the door opened and the housekeeper was standing at the door. Seeing them, he said in surprise, "Please follow me!" They followed the housekeeper back. The dining table was full of food and everyone sat down according to their seats in the morning.
"Please make yourselves at ease this afternoon. We have an event in the evening. If you have anything, please come to the third floor to find me." Ning Que said and left.
"Xiao Pingping, let me think about it carefully. It's not a good idea for me to be an NPC here! Although I am a nuisance to the players, I think I am basically redundant. There are enough ghosts and monsters."
Ning Que and Yi Ping were chatting about this and that when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Ning Que quickly straightened his appearance and said, "Come in."
It was a man and woman. Ning Que glanced at their names and said, "Mr. Wu and Ms. Li, please take a seat. How can we help you?"
The woman, wearing a pair of high heels, suddenly rushed over and kicked Ning Que sideways. Ning Que's body immediately dodged at an odd angle. "What do you mean?"
"Sorry, my foot slipped."
"Then your foot is useless." Honghong flashed by, immediately wrapped around her ankle and pulled hard. Her nails suddenly grew longer and scratched over. Honghong scratched her skin and casually stuffed a bug in it, then retreated very quickly and quietly wrapped around Ning Que's wrist.
The man suddenly said, "Sorry, Butler Ning, I'm disturbing you." The woman and the man went out.
"You just let them go."
Ning Que teased Hong Hong, who had been accidentally injured, and watched her take out one poisonous insect after another from the box and eat them. "How is that possible? I'm just too lazy to do it myself, so I just want to cause them some trouble. Are they on your list?"
"Let me see... It remains to be seen. He has good potential and is very aggressive."
"What do you mean by 'the same as me'? I have my bottom line. Under normal circumstances, unless there are mandatory requirements, I won't actively attack NPCs." Ning Que was furious and touched his chin. "Anyway, my face is male now, so no one should recognize it. Their three chances were useless. Hehehe, I'm going to give them some tutoring tonight."
Ms. Li immediately took out a bottle of spray and sprayed the wound. The cut healed immediately, leaving only a shallow scar. "How is this?"
The man said, "It feels a bit strange. This NPC doesn't give me a good feeling. It's hard to explain. His strength fluctuates."
"I'm already injured, and you only poked your head out so much. By the way, have you put away everyone else's things?"
"It's all done."
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