The lines on the palm of his hand were rough, but based on their size, one could tell that the person blindfolding him was a child.
The director's frightened howls were rapid, and soon his breathing became difficult, with most of the sound being muffled by his other hand. The metal door was very soundproof, and the remaining screams were completely sealed in a separate space.
On the support bed, Wen Shi slowly sat up.
The curator's inability to see the ghost child proves that he is not as powerful as ordinary monsters. His interest in young people is fully reflected in the word "longevity".
Compared with the Spire Amusement Park, the Celebrity Hall is a piece of cake with the cheating device of Ghost Child.
After getting out of bed, Wen Shi grabbed the curator's collar and shoved him into the cabin. The curator's limbs were pinned down by the ghost boy, leaving only half of his body thrashing about like a stranded fish.
"Choose one of the two?" Wen Shi asked jokingly.
There were two green buttons on the wall, one of which was darker and hidden behind a cabinet. He pressed it without thinking.
The machine immediately began to operate. The internal conditions of the ring magnet could not be seen clearly, but from the occasional muffled groans, one could tell that the person inside was experiencing a painful ordeal.
Wen Shi stood beside the machine and said in a neither light nor heavy tone: "How much do you know about demons?" As he spoke, he bent down and waved at the ghost boy, and the curator got a brief moment of freedom to breathe.
"I only have one chance. If I get news that satisfies me, I will pause the machine."
The curator's face was covered with plaster, and the liquid that flowed without leaving any trace kept pouring into his pores. The feeling of suffocation made his brain chaotic.
He asked vaguely, "What demon?"
Wen Shi turned around and deliberately increased the volume of his footsteps, as if he was about to leave.
The curator immediately became anxious and tried to speak:
"...More than a decade ago, I realized that as I got older, my hands could no longer hold a knife. I prayed to the devil to give me a younger body, and I was willing to give anything for it."
The curator coughed violently and continued in a hoarse voice, "The demon advised me to be conservative and maintain the appearance of being in my fifties or sixties. This way, I can wield the knife steadily without sacrificing my entire soul. The only problem is that I'm responsible for making and selling the shrines."
If Wen Shi didn't know the devil's style of doing things very well, he would have thought he was understanding just by listening to the description.
He walked back and finally asked, "Where did you hear about this demon?"
To worship something, you must first know that it exists.
"Look, watch a movie." The curator stretched out his arms, trying to push the cover off, choking with pain. "There's a movie called 'The Legend of Mei Jin'. In it, the heroine worships the devil and gets her wish granted. After watching it, I decided to try worshiping the devil myself."
The machine finally stopped, and the horrible plaster slurry inside disappeared without a trace.
Wen Shi stood there quietly. Although it sounded ridiculous, the curator would not have the energy to make up such a lie when his life was at stake.
The ghost child climbed out of the machine, looking like he was asking for praise.
Because his body had shrunk significantly in the fire, his head looked very large: "Mom, did I behave well?"
"Excellent."
The ghost boy pressed the issue further: "Then Mommy, can you make a specimen of your arm as a reward for me?"
Wen Shi listened with a faint smile in his eyes: "Want this arm?"
All the ghost children rushed towards him and nodded vigorously.
Wen Shi smiled even more gently: "Okay, if everyone hasn't changed their minds by tomorrow, I'll give it away as a gift."
The ghost boy raised his face, as if to catch the smile in his eyes. His mother is so generous, and they love each other so much!
On the other side, the curator climbed out of the machine. His skin had become much looser, and he looked ten years older. He had just taken a few breaths when he saw this scene. He couldn't see the ghost child, but the few words Wen Shi said alone reached his ears, and he felt a chill for a moment.
The metal door opened again.
Wen Shi strode out with his head held high. The curator hung his head behind him and called out weakly, "Next."
Wen Shi, who was walking in front, turned around. The curator's thin lips trembled and he raised his hand and swore that he would not make trouble again.
It's okay to act like a demon.
Wen Shi thought in a good mood that the next one to go in would be Xiaohua anyway.
