Chapter 284 Gold Falls from the Sky
The souls and spirits of these headless people have almost dissipated, with only a trace of living spirit remaining to maintain the movement of their limbs and torsos.
Strictly speaking, the headless man and the infernal corpse are quite similar in both body and appearance, and even in the formation of their bodies. However, the infernal corpse is a demon that is bred after birth and controls the body, or it is controlled by others. No matter which one, it has nothing to do with the original owner of the body. The body of the headless man is controlled by the only remaining soul, and the owner of that soul is themselves.
The existence of the fake dragon ball not only maintained the "life" of the monster made of bones, but also restrained the instincts of all the headless people. Therefore, when the fake dragon ball was put away, all the headless people in the underground world seemed to be suddenly activated, bursting out with extremely strong resentment and overwhelming hatred.
How can I not feel resentment and hatred?
That’s countless years of oppression.
If we regard people as containers for energy conversion, who can not feel resentment and hatred?
Only a ghost remained of the three souls and seven spirits of those headless men. They were unable to think about the logic of their own misfortune, nor could they distinguish the cause of their own suffering. They could only rely on instinct to rush to the place where the only breath of living people with the "smell of being alive" gathered, and crowded densely at the feet of the players flying in the sky.
“Oh shit, oh shit! It’s in red! It’s fatal!”
"Is this the immortal version of Dead Rising?!"
"How can we kill all of them?"
"How about dying and going back to get some rocket launchers?"
"That thing is very expensive, and we need to apply for approval. Can our community apply for it?"
The players were talking excitedly, but their hands were also busy.
Since it's a red name, it must have tried to attack a few times.
Everyone soon discovered that this scene was only scary to look at, but these headless men were so fragile that they could be killed with just a few hits.
Seeing this scene, Jun Chou was stunned at first, then he suddenly reacted.
If it were an ordinary cultivator, after doing such a thing, he would be dragged to death by so many headless people. Even if he ran away, these headless people would gather here, nourished by the spiritual energy of the spirit stone veins. Over time, they would only become more and more troublesome and eventually lead to a disaster!
But the ones who do this are the players—
What kind of existence are players? They are crazy even if they are not sick. How can they not be tempted to attack when they see a red name? Moreover, these headless people have no means of attack. What the monks fear most is the erosion of their spirit by resentment and hatred. It is easy for monks who have been underground for a long time to become extreme and irritable. If they stay underground for too long, they may even become one of these headless people without knowing it. At that time, it will be terrifying.
But this danger poses zero threat to players.
Because this kind of spiritual erosion, to put it bluntly, acts on the soul, but the players are just a link projection of a wisp of consciousness, where do the souls come from? They will not be affected by it!
Jun Chou thought about it and secretly breathed a sigh of relief after figuring it out. She watched Fang Xianyu leave here - even a Jindan-stage cultivator would feel uncomfortable if he stayed in such an environment for a long time. Now that the problem was solved, there was naturally no need for her to keep watching here.
The peeping players on Jun Chou and Fang Xianyu's side didn't know this as they were enthusiastically discussing these headless monsters.
The player who first killed a headless man said in surprise: "There is still experience! It's just a little too little. One weirdo only gives 100 experience points. The idiot planner should just kill me!"
Another player followed suit and complained: "The prestige and contribution are even less, less than 100!"
But even though the amount given to each one is small, the quantity is huge. A rough look shows that there are at least tens of thousands of headless people in the entire underground world. If you add them up, it’s a lot!
Renxin Huadao immediately suggested: "We can't eat alone, how about this, why don't we shout in the community group and let everyone come and share?"
One player asked: "What about the temporary camp? Someone has to guard it!"
Nietzsche had an idea: "We can outsource it and find people from other communities to help guard it!"
The other players had no objections either, and most of them were even very excited.
As a new community composed mostly of newbies, there is a big gap between everyone and the old players. The old players all have a set of school uniforms, but the new players can't even get a set of green clothes - unless they are krypton guys, they can buy them from the old players at a high price.
There is such an opportunity that allows everyone to eat meat and drink soup, and catch up quietly. Isn’t that exciting!
Some players were so excited that they started to talk nonsense: "Hurry up and call for help! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! There is gold everywhere! My God! Gold is falling from the sky!"
There were also some players who were very particular about fairness and deliberately said, "Don't do anything, wait until everyone comes down, it won't take too long!"
Nietzsche hurriedly contacted Longshan Sheyi, who clearly marked prices when taking orders and provided after-sales service, and had a very good reputation.
I had just found two old players from Longshan to join the team to help guard the temporary camp, and the message in the group had already bombarded 99+.
Although the Haoqi Changcun Society does not have many people, with no more than a hundred members at most, most of them are college students who are enjoying the National Day holiday and have more free time than each other. When they hear that there is a chance to gain experience, prestige and make contributions for free, they all rush into the game cabin to log in, for fear of being late and missing out on the broth.
But within ten minutes, more than 40 of the nearly 70 members of the community came online, forming a large group of 50. While waiting for people to come online, several players in the team argued about whether to let other community players come over.
"For this, people from other communities should politely decline, otherwise this matter will not end," Nietzsche, as the community president and group leader, made the final decision, "and this is a copy triggered by our community, it is our own luck, we have no obligation to share it with others, not to mention the more people there are, the less prestige and contribution you will get, everyone should understand this principle. So it's okay for our family members to take advantage of the benefits, but forget about it for outsiders!"
That's right, in the game "Ten Continents", whether it's monsters encountered in the wild or the Nine Nether Demons encountered in the next volume, the prestige and contribution points obtained from killing them are diluted according to the number of people - if this is not done, players will definitely exploit bugs and find ways to get more prestige and contribution points for free, and then Fang Xianyu will be unable to make ends meet!
Therefore, the more people there are, the less prestige and contribution they will get. This ensures the balance of benefits of system energy points brought to Fang Xianyu by the players' games.
Of course, Fang Xianyu is still very generous when it comes to experience points. He treats everyone equally and does not dilute or distribute them equally. This is why Nietzsche decided to let all members of the community come to kill monsters as much as possible.
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