Chapter 13 Beauty must go if she has an appointment

Gently moved his steps, and a faint fire appeared in the sight of Xiyuan.

Maid's wronged soul: Level 1, no attack. The maid, who was originally the fifth-level lord Shura Daoer, was killed by loneliness and defeat. Because the maid was struck with soul marks, she could never be reborn. She turned into an unjust soul and cursed Shura for generations.

Poor people can't be free even if they die.

Xi Yuan passed by them, leaving a sigh.

At the end of the stairs, a stone door was open. Xiyuan was about to enter, and a phone call rang from his mind.

Exit the game and look at the time. It's already 6 p.m.

"Xiyuan, how many peak coins do you have? Do you have any good equipment?" Qian Jiu speaks non-standard Mandarin.

"A dozen gold coins, more than 50 blue clothes."

Qian Jiuyi almost jumped up with excitement, "Are you in that novice village now? Are you about to work full-time? Then go to Panlong Town and trade!"

"Are you going to Panlong Town? I can't go out in a special area now. I'll contact you when I go out!" Xiyuan is very helpless. He has a wealth, but he can't exchange it for money.

"Damn, if my equipment store can't open, you will be miserable, so hurry up and work hard! Otherwise, I will curse you all the time. Ha! Ha! Ha!" As a young man, Qian Jiu always speaks so in a fool way.

"Cut! Don't scare me, I'm scared! By the way, there must be a reason why you chose Panlong Town, right?

"It's very simple. Panlong Town is bordered by Zanglong Town in the west, Xiaoyao Mountain in the north, and a sea area in the east. It is close to the Qinglong mainland in the south. It is the best choice for entertainment, leisure, fighting monsters and upgrading. Doyoukwonunderstand?"

"Fit, you are not good at English and pretend to be a panda. Don't think you can pretend to be a foreigner with two dark circles."

"Who said that, myenglishisvery is great! It's just that you don't know how to appreciate it. Qian Jiu's sophistry

"Good! OK, stop it. It's important." Xiyuan is too familiar with Qian Jiu's virtue.

"The location is really good. If I leave the special area, I will come to you, the name of the game?" Xi Yuan asked.

Qian Jiu smiled awkwardly, "Brother Jiu wants to make money!"

"It's still so vulgar. The name of my game is the same as reality. Just add it when we meet."

After chatting with Qian Jiu for a while, he refused Qian Jiu's invitation to dinner, and Xiyuan hung up the phone.

A beautiful figure appeared in Xiyuan's mind, "Oh! I didn't expect to see it only once, and her smile has been deeply buried in her heart."

If life is just like seeing, when will the autumn wind be sadly painted?

Turning out Wan'er's phone, Xiyuan stopped and wanted to call, but thought about it again.

At this moment, the phone rang, and Wan'er's bell rang.

The heart is smart!

"Brother Xiyuan, in order to thank you, I will treat you to dinner tonight! Don't refuse!" A lovely voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes!" Xiyuan agreed with great pleasure.

"Come to Liangchen, there is a good hot pot restaurant below! I'll wait for you there." Wan'er's voice is delicious.

"I'll be there in a while!"

Hanging up the phone, Xiyuan turned over the wardrobe, found the clothes he thought was the most handsome, and put them on.

I have to say that the hot pot restaurant was very popular. The moment I entered, I was almost scared by the crowd inside.

In the corner by the window, Wan'er waved her little hand, and her pink face blushed.

"Wan'er, do you come here often?"

"Yes, the environment here is good and well done! So I come almost every day."

"It's not good for your health to eat hot pot often," Xiyuan was like an elder. He just met and actually cared about it. "Don't come here often in the future."

Wan'er vomited her little tongue and said, "I know, Brother Xiyuan, I'm going to do something. Sit down and don't move. I'll just go."

What does it mean like sitting on acupuncture? Looking at Wan'er constantly taking this and that, her face is still shining. Xiyuan can't sit still.

After a while, "Okay, let's eat!" Wan'er patted her palm happily.

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Good times are always short. With Wan'er, Xiyuan has completely become a listener. Listening to Wan'er keep talking about her interesting things, Xiyuan feels warm.

Wan'er said that she wanted to move there after a week. During this period, she could prepare and clean up.

Blowing the sea breeze, the two came to the place where they met again.

In a quiet night, the waves hit the rocks, taking away the sadness of the two people, leaving only a laughter.

When he returned home, with endless happiness, Xiyuan fell asleep and played the happy time together.

I don't know when that dream appeared again and woke up Xiyuan. At this time, it happened to be dawn outside.

The old man practicing boxing unexpectedly appeared. Seeing Xiyuan nodded, he said hello. According to the old man's guidance, Xiyuan danced his fists and feet again, just to strengthen his body.

After breakfast, I asked Mamicha about the girl and knew that she was doing well, but when she missed herself, Xiyuan not only fell silent.

"When I can give you happiness, I will definitely marry you!" Xiyuan told himself silently.

I boarded the game again and found that I had fallen out of the top ten. It seems that there are many players who are not ready to stay up all night.

