Five days passed in a flash, and I immediately entered the next cycle.
"We don't want to eat or stay, but we want to go in." The players who came this time were very tough.
The expressions of everyone in the village changed immediately.
Feeling the rude stares from these players, some people couldn't control their emotions and felt slightly alienated.
An Jingzhi's face was cold, "Are you sure?"
The player in front of him said indifferently, "Are you the boss of Anning Village? Whether you are or not, you will know after you kill him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the team of 13 people attacked them with all their strength.
An Jingzhi didn't move much, but the people behind him all remembered the fear of being killed by players, and began to transform, becoming various ghosts and monsters, and their strength increased greatly.
The group of players didn't react at all when they saw their changes. Instead, they understood, "There's something strange about you guys."
As he said this, he rushed over without stopping.
An Jingzhi didn't do anything, he just raised his right hand slightly, and the 13 players in front of him immediately flew backwards.
Killed with one blow.
None of the players could survive even a single move in his hands.
The alienated people in the village were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene, and then their eyes regained clarity, and then their bodies slowly returned to their original state.
"This, Jingzhi, are they all dead?" someone asked in a trembling voice.
An Jingzhi nodded, "They're all dead. They have some things on them. Let's collect them and see if we can sell them."
Seeing the equipment dropped by this group of people all over the ground, he suddenly thought of another way to earn points, which was to sell the equipment of this group of people to the Infinite System.
After hearing his words, everyone walked forward and looked at the players. Seeing that they were motionless, they picked up the weapons scattered around them.
An Jingzhi took it and tried to communicate with the system of the infinite world. The next second, all the props in his hand disappeared, and in return he gained a huge amount of points.
Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that the group of people who broke into the ancestral hall before seemed to have dropped a lot of weapons, but he thought the smell was too stinky and disgusting, so he didn't think about it.
Those weapons that had been around for several cycles must have been taken away long ago. He felt a little sad when he thought about it.
An Jingzhi was thinking, is it possible that they can earn points through robbery instead of accommodation?
This group of players must have more than just these items, but all they can pick up are the things they held in their hands before. It seems that they cannot simply kill the players and snatch the items from their hands. The items dropped from their hands can only be the ones they held before they died.
That is to say, they may have to provoke the other party, make them take out weapons, and then kill them, so as to maximize their benefits.
An Jingzhi thought about it and decided to suppress this tempting idea. After all, although players in the Infinite World could be resurrected, they were still lives, and many people did not become players voluntarily; they were forced into it. Facing players with bad intentions, he could kill them without hesitation, but it would be difficult to directly attack those players who did not attack them.
After all, if the player does not have enough opportunities to resurrect, then death is death.
The player died, and the flow rate of the dungeon world was quickly refreshed.
Another player came in just one minute.
It’s still the same process, and most players make similar excuses, such as passing tourists wanting to stay overnight.
"10,000 points per person." After An Jingzhi finished speaking, the team of 20 people on the opposite side agreed without hesitation.
The number of people coming this time was the largest group they had ever received.
These people were very cooperative, and he felt something was wrong with their cooperation. In short, An Jingzhi felt that these people were not here to earn points.
But it’s better this way, I don’t have to worry about killing.
Old Mrs. Lin still took the person to the accommodation, gave a few instructions, and immediately returned to An Jingzhi's house to tell him about the player's situation.
This group of players were very vigilant and did not measure anything. They just did whatever Mrs. Lin said.
At night.
An Jingzhi felt what this group of people would do, so he stared at them closely.
This group of players did not go to the village entrance or the ancestral hall.
They went directly to Lai San's house in the dark. It might be that Lai San was closest to them, or they might have gone there specifically to look for Lai San.
Lai San was sleeping soundly at home. Since he didn't make barbecue today, he went to bed early. He vaguely heard a noise coming from the door.
He tried to stand up cautiously, but the next second he found a sharp knife on his neck.
"You... who are you? What do you want to do?" His voice trembled.
The man with the flat head smiled broadly. "Don't scream, or you'll lose your head. Now, I'll ask you one question and you answer it. Whether you can save your life depends entirely on you."
Lai San quickly agreed, "Okay, okay, just ask whatever you want to ask. I'll definitely tell you what I know!"
He performed very well. The flat-headed man smiled with satisfaction. "That's best. Let me ask you, who is the man who collected our points?"
"He is An Jingzhi, a college student from our village."
The man with the flat head frowned, "Are you trying to play tricks on me by avoiding the main point?"
Lai San looked at the knife of the flat-headed man cautiously, "Brother, be careful with your knife. I really didn't mean to play any tricks on you. Didn't you just want to know who he was? That's what I said. What else do you want to ask? Just tell me directly. I'm not very smart and can't understand."
The man with the flat head laughed angrily, "Okay, I'll just take what you said as true." Although he said this, he used a little force on the knife in his hand to press Lai San's neck, leaving a bloody mark.
Lai San begged desperately, "Knife, knife, knife! Big brother, be careful with your knife!"
The crew-haired man remained unmoved. "I see he's very prestigious in your village. Why do you all listen to him? And why can you exchange points with players?"
"He's a college student from our village. He's seen a lot of things, so of course everyone is willing to listen to him. As for the points, I really don't know."
"I don't know?" The man with the flat head said as he pressed the knife down to Lai San's neck again. This time, blood was already flowing down Lai San's neck.
He grabbed the bed sheets with his hands in pain, but still gritted his teeth and said he didn't know.
Just as the flat-headed man was about to continue his threats, he heard two bangs outside and then the door was opened.
The man with the flat head turned around and looked. Who else could it be but An Jingzhi?
"Hello, college student." The man with the flat head smiled, but there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
An Jingzhi came here early. The reason why he didn't show up at the beginning was that he wanted to see how long Lai San could hold on. Fortunately, Lai San did not let him down.
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