The worldview is indeed indescribable.

As stated in the player's integration profile, the unspeakable worldview is keen to tailor the Overworld scenario to a dream. This is evidenced by the black sun that appeared at the end of the third round of the Tournament of Death.

As for the items that are given randomly...... As always, useless.

There is a countdown in the upper right corner of the player's gaze, and the time on it is displayed as [299:33], which means that there is a countdown to the invasion.

Mu Su spread out his palms, and the randomly given prop "I see you" was lying in his hand: a piece of parchment with eyeballs drawn on it, lifelike.

The dead fish eyes and the parchment eyeballs looked at each other, and Mu Su's brows furrowed deeply.

It occurred to him ...... Why didn't I water the status bar before, but now it's too late for the water to start.

Nickname: Mu Su

Title: Nephew of the Ancient Evil God

Attribute Value: HP 103; Sanity 106: Physical fitness 101

Currency holdings: 173 shillings, 27 teeth

Items: Tomie Axe, Magic Conch, Dark Moonlight, a ball of shilling, one more time, grab the ground with your head, three stand-in dolls, three nightmares, a ball of shilling, the body of the shadow of the stealing fire, I see you.

Possession of skills: Melee (normal) level 1; Will (common) Level 1;

"Don't be afraid, everyone!"

As everyone was observing the taskbar, a loud shout broke the dull atmosphere.

The players followed the sound and saw the pair of dead fish eyes, and their hearts chuckled, and then when they saw the nickname above their heads, their strands trembled.

The fifth hidden world view of the main world, the Great Demon King of Musu...... On the same team as them.

Mu Su crossed his hands on his hips, stood up by the fire and shouted: "The ancient evil gods are my second master, and they are all my own people!" ”

The third round of the Tournament of Death was in the minds of the players. There is Mu Su here, it seems to be ......

"Not a ...... of one camp"

A fluttering retort came from the corner.

With all her eyes brushing away, Xiaoxiao Xue Qing shrank her neck, and her voice was even smaller: "Ancient evil gods and unspeakable things...... Not a camp......"

"But didn't I live well in the Tournament of Death?" Mu Su spread his hands and said indifferently. At least he pinched the neck of the King in Yellow, attacked Cthulhu at night, and was even more of a laughing presence with the evil spirits. In the face of a group of miscellaneous fish army, it is really fearless.

The players were speechless, and the title of Mu Su was indeed not generally useful for existence.

Mu Sumo rubbed his chin and began to plan what he was going to do in his heart.

1. Look for the cry for help

2. Set fire to the mountain

3. Play with evil spirits

4. Go to Black Sun and find Cthulhu sauce

With anxiety and fear of Mu Su, the other nine players got up one after another, away from the hot fire. At this moment, a figure swept towards Mu Su with a strong wind!

The flickering flames pointed at the figure, and the players saw that one player knelt down in front of Mu Su, hugging his thighs with tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Please! This is my eighth nightmare dungeon, ahh......h

His grief is beyond words, and many players can empathize with him. Only three out of ten players have titles...... That's a very high percentage.

Mu Su has always eaten soft rather than hard, hummed a few times and silently removed 3 and 4, and was a little embarrassed and twisted: "I'll try to ...... as much as possible."

"Woo...... Suck...... You're a good guy...... Suck. Momu Mumu sniffed and let go of Mu Su, his eyes were slightly red and he thanked him, choked back to his previous position.

He glanced at his friend September Fu Xing covertly, and the latter also looked at him, and the two of them knew it.

The plan succeeded, and the Great Demon King of Musu was temporarily pacified. Then it's September's turn.

"Ahem......"

A light cough attracted his attention, and Jiu Fu Xing stood up and said, "I have some ideas...... Can it be said? ”

He's another player with a title,

No one answered, and no one objected.

So September Fu Xing seized the time and said: "We all know that the reward is linked to the difficulty, and the 3 teeth of the main task are considered normal, right?" ”

A nodding motion.

"The distress cry secondary quest rewards a tooth, which is considered the normal level of the secondary quest. But a lot of fire ......"

September's tone revealed a hint of ominousness. "The reward is only one tooth less than the main quest. According to the law that the more rewards, the more difficult ......"

At this point, he paused deliberately, leaving time for everyone to think.

"At first glance, it seems that we can reduce the difficulty of the main task if we go to complete it, but don't forget that the task itself is difficult, and there is a pre-task. Let's be honest...... Most of us don't have titles, so ...... It's safest to only do the main task. ”

"I'm against it!" Mu Su said in a shocking voice: "What is the difference between being a man and salted fish if you don't have a dream!" ”

Extremely quiet and moving, a black light roared past like a better thing, and fell in front of Mu Su.

"You don't want to be like this, woo woo woo I want to go out, I don't want to have endless nightmares anymore, difficulty and failure again, woo woo woo ......"

Momu Mumu cried again.

"Tsk......"

Mu Su shook his legs impatiently and shook him off, removing 1 and 2.

Cancel the plan and be a departing person...... Temporary.

"So what are we going to do? ...... set up traps? One player asked.

Most of the eyes were focused on Mu Su and September Fuxing, and the other person with the title did not have a strong sense of existence at the beginning of the fall and was ignored.

"Yes, but it's not just a trap in the ordinary sense. You've seen the third round of Tournament of Death, and you need the kind of traps that work against existence. For example, the fire against the Shadow of the Fire Thief—"

"I don't need to use this." Mu Su interrupted him coldly, and the whole person exuded a cold aura.

Looking at it, Mu Su's dark eyes were sharp, and he was holding a pitch-black head like an ink shadow in his hand.

"Okay......"

September Fuxing almost forgot that Mu Su had dealt with an evil spirit with his own hands.

"Put it away!"

At the beginning of the fall, he suddenly screamed, and looked at the dark room outside the door frame.

His title [Dependents' Breath] can sense the direction of dependents within a certain range. Just now, the title is a warning.

Mu Su, who was posing and pretending to be cold, of course would not be obedient, and at the beginning of the fall, he was in a hurry, and his hand reached into the bonfire to grab a burning firewood, and threw it out of the door frame with all his might!

Burning firewood streaked across the arc and smashed into the darkness, sparks bursting into flames.

With the light of the sparks, all players can see...... A fish-man face flashed in the darkness.

It is drawn to the breath.

"Where to run!" Mu Su shouted, put away his head and chased after him.

As soon as the players held their breath, Mu Su had already rushed out of the room, and there was only the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away in the darkness.

"Let's see how many rooms there are first, the time is ......" September Fuxing glanced at the countdown, and less than four minutes had passed. And many more. ”

The players breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, I don't know if it was because of the departure of the fish-man or the departure of Musu...... (https:)

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