At a normal speed, each person would be inside for no more than five minutes. Xiaohua was inside for six minutes. When she came out and saw Wen Shi looking at her, she said, "I beat that old man up."
A violent attack type of real pumping.
She originally wanted to kill him outright, but because there were other NPCs present, she reluctantly chose to hold back.
Wen Shi was not at all surprised at the director's refusal to repent. He had just suffered a great ordeal in the machine, and was eager to make up for his lost time, but unfortunately, he encountered only tough guys.
"I believe he has learned to be honest now." Wen Shi shrugged.
A minute had passed since Xiaohua left the room when the curator, wrapped in a thick robe, struggled to move out. He apologized weakly to the city lord, "An old illness has come back. The remaining data will probably have to be measured later."
When there was no response for a long time, the curator raised his head and met a pair of lifeless eyes. For a moment, he felt a sense of panic in his heart.
Just when his heart was beating as fast as a bell, the city lord finally nodded.
The curator felt relieved.
The curator did not accompany the city lord downstairs. Standing at the window on the third floor, he saw Wen Shi and Xiao Hua get into the car one after another downstairs, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
When he turned around, he saw a shrine on the ground, and the statue inside was looking at him.
The thing that was clearly in the display cabinet on the first floor suddenly appeared behind him. The curator got goosebumps all over his body. Just as he was about to speak, the black mist rising from the top of the statue floated in front of him.
"I didn't mean to betray you... It was that bodyguard who forced me to tell you! You can kill him to silence him..."
Before he could finish his defense, the plaster in the plastic bucket defied gravity and surged toward the museum. The curator immediately turned and ran toward the stairwell, but the plaster cascaded in front of him, wrapping around every inch of his skin at odd angles before drying and solidifying.
The third-floor lobby was completely deserted, the curator had disappeared, and near the stairwell, there was a sculpture full of artistic sense: the body was leaning forward, the arms were raised, and the posture of escape was lifelike.
"I won't kill him..." The dead curator couldn't hear the devil's last whisper: "Because we are the same kind of people."
The black air was gathered back into the statue, and the entire space became completely quiet.
Wen Shi's car had been on the road for ten minutes when he said meaningfully to the man in black, "The City Lord is in great health. He's going straight to the cinema to watch a movie without having lunch."
The man in black replied coldly: "Do your job well."
It was inconvenient to talk because of the man in black, so Wen Shi and Xiaohua secretly contacted each other via mobile phone to discuss what had happened before.
Xiaohua replied: [I have a question. The curator looked much older when he came out, indicating that the machine drains a significant amount of life each time it runs. If he simply needs to maintain his current state, he shouldn't need so much life. So where did the remaining life go?]
Wen Shi also felt it was strange. He looked through the front window at the car where the city lord was, and his doubts deepened.
Last time I came across a place called Royal Cinema in Sunset Town, and there is also one in the Golden City.
This is where the city lord will watch the movie later. The surroundings are decorated with gold and splendor, and there is no gloomy atmosphere from the outside.
The cinema had seven halls, the last of which was a private theater. You could choose whatever you wanted to watch, and they would replay any previously released film. Wen Shi really wanted to see "The Legend of Mei Jin," but unfortunately he had to accompany her to the premiere.
The city lord arrived nearly an hour early, and the staff hurried out to greet him.
As the leader of the Golden City, the city lord enjoys absolute privileges. Although there has never been a precedent for changing the time of the premiere, the boss has privately begun contacting the crew and the lucky audience members to discuss starting it early.
The premiere was scheduled to be held in the fourth hall, with exaggerated promotional posters hanging at the door.
Wen Shi took a closer look: "Mei Jin 5." The poster showed the hero and heroine gazing affectionately at each other, with the Mei Jin Casino in the background. Wen Shi practically studied the poster with a magnifying glass, finally spotting a miniature shrine amid the bustling casino scene. It was so inconspicuous it could easily be overlooked.
The others didn't pay much attention to him staring at the poster. Mei Jin was the largest casino in the Golden City, and there were countless movies about it. The most famous of them was "Mei Jin", which had several films in a row and all had good box office results.