Among the top ten players, there are only two players in Xiyuan, one is his good brother Mama Tea, and the other is a sword dance room with special experience.

Going your own way is the king's way.

The area of the five floors is at least half less than the first floor, and the structure is very simple. There is nothing outside a platform more than a meter high in the middle of the square hall.

There are ghosts everywhere in the hall, making a miserable sound, and the mother test is at least 1,000.

Sura maid, Shura bodyguard, Shura male pet, and even a few dog-shaped pets. Fortunately, they did not attack, or it would be another big trouble.

On the platform, a corpse lay there, smelling rotting.

The eight mages with sticks kept saying something.

Shura sacrifice, only the name of the monster can be seen in the Western Yuan Dynasty.

Walking closer, Xiyuan finally heard their plea: Great King Shura, your people begged you to come back safely, and we would like to pay tribute to your great wisdom with our blood

Summon your lost spirits with your own life.

Then eight people raised their canes at the same time to gather energy to brush away the body.

Our blood only exists for you and summons you, our great Highness Shura. Eight people spit blood and sprayed at the body.

The lying body was surrounded by red light. Xiyuan saw that the situation was not good and killed several sacrifices and asked them to summon them to come out. He still had a living head.

Several sacrifices consumed the essence of their lives, but they could not withstand several blows of the Western Yuan, and their souls flew away.

"Little human, the great king of Shura will never let you go."

"Cut, dead, you can't be honest."

picked up the items dropped by eight people and walked to the stone gate leading to the sixth floor.

He didn't find that the Shura behind him had stood up and his wings kept waving.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm alive again. You won't die if you are lonely.

Xi Yuan shivered and thought the summoning failed, but he didn't expect it to succeed.

The mutilated Shura Wang Daoer, Xiyuan can see his name.

"It's you who killed my servant. It's good. I want to absorb your soul and follow me forever. Make you a walking dead at my mercy. Ga! Ga! Ga! Ga!"

This Shura is a double practice of magic and martial arts. Whether you believe it or not, Xiyuan has believed it anyway.

Shura held a skull walking stick in his left hand and a two-foot long axe inlaid with a lot of gold circles in his right hand, and his wings kept swinging and standing in the air.

"Kill," Xiyuan shouted, shook his left hand, and the spider silk shot out, sticking to the top of the wall, and his body killed Shura, bang! Bang! The sound of hitting is not in my ears.

At this moment, Xiyuan is not feeling well. Although this Shura is a broken body, the attack is not as fragile as the body.

After a few rounds, Xiyuan suffered a lot of losses.

I felt that the strength was not in time, and suddenly all the ghosts drifted to Shura.

"Damn things, get out of here, get out of here," Shura moved his staff. From time to time, a gust of wind blew and blew away his grievances.

Unfortunately, there were too many ghosts. One wave was scraped away, and another wave came, and Xiyuan found the fighter.

At this time, when to attack, sandwiched in the ghost, the Western Yuan kept attacking.

The sins suffered in the previous life will be made up by later generations. Shura finally felt that he had no choice but to attack the wronged soul.

Time kept passing, and finally, the broken body turned into a trace of dust and disappeared into the world.

After the death of Shura, the five layers of ghosts finally disappeared, and groups of ghosts turned into dust and integrated into nature.

bosses are all rich people, and Shura is even richer, with 32 silver coins, which can be the income of a good player in the novice village for a day.

The most important thing is finally a purple suit, Shuraha (purple suit) mask: strength +10 spirit +10 intimidation, absorbing damage 5% demand level 18.

Look at the next level, you can almost reach level 17.

Come on!

The door of the six floors was opened, and rows of coffins filled the whole hall.

When the Western Yuan was puzzled, the sound of clicks and clicks sounded, and then a dry arm came out of the coffin.

The horizontal and vertical coffin made a banging sound. The lid of the coffin was also upturned and creaked. The tight lid was finally opened, and the palms of the hands of the coffin were yellow, and even with only some broken meat slowly stretched out.

"I bumped into a ghost." Xiyuan is vigilant.

A little meaty arms are closed one by one in the air, and the rotten blood vessels are accompanied by the trembling of the arms. They are raised and concave for a while. Fortunately, Xiyuan is not a little girl, otherwise he has to faint.

The sound kept ringing on the sixth floor, and the rotten corpse finally pushed away all the coffins and climbed out of it.

Seeing their appearance, Xiyuan almost vomited.

I saw that many rotten corpses held seriously corroded intestines, and even hung wriggling maggots on their intestines, which looked indescribably disgusting.

Bearer, the gastrointestinal tract has been eaten up by maggots, leaving bare ribs.

The eye of detection makes it easy for Western Yuan to find their attributes:

The name that only left the damaged white bones turned out to be the wizard's inquiry funeral, while Xiyuan, who had carrion, saw a funeraler called the martial artist.

Through their names, Xiyuan guessed that this may be after the death of a royal family, innocent people were buried alive as sacrifices.

No matter what he does, what he wants in the end is to get out of this damn place quickly.

I don't know why, I always feel very depressed on the sixth floor.