"Whatever he wants, since someone reminded him of this, the compass, I'm going to decide." Lan Shuying moved her wrist, and her gray eyes bloomed with an inevitable light.

Xianghuai walking on the street is in a daze.

I don't know what he thought, a faint smile appeared on his lips, as if in remembrance, and then he sighed abruptly and said a few words.

Jin Wu rubbed Lan Shuying: "What did he just say?" ”

"I'm sorry."

"Huh? Why do you apologize to me? Jin Wu was stunned and a little embarrassed, the bone wings were raised, and the bone joints and bald skull made a piercing sound.

Immediately after, he received the other party's distressed and mentally retarded eyes.

“…… Eh, you didn't tell me? ”

Lan Shuying was very patient: "You asked me what he said just now." ”

“……… Oh. ”

Jin Wu was silent for a few seconds and came to his senses again: "Then what is he laughing at!" Are you trying to trick us?! ”

Lan Shuying's eyes were a little helpless, and she stretched out her finger and flicked it on his skull.

The temperament of this divine bone is too jumpy, sometimes the brain is very bright, and sometimes it is very out of state, so naïve that it makes her hands itch, and she just wants to beat it.

"He's an enemy, even if he digs a hole and buries us, it's not surprising, it's wrong with you. Well, let's split up, you go and deal with the mad chef, and Oink's mine. ”

"The mad chef is relatively poor-willed, and if you can force you to ask something, that's the best. I really can't ask, so just crush it, don't let him be reincarnated. ”

After the instructions, Lan Shuying put away the parchment book, she did not transfer to any of the skeleton puppets, but used her real body to set off towards the hotel, which had a higher success rate.

The Golden Crow used the body of a demigod to deal with a puppet, which was really overkill, and the good news was quickly transmitted.

Unfortunately, he searched the soul of the mad chef, but the other party was just a nobody, and he and Oinker had only recently met, so he knew too little about it.

In the words of the Golden Crow, he is like a loyal and obedient dog, biting wherever he wants, but he will never use his scarce brain to think about the motives behind anything.

"He's a cook." There was no disdain in Lan Shuying's calm tone, just expounding the facts.

How much do you expect a butcher who can only cook soup to know?

In fact, in Oink's original world, the mad chef was not as straightforward and savage as he is now. On the contrary, he dared to think and was the first pig-headed man to question exploitation and oppression.

He failed to do what the Paradise Factory demanded and was killed by his companions. His death awakens Oink, prompting the protagonist to fight against the Paradise Factory until the very end.

Wisdom seems to have been drained in the underworld and soup shops, which makes the mad chef seem to be at the mercy of ease.

When his former companion is reunited in Fairytale, Oinker is kind enough to him and won't let him do dangerous tasks, at most to find out the news, post the job and host the interview.

"Dead?" Lan Shuying asked.

Jin Wu grinned and said: "It can't be broken anymore, don't think about reincarnation if you want to be reincarnated again!" ”

Lan Shuying ran over a dead leaf again.

The leaves crumbled crisply into a few yellowed petals behind her.

As she told the Golden Crow, there is no need to hesitate to treat the enemy.

A familiar and unfamiliar young face appeared in front of her, and she suddenly realized that the face that Xianghuai used last time was a mask transformed from a magic prop...... That is, Guo Ziye's appearance.

He looked so young.

Did that guy die young in his last life?

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, saying that the scourge would have been left for thousands of years, and if they both left so early, they really didn't look like the person who came out of the family.

"Hey, hey, don't get distracted, the target is in front of you~" Jin Crow reminded her.

Lan Shuying's gaze stopped at a closed window.

Oinker is inside.

Just the moment she looked over, Oink's whole body in the room suddenly chilled, he was stunned for a moment, this feeling was too familiar to him, in his mercenary career, every time this feeling appeared, it was a matter of life and death!

Dangerous!

The other side is strong.

And this kind of induction that is locked by countless Dawson's cold breath, inside and outside the walls, on the ceiling, they are approaching, and there is undisguised malice everywhere, that is...... Necromantic creatures!

Oinker pulled out his two-handed broadsword, his thick arms bulging his muscles, his big hands tightly joined tightly around the hilt, and the dark blue energy formed a protective shield around his body.

It's not so much a defensive posture as it is about what he cares about protecting.

That thing, just behind his breastplate.

Lan Shuying kicked open the window and jumped in, no greeting, only attack.

"It's you?!"

Oink's eyes widened with hatred, trying his best to capture this ghostly figure, not knowing from which angle it would attack in the next moment.

He remembered the breath from the man who appeared outside the box claiming to be looking for the crappy adventurer.

This is the guy who almost attracted the Mad Lich!

Why was he targeted?

After several rounds of attack, Oinker had already understood, and the other party asked him to carry the bronze compass in his arms.

Scold......

A hint of sarcasm quickly flashed in the depths of his pupils.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were bloodshot like an enraged bull.

Lan Shuying silently opened up the realm that came with the upgrade of the identity card, directly interrupting his rhythm - the expected charge was unsuccessful, because Oink's entire body was trapped in the sticky and cold illusion of death.

Feet sink into rancid mud.

Countless ghost hands were dragging his calves, intent on pulling him to sleep underground.

Despite his efforts to hold on to his mind, he finally relinquished control of his body in an increasingly mournful wail, and his pupils gradually turned the gray of the undead creatures.

In the realm of the dead, for people whose mental power is lower than that of the caster, the effect is extremely domineering - I think you are dead, so you should be a dead man.

Lan Shuying tore open the layer of breastplate, the bronze compass rolled, and she was picked up before it landed.

It's cold and rough to the touch.

It came too easily, and it made her a little suspicious.

She quickly checked the authenticity of the compass and made sure that it was the one she had glimpsed in the image, not a fake, and that the scars were identical.

She still felt that something was wrong.

I don't know what is sealed in the compass, although it is broken, the prohibition is extraordinarily strong, one ring after another, and any place will explode if it is not dealt with properly.

So she didn't dare to demolish it, for fear of destroying the hidden mystery.

Suddenly, she glared at Oink, who was trapped in the realm!

The tower-like strong man had turned into an iron statue at some point, and his hideous expression was vaguely smiling, as if he was laughing at her for taking it lightly.

Actually got out?!

Jin Crow couldn't help but be taken aback.

Not to mention that Lan Shuying focused on cracking the compass, even he, who watched the whole process, didn't notice when Oinkke ran away!

Was just two seconds enough for him to escape from the realm that was all over the floor?

Inadequate.

So......

Where would he be?

Lan Shuying looked down at the floor at her feet, a ghostly light in her eyes floated, and she saw it.