Thanks to the boss's active contact, the premiere was successfully held ahead of schedule.
Almost immediately after they entered, lucky audience members selected by the cinema arrived one after another, and soon after, the leading cast also arrived.
The city lord sits in the first row, and the bodyguards need to stand on the stairs on both sides to observe people coming and going.
The audience spanned all ages, and Wen Shi didn't spot anyone suspicious among them. The actors also behaved normally. The director stood on the stage, bowing to the city lord in gratitude, unable to conceal the excitement and pride on his face.
Xiaohua whispered, "Pay attention when watching the movie."
Wen Shi nodded. If there was nothing wrong with the person, the pit was probably buried in the big screen.
The main interactions took place after the movie. The director said a few words briefly and took the team to sit in the first and second rows.
All the surrounding lights went out in an instant, and a faint light came on the screen. Wen Shi held his breath and focused his eyes on the screen along with the audience.
The "Zongheng Mei Jin" series is a completely commercial film. There are no big explosive points in the plot. It carries forward the usual spirit of suppressing before promoting something. The genius protagonist was expelled from school because he was framed into a gambling game. The subsequent plot has not yet been played out, but everyone can guess where the story is going.
Forty minutes into the movie, Wen Shi's lazy gaze suddenly focused.
"Please bless A Yao with victory tomorrow..."
The nighttime light in the small room is pitifully dim. The hero has a competition the next day, and his girlfriend, late at night, prays on a mat with her hands folded. A strong wind gusts outside, further dimming the temperature and light inside. The heroine gently rubs her palms together, the color of the shrine in front of her remains vibrant, unaffected by the dim surroundings.
The camera flashed by and Wen Shi saw the statue in the shrine.
Compared to the shrines displayed in study rooms and celebrity halls, the shrines in the movie have unprecedented magic. After watching them, people's brains will uncontrollably trace the outline of the statues back and forth, giving rise to a strong urge to make a wish.
Seeing that he was about to drill into the screen, Guitong helped Wen Shi to bend his head back.
Wen Shi was very touched, if they hadn't wanted to complete a 360-degree rotation with their heads.
He hooked his finger around the rattle, which, like a bamboo stick, had a particularly intimidating effect on the naughty child. The ghost child didn't dare touch it, and withdrew his hand slightly, becoming somewhat quieter.
After Wen Shi regained his composure, he immediately looked at the watch face.
[Rationality: 69100]
The sharp drop in his rationality made him a little confused. Not only did his blood circulation become more difficult, but he almost mistook the interactive props held by the director for a long-haired female ghost.
Xiaohua used her fingers to indicate a two, indicating that her rationality had dropped by twenty. Without the interference of the ghost child, she was less affected than Wen Shi. Seeing Wen Shi swaying slightly, she reminded him, "You should find a way to increase the number of readers."
Wen Shi had already put this matter on the agenda. He now had the illusion that even normal people were seeing ghosts, and could only learn about the changes in the expressions of the audience from Xiaohua.
Xiaohua's goggles remained undisturbed in the darkness. "The audience looked very confused, their eyes unfocused, as if they were possessed by something."
"Where's the city lord?"
"What can you tell with a mask on? But I feel like his breathing rate is off, very perfunctory," Xiaohua expressed her doubts. "During the time when the shrine appeared in the movie, I felt like he wasn't even breathing."
However, everyone's attention was attracted by the camera at that time, and Xiaohua was also distracted, not sure if she saw it wrong.
"If only Ji Yuanzhi were here," she sighed, "we could get more information."
As he said this, he did not forget to criticize Li Nan, who was living a peaceful life in the gambling city.
Wen Shi pondered and said, "There are many jobs in Golden City, but Li Nan chose to work in Meijin Casino. It can't be that simple."
The casino is rich and well-informed, making it a great outlet. However, for Li Nan to achieve first place, stability alone is not enough. The movie currently being shown is also set in the Meijin Casino. Perhaps there are some secrets within this casino that they are unaware of.
