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"Okay, Lao Mo, don't run, it's useless to just run like this!"

Huang Quan grabbed Mo Shaojun.

The four of them, sitting in a circle, began to think of a way.

"By the way, little bell, what do you mean by the ghost hitting the wall? Tell us about it! ”

Just now I heard the little bell mention such a tall term, Huang Quan was very puzzled, so he asked.

With this question, the little bell came to the spirit, crossed his waist with one hand, pointed to the sky with the other, and told a fantasy story.

"Legend has it, wolves, wolves and dogs, it was a windy and dark night, a scholar who entered Beijing to take the exam, due to internal urgency, booed unscrupulously on a grave, this boo, bad thing, this scholar, actually met a ghost hit the wall, no matter what, he can't get out of this tomb, whether it is to the east or south, whether it is running or racing, in the end he will return to the place where he just booed, almost didn't scare this scholar crazy!"

Yes?

Really?

Everyone was stunned by this little bell.

It doesn't matter if it's real or not.

Huang Quan shouted: "To the point, how did this scholar get out, don't tell me there is no ending!" ”

It's annoying.

The little bell hasn't been sold out yet, and he roared at him, and his interest was gone.

Poof!

The little bell sat on the ground, pouting angrily, and looked at Huang Quan dissatisfied.

Sweat!

Huang Quan wiped a cold sweat and hurriedly said to forgiveness: "Queen of the Bell, Lord Bell, you have a lot, don't be like the small one, the little one wants to know the end of the story, tell us quickly!" ”

While speaking, Huang Quan kicked Mo Shaojun, who was looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and kicked the Supreme Treasure who was snickering next to him.

As a result, the two were also pulled into the strong men and joined the begging team together.

It's a relief.

The little bell glared at Huang Quan demonstratively, stood up, and continued to tell the story.

"Later, the life of this book should not be extinguished, and I met an old monk who traveled here, and the old monk told the scholar, you go to the grave that you just shh

"Then, this scholar went to the grave and kowtowed to make amends, and sure enough, the ghost hit the wall and was gone, okay, that's it!"

Kowtow?

Make amends?

Burst!

Huang Quan spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

", this story is also Tynyima, right?"

"Is it possible, sir, how many times do I want to kowtow to this stone?"

"Or do you want to kowtow to the group of skeletons that were destroyed by the master just now?"

"I rub it, I can't afford to lose this person!"

Although this is a game, however, the game also has to be principled, in order to do a task, the dignified old men kneel and beg for mercy, and they have to be shameless.

"Well, this is a good story with five stories and four beauties, everyone applauds, applauds......"

Four people, sitting around the stones, continued to be in a daze.

Stone.

Stone.

Could it be that the problem is on this stone?

Huang Quan was ruthless, took out a dagger, and began to dig the earth, trying to dig out this stone.

That's fooling around.

This map, refreshed every few minutes, just dug out the stone here, turned around, refreshed, and returned to its original appearance again, useless.

After venting, Huang Quan panted and lay on the ground like a dog, completely defeated by this hateful system.

"Boss, don't bother, this won't work!"

"Otherwise, let's try something else!"

"I'm not leaving, I'm tired, I'm going to sit here quietly and be a beautiful woman!"

Not leaving?

No way!

Struggled to come up, Huang Quan stood up suddenly, go, go!

Wrong!

Wait a minute!

Turning his head, Huang Quan smiled: "Lao Mo, I have to trouble you, run again, just choose a direction!" ”

I didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in the Huangquan gourd, but Mo Shaojun honestly carried out the order.

There is no way, Huang Quan's eyes, like a wolf, are already on the verge of outburst, so it's better to make less trouble.

Gotta ......

Mo Shaojun, who mixed a yellow horse, has become a spy for the team.

A few minutes later.

"Old Mo, stop!"

A message was sent out with the help of the clan chat system.

Thankfully, there is a team.

Huang Quan couldn't help but secretly take chances.

If it weren't for the formation of a team, if it weren't for the team having all kinds of privileges, this map wouldn't be able to be mixed, I had already tried it just now, and the friend information system also had a distance limit in it, and it couldn't be used at all a few hundred meters away.

With a stop, Mo Shaojun stopped.

Now.

Mo Shaojun stood at the edge of the map again.

Huang Quan thought for a while and gave an order: "Old Mo, take a few steps forward and take a look!" ”

Advance!

Moment.

Mo Shaojun disappeared from the 11 o'clock position on the map and appeared at the 5 o'clock position.

This is it!

The so-called ghost hits the wall, and that edge, this is it.

"Lao Mo, check if there are any strange objects around?"

When Huang Quan said this, everyone reacted.

Oh, yes.

Since there is no way to crack the origin here, why not find a way to find a way at the location of the jump, perhaps, the key point of this map is not at the origin point, but at the location of the jump.

Present.

Mo Shaojun was on the edge and looked for it.

But.

No, there is nothing around.

Not.

No, to be precise, the area around here is not much different from other places, it is all rancid and muddy ground, all of them are like mass graves with broken bones, and there is no special place.

"Lao Huang, I didn't find it!"

Mo Shaojun's reply made everyone fall into disappointment again.

"Look for it again, expand the range, just look near this edge, I don't believe it, there must be a solution!"

Huang Quan's bull temper came up, and he gave an order to run a dead horse.

You can really run a dead horse.

It's not.

Mo Shaojun pulled the reins, controlled the yellow horse, and began to circle around the edge, looking aimlessly.

And so.

On everyone's map, Mo Shaojun is like an archmage who has mastered the teleportation skill, at 11 o'clock for a while, and 5 o'clock for a while, flashing non-stop.

Flashing and flashing, the unexpected appeared.

Suddenly.

Really suddenly.

On the map, the green dot representing Mo Shaojun suddenly disappeared.

Gone?

"Ahh......h

"Boss, it's broken, Brother Mo is blamed for seconds!"

He's dead?

Mo Shaojun, who was riding a yellow horse and walking like lightning, was blamed for seconds without saying a word?

Huang Quan would not believe this.

But.

What about the green dots?

Where did it go?

"Lao Mo, I'm still here, reply, hurry up!"

No sound.

In the team chat channel, there was no reply at all.

Really dead?

Huang Quan, dumbfounded.