Cheng Shi turned his head and looked at Bailing for a long time, and coupled with the perverted smile on his lips, Bailing misunderstood for a moment.
She smiled meaningfully and winked at Cheng Shi, thinking she had met a fellow traveler.
As a result, when the sensory hunting was launched, I found that there was no desire in the other party's emotions. It was as clean as a piece of white paper and could not even be marked.
She kept smiling, but in her heart she labeled Cheng Shi:
Eunuch or gay.
Cheng Shi naturally didn't know all this. He realized his impoliteness and looked away.
This game is interesting.
Three men, three women; three singers, three non-singers; three glasses, three non-glasses.
It's really symmetrical.
But to be honest, the singer profession is more of a supporting profession, and there are many slackers in it.
It is really strong, a first-rate assistant, and everyone who has used it says it is good.
The weak ones are really weak, just a complete loser.
Unlike a nanny, who can still provide some healing even if her talent is not good, the singer's professional skills are weaker and her ability depends entirely on her talent.
The talent is not good, and the bonus status given is simply maddening.
To give an inappropriate example: in the torrent of battlefield killing people like mowing grass, our singer sang a song, which gave our soldiers a buff that whetted their appetite.
You say it is a gain, and it is indeed a gain.
You say it's useful, right? What's the use? To bite off more enemy soldiers?
It's really useless.
But judging from the current situation, at least this big wave English teacher still looks like a reliable person.
"I didn't find any opposing beliefs, so I just confronted them for the sake of efficiency."
Fang Shiqing smiled and took out a book and placed it on the table.
"I am His believer who sees the essence and practices the truth."
The singer of truth, the learned poet.
An awesome profession that lets you write down your skills into a book and use them at any time.
Ming stared at her with eyes wide open, then turned to look at the uncle Chaos, his expression tightened.
"Are you sure he doesn't believe in [Foolishness]?"
Fang Shiqing first smiled and nodded, and then said solemnly:
"The situation may be a little complicated, but I believe that everyone should have a sense of cooperation. In the puzzle of [Memory], the more people there are, the higher the efficiency, right?"
"Sister, what you said is very good. I guess I don't need to introduce myself. The image you imagine in your mind is me."
Bailing agreed with a smile, and then drank the last drop of wine in the bottle.
"Let's get started now, while my desire isn't that strong and I can still help you guys."
Seeing that a singer with 2000 points had mastered the rhythm, Cheng Shi just obediently became a slacker.
The goal of a memory puzzle is often to break through the intertwined memories, find the ultimate owner of the memory, and leave the puzzle through "it".
To put it in human terms, it is to determine which layer of memory you are in, and then to break it down layer by layer to reach the ending.
To put it simply: find an exit in Inception.
Everyone knew that the floor they were on could not be the last one to reveal the mystery, so they all prepared to go look for clues after their own [Command].
Xu Lu on the opposite side saw Cheng Shi lowering his head and not speaking, and his teammates all started to stand up, and suddenly said:
"I...I have a clue."
Fang Shiqing raised her eyebrows and looked at Cheng Shi with a playful expression.
She seemed to have a magical power to judge the relationship between people, and she saw that there was a subtle connection between the two people.
"What clue?"
"None of the believers of Existence said they had any clues, but the believers of Nothingness had the clues first. Are you... a prophet?"
"Hiss - I have a headache."
Xu Lu pursed her lips and nodded in confusion:
"Yes, I am a prophet. I have seen a certain scene that will happen today. This may be very helpful for us to find clues. After all, we only have 12 hours."
A prophet can predict the near future by rolling dice, but he can only see one of the countless destiny lines in the future, and there is even the possibility of failure.
Destiny is always changing, and no one can be sure whether the foreseen future will come.
But this does not prevent it from being a guide.
Ming blinked: "When did you complete the [Edict]? Just now?"
The [oracle] of [fate] is divination, which is to throw the "dice of fate" in your hand.
But the result of this divination is very obscure, and players will often not associate the divination points with the ending until the end of the trial.
When Xu Lu just woke up, she quietly threw the dice of fate on her thigh and got a score of 5. She was a little afraid that this number indicated the number of people who survived in the end, so she had to think of some way to ensure her own safety.
Even though the [existence] player on the other side is not necessarily of the opposing faith, even though the priest's damage ability is not high, even though his score is lower than his own...
But she didn't want to take any chances.
"Yes, my scores are not high, and I am not smart either. I need to team up with others to explore together so as not to fall behind..."
This was obviously a condition. Cheng Shi smiled but said nothing. Bailing rolled her eyes and Huang Bo was still scratching his head.
Ming was very warm-hearted. He gave her a way out and continued, "Then you..."
Xu Lu didn't say anything and looked at Fang Shiqing.
This thigh is very thick, everyone can see it.
Fang Shiqing smiled and did not refuse.
Xu Lu breathed a sigh of relief and continued:
"There are two prophecies in total. Yesterday I saw someone die today, and the number I rolled was 9. Just now, I saw a woman with a ring holding up a teacup, and the number I rolled was 4."
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