The shrine only appeared once throughout the entire movie, and after the screening ended, the lights in the theater came back on.
It took the audience half a minute to come back to their senses and start applauding enthusiastically. The director took the actors back to the stage and gave a detailed introduction to the interesting filming experience.
"It took me three months just to convince the casino owner to let us shoot on location. I almost broke my legs."
The audience below was all laughing.
Wen Shi secretly used his phone to search for information about the owner of the Meijin Casino. Xiaohua had already done so before him: "It's all gossip. They don't even say who the owner is online. It's said his last name is Mei."
"I'll ask Li Nan when I see him in the evening." Li Nan had already replied to his text message, and the two parties agreed to meet after ten o'clock, when the other party got off work.
The city lord has completed his itinerary for the day, and the two of them no longer need to be responsible for the subsequent security work. Thanks to the director of the Hall of Fame, Wen Shi was able to rest an hour early.
After leaving the theater, the man in black shook his head at them and said, "Your work is done."
The implication is that they can no longer ride in this modified car.
The city lord got into the car as usual, surrounded by bodyguards. Wen Shi didn't know if it was an illusion, but when passing by him, the city lord's footsteps seemed to pause for a moment, and a slight chill made him shiver.
The car sped away from the cinema.
Wen Shiyao stared at the car disappearing at the end of the street, lost in thought.
"Pei Wenwei."
Xiaohua called him twice before Wen Shi came back to his senses.
"What are you thinking about? Let's go have lunch first."
He found a restaurant nearby. Wen Shi was halfway through his meal when his smartphone vibrated violently. He took it out and saw that it was a transfer notification.
When the professional certification qualification is successfully obtained, an electronic account will be automatically established. The change in the account balance just now reminded him that there is a remittance of 90 million, which is the remaining reward.
The currency of Golden City is not circulated in the outside world, and there are no restrictions on large transactions. People in the city spend money like water.
Wen Shi raised his eyebrows: "We are now considered billionaires."
Xiaohua pointed in a certain direction and said, "A billionaire is more like a fat sheep."
Wen Shi looked over and saw a new line of information added to his electronic business card on the skyscraper opposite: Successfully protected the city lord once.
The charges for orders involving the city lord will definitely not be low. I'm afraid everyone knows that he is a rich man.
"It's fine for the ordinary people," Xiaohua said calmly as she picked up some hot noodles. "The jealous players will soon lose their temper."
Wen Shi pursed his lips: "Sister Xiaohua."
It was a disguise, but there was no other way. Eating this Yan was the perfect example of a pitiful little ideal. Xiaohua gave him a deep look, her protective instincts rekindled: "...You win."
After getting the definitive answer, Wen Shi turned his head and looked at the ghost child beside him. This time, his tone was filled with resentment: "Children, someone wants to snatch the specimen from you."
The ghost children were particularly united at this time. The black burnt lines on their arms were almost spreading to their chins in anger. They clenched their fists tightly. Whoever dared to snatch their mother would be baked into a specimen first!
"Just follow me quietly." Wen Shi instructed the ghost boy, "Don't get too close to me."
The noodles had been sitting around for a while and were already a bit clumpy. I ate them calmly while they were still warm.
After dinner, Xiaohua asked him to go back alone. Wen Shi smelled the familiar smell of sting enforcement, and cooperated very well to pay the bill and leave.
He walked towards the bus stop and just as he turned into a small alley with few people, several people walking towards him lined up in a row, blocking his way.
"Please make way."
The leader didn't move. "Our boss wants to hire you as a bodyguard. The price is negotiable."
Are you pretending to be an NPC in front of me?
No, it cannot be considered fully equipped. Wen Shi initially judged that there were NPCs and players among the people blocking the road.
Two of them had flickering eyes and even took a step back, obviously sensing the extraordinary yin energy from Wen Shi. The other three were much calmer.
If it was the beginning of the dungeon, Wen Shi might still be in the mood to make some fun, but now his rationality was pitifully low and he just wanted to go back and rest.
Wen Shi snapped his fingers lightly.
The people standing before him were bewildered. In the blink of an eye, grinning ghost children emerged from behind trees, rooftops, and even underground manhole covers. Their hands were now completely charred black, but their faces were barely normal. These ghost children were skilled at hiding, and they were also skilled at killing.
The player believed that he did not underestimate Wen Shi's power, and even wanted to use the NPC to kill him, but the appearance of the ghost child was indeed unexpected.
"Hurry up." A player urged in a low voice.
The NPC being instigated was a former bodyguard. As of tonight, his industry ranking was, unsurprisingly, ranked last. Professions involving physical force, such as bodyguards and assassins, had an unspoken rule: anyone who could kill someone ranked higher in the rankings would also receive a temporary immunity from death.
The NPC pulled out a black gun without warning. Wen Shi opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but the NPC didn't give him a chance to speak and pulled the trigger directly.
At such a close distance, there was no possibility of dodging. The moment the bullet was fired, the NPC, who almost thought he had succeeded, smiled.
Directly opposite him, Wen Shi, who was the target, had a smile on his lips that was even bigger than his.
The bullet encountered an invisible barrier in mid-air. Xiaohua used the [Imprisonment] skill to seal off a piece of space.
The bullets, desperately trying to slip, sparked from the friction with the air. Unconvinced, the NPC fired two more shots, with the same result. All the bullets, after encountering resistance, spun around in vain before finally dropping silently to the ground.
Seeing that something was wrong, the two players prepared to evacuate, but were unfortunately bounced back by the barrier behind them.
Xiaohua seemed to have appeared out of thin air, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Wen Shi was very intriguing: "You really trust me. You're not afraid of being shot."
I thought it was a robbery, but it turned out to be a murder.
However, these players picked a good time. With the preconceived idea of robbing money, the target would subconsciously think that everything could be negotiated. Who would have thought that the NPC would shoot when he came up.
Wen Shi just smiled.
Of course, he would not completely rely on others for his life. The [Shroud] could cover his entire face at any time, and he could just summon the old ghost out.
"They're from the Six Commandments." Xiaohua glanced at them and said, "One has the skill [Tracking], and the other has the skill [Gu Master]."
She looked at one of them with emphasis and said with a smile, "Kill the one on the left."
[Tracking] is just an auxiliary skill. I can reach the top of the leaderboard only by relying on this skill. I can always find a big boss to lead me. [Poison Master] is different. If you really fight for your life, it is easy for both sides to suffer losses.
Wherever Wen Shi pointed, the ghost children would attack, and they would all pounce on the same person immediately.
The player on the left's face changed drastically, and the other player gave up the fight and left without caring about the friendship of the same guild.
Xiaohua strangled three NPCs who were standing there in a daze with a long whip. Her effortless whip-swinging movements made her look like a carnivorous plant.
Wen Shi said in a nice way: "They knew we had acted together before, yet they still dared to come here."
"There must also be an element of deception, such as a powerful leader telling them that the people of the Second Commandment are only trying to establish a good relationship with you in order to kill you."
From the perspective of players' interests, this reason is more convincing.
Every time a player who is being abused by the ghost child uses an item, he or she will be [confined] to a limited distance and area, and will be unable to attack the ghost child.
"Let it go... I can tell you..."
Wen Shi calmly continued, "Tell us, was it the president who hired you? Or did your president also give you similar instructions, so you want to have it both ways."
Even though his eyes were covered by the ghost hand, one could still see that the player's face changed drastically after hearing his analysis.
Xiaohua shook her head: "What a fool blinded by profit."
That fat guy just wanted to test it out. If he succeeded, that would be the best. But if he failed, it would also reveal Erjie's true attitude, whether he preferred to kill or save Pei Wenwei and the others.
I think the president of Wangcai Bank must be very puzzled by the result.
He was too used to looking at everything from the perspective of interests, and could not explain why Erjie chose to be friends with Pei Wenwei.
The water in the body was gradually absorbed by the ghost child, and the player's body suddenly became thinner by one-third: "...Points, transfer..."
The ghost boy blocked the rest of his words in his mouth with his hands, and his tongue was almost melted by the high temperature.
No one is a fool. If you collect points, you must use contract props and make some promises.
Wen Shi glanced around. There must be a lot of people secretly watching today. This is the best opportunity to deter them. It is time to let these people know that points cannot buy lives.
Xiaohua was very satisfied with his uncompromising attitude. Blood and violence can make others more cautious.
He watched the player completely turned into a dried corpse with an expressionless face, and finally a gurgling sound suddenly came from the player's throat.
Xiaohua was a little curious, thinking he had some hidden trick up his sleeve. Wen Shi translated it accurately: "He's cursing me to hell and saying I won't die a good death."
"…"Why are you so experienced?
The assassination took up quite a bit of time, but it was a one-time thing, and on the way back I didn't encounter any more blind people.
In fact, Wen Shi was a little surprised by Erjie's goodwill. After all, it would be more cost-effective to kill him no matter how you look at it.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Xiaohua reminded him, "Not everyone in the Second Commandment is trustworthy, but Ji Yuanzhi doesn't want to kill you. He represents the attitude of the guild's top brass."
In addition to blood ties, many of the bonds between people are acquired. Wen Shi led the entire team in the big factory, which made Ji Yuanzhi owe him a favor. This was an extremely correct choice.
With several hours of free time in the afternoon, Wen Shi returned to the hotel, said hello to A Yu, and prepared to go back to the guest room to rest.
Ayu looked at the group of little kids following behind him with a smile, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"Where did you get these blind little brats?"
She naturally dislikes children, except for Wen Shi.
The ghost children couldn't explain the reason, but this was the second time they felt scared today after seeing the city lord. They immediately lined up and hid behind Wen Shi like a group of chicks, trying to hide their existence through the blind spot in their vision.
Forced to be a hen, she pointed at the bell at her waist, indicating that she would call for her mother when she couldn't bear it anymore.
Ayu hesitated for a few seconds and ultimately did not choose to physically liberate these ghost children.
Wen Shi took the ghost children who pretended to be well-behaved back to the room.
The children's idea was simple: even though their mother had powerful adults around her, if they found an opportunity, they could just run away with the specimens.
Lying on the soft big bed, Wen Shi thought of Li Nan who was still working hard in the casino, and admired his perseverance.
The Yin energy that entered his body made him not want to move at all. He lay in bed all afternoon. Just when he was feeling a little sleepy, he saw the ghost boy eagerly finding a tape measure from somewhere and measuring the length of his arm. It was obvious that he was still thinking about the arm he promised to give him as a gift.
Wen Shi did not break their happy fantasy. Time passed quickly and it was past nine o'clock before he got out of bed.
[Rationality value: 65.]
Wen Shi was even walking very slowly at this moment. He began to consider using body transformation to increase his agility.
Taking the elevator directly to the first floor, the upstairs and downstairs are completely two different worlds. The moment the elevator door opens, a wave of hot heat and sound hits you in the face.
Night is different from day, and there is no place to sit in the casino lounge area.
Wen Shi followed the location sent by Li Nan and made many twists and turns all the way through the noisy place. "Zongheng Mei Jin 5" was still shot conservatively, and the area of the casino was larger than imagined.
There is also a special elevator leading to the underground. The deeper you go, the more terrifying the stakes.
Forced to focus, Wen Shi dragged his tired body and finally found the place
Li Nan is just an ordinary dealer. His staff rest area is very inconspicuous, with a sign at the door: No entry for unauthorized persons.
Wen Shi walked straight in.
The temperature in the room dropped sharply the moment he entered.
The ghost children began to become restless again and wanted to be made into specimens.
Li Nan had just finished get off work and hadn't had time to change his clothes. Seeing this, he asked, "Come to me to exorcise the little ghost?"
Wen Shi waved his hand and got straight to the point: "You work step by step every day, how is the readership?"
Li Nan was very calm about this: "Not much."
Wen Shi paused for a moment and said, "I came here to confirm something with you. Is there more than one way to increase readership?"
At every stage, the game leaves players with a way out. If a monster deliberately leaves the live broadcast room, the player will surely die, so the game must have been balanced when designing the dungeon.
Wen Shi expressed his long-held suspicion: "If I kill the monster, will the number of readers increase?"
When he killed the leopard in the small ancestral hall of the Lin family villa, the number of viewers increased, but Wen Shi was not sure if it was related to this. After all, his audience size was the largest among the same group of players.
Li Nan chose a seat and sat down. The narrow wooden bench could not weaken his aura. He just spoke slowly:
"City of Gold has a high mortality rate, yet it's relegated to a storyline that no one cares about, which suggests it's inherently underwhelming." Li Nan's analysis is always spot-on: "If you push it further, you could complete the game using methods similar to stock trading. The game won't rig this up."
He made connections in the casino during the day, lent money at high interest rates at night, traded stocks in the morning, and at the same time, relied on the high-tech light weapons mechanical drawings in his mind to trade with some underground organizations.
I've made about 70 to 80 million in the past few days.
Now that he has enough capital, as long as he chooses a perfect stock and manipulates it properly, he can leave the copy at the latest the day after tomorrow.
The only problem is the number of readers.
There is always a lot of dirty stuff in the casino, and your rationality level will drop quickly.
Without a compelling story, monsters wouldn't matter. So from the start, Li Nan knew there were other ways to increase readership. He experimented with catching monsters, beating them, and killing them, confirming that the last method would work. Killing monsters would also count towards the game's readership increase.
"The third underground floor is practically a monster paradise," Li Nan said, having already figured out the casino's structure. "If you want to 'stock up,' you have to go in there."
After that, he casually asked, "How many viewers do you need?"
A large portion of the conversation between the two parties was blocked by the game. Wen Shi glanced at the real-time reader count and said, "At least nine thousand."
"…"
Li Nan frowned slightly, but didn't ask why. He just said, "If we kill so many monsters, we will definitely attract the hatred of the owner of the Meijin Casino."
The casino built three underground floors, which must have other purposes. Now that all the monsters have been cleared out in one wave, how can the boss just sit there?
If you want others to help you, you have to use benefits as bait. Wen Shi said sincerely: "It will be beneficial for entering the 3S copy in the future."
The host's survival will help them save their lives.
Li Nan thought for a moment, then quickly took out a new set of work clothes from the cabinet and threw them to Wen Shi, pointing in the direction of the locker room.
If you want to enter the third underground floor, the most convenient way is to disguise yourself as a staff member.
His rationality value dropped another point, and Wen Shi almost couldn't catch his clothes. From vision to mobility, he was now extremely inferior.
"Are there monsters serving as waiters on the third floor?" Wen Shi asked.
Li Nan nodded: "Yes."
The only way to maintain order there is to fight violence with violence.
Wen Shi raised the corner of his mouth, realizing that he could use the body transformation without any scruples.
Li Nan used a talisman to help him keep the ghost boy temporarily. Wen Shi went into the locker room alone. He changed his clothes very quickly and came out again in less than three minutes.
The same clothes, when worn by Li Nan, exude a sense of calmness in every gesture, but when worn by Wen Shi, they have a different quality.
His top button was undone, revealing a hint of his perfect collarbone. His fair skin exuded a cool air, and the small vest perfectly accentuated his waistline. Thanks to his incomplete transformation, Wen Shi had regained his usual agility. His cat-like tail drooped docilely, while his small triangular ears stood erect, alert and alert, as if constantly monitoring the surroundings.
"Let's go." Wen Shi finally straightened his clothes and smiled with narrowed eyes: "Let's go buy some goods."
When the talisman expired, the ghost children forgot their anger and looked at Wen Shi eagerly. Their mother was indeed the most beautiful specimen in the world!
There is only one good mother in the world!
Gently touching the ghost boy's head, Wen Shi's expression was gentle, thinking that soon her mother would teach you two the truth.
First, don't gamble.
Second, a good son is born under the stick, and in their eyes, a male mother is someone who can kill monsters with a sword.