Lie Down and Win In Horror Games

    After being teleported back to space, Yan Zhengyan lay on the bed with salted fish, listening to the little yellow chicken flapping its wings in mid-air reporting the world settlement.

    The heavy golden bell was standing at the foot of the bed, still in the state of the ancient well without waves, and it looked unremarkable.

    The world exploration degree is neither high nor low, but because it is an advanced world, the settlement points are rich. Yan Zhengyan looked at the balance of 2.3 million and ate lunch with satisfaction.

      Finally, when Yan Zhengyan was about to take a nap to maintain his spirits, he couldn't help stammering and asked, "Master, you, don't you hand in the causal product you just got?"

    Yan Zhengyan refused, telling nonsense with his eyes open: "Where is the causal product? I didn't take it properly before I came back, and I lost it."

    The little yellow chicken stretched its neck to look at the "sixty pounds", and looked at the sincere expression of the owner, and was a little anxious.

    With a slightly lower IQ, it doesn't think that the second master is more powerful than the previous one, so he just wants to persuade the master to hand over the causal product of the main system's overt competition.

    After all, it is manufactured by the main system in batches, and I know the unspoken rules: causal products only belong to the main system. A world of absolutely impossible tasks!

    Because all systems are made according to the rules, even the main system cannot be violated.

    If the binding person fails to complete the task, the main system can obliterate the person according to the rules and receive the causal product.

    The "Witch's Fairy Tale" where the previous owner was thrown away is just such a world. Although the owner was lucky enough to come back, it was also cleared by the main system for excuses, and then entered the world of advanced punishment.

    The little yellow chicken thought he had a third master.

    Although the owner is very happy to come back, he is also more worried that the owner will not be able to last.

    Fortunately, the next world is the original "Campus Story" of the intermediate world, the risk is normal, and it still has time to persuade the master.

    Yan Zhengyan naturally didn't know about the series of psychological activities of the little yellow chicken, but he just found it interesting to look at its sometimes confused and sometimes worried eyes.

    So Yan Zhengyan slept like this until the next morning, and spent a day slowly polishing the volume of the huge causal product, and successfully obtained a mirror clock, as thin as a cloud , not stained with dust.

    However, the little yellow chicken was chatting all morning to persuade Yan Zhengyan to hand in, and finally got annoyed so badly that Yan Zhengyan closed the little yellow chicken's communication function again.

    She can also feel that the little yellow chicken is a sincere proposal, but she can't understand and is unwilling to listen to it, after all, the golden bell is definitely better than the props sold in the system mall.

    It's a pity that refining items can't be used for two purposes, so Yan Zhengyan can only continue refining the pure yin fountain pen.

    When a person who is exhausted rests in a safe room, he always thinks that time flies. Yan Zhengyan, who was addicted to refining, was about to set off to the new world before he could relax.

    Before teleporting, Yan Zhengyan bought some props that might be used, such as the "form a temporary team" tool that he had seen before, and set off with a mirror clock.

    Intermediate Campus World, nine days, no rules, but need to find missing classmates as a student.

    Yan Zhengyan sat on the small table by the window, his eyes turned to the light blue sky outside the window, and he complained in his heart: I am not a professional policeman/detective, in a place where all unscientific power fails, How to find someone!

    As soon as she woke up, she found herself outside the classroom. The head teacher Li Zhuang was leading her and a girl to open the door. Then Li Zhuang briefly explained a few words to the girl and asked the transfer students to find a space for themselves. Sit down.

    After the girl had chosen the seat, Yan Zhengyan went to the window, pulled a stool at will and sat down. Then she activated spiritual power, yin qi, and tracing props one after another, and found that spiritual power could only protect her whole body, while yin qi and tracing props all failed.

    At this time, the classroom on the farthest floor of the second floor is taking a Chinese writing class. The male teacher on the podium is reciting the beautiful text passionately, and the students in uniform under the stage are groggy. fell asleep.

    It's warm spring, a perfect time to doze off.

    After a full morning of class, Yan Zhengyan also collected some basic information through a series of normal methods such as rummaging through textbooks and eavesdropping on gossip.

    This is the No. 29 Municipal Middle School, far away from the urban area, with a full boarding system and strict school management.

    The classroom she is in is the first grade (8) class with thirty students in total. But this morning, there were four empty desks in the classroom, and I heard that another person dropped out.

    Zhang Ya, the boy who secretly gossips during class, sits in the front row of Yan Zhengyan. He is a classmate who can't stand the hardship! He's been tired for a semester, and he still can't adapt to apply for dropping out. I think it's easy to study."

    "Mmmm, you're right." Zhang Ya's deskmate responded coldly and kept writing and scratching.

    Zhang Ya saw that he didn't get the praise he wanted, so he lowered his head to write in silence.

    Seeing this, Yan Zhengyan only sighed that the style of study is strong, youthful, youthful.

    When she was at the door of the classroom, she knew from the head teacher that she still had no sense of existence. The first reaction was that she did not have to go to class all day long.

    At the same time, the technology in this world is relatively low, and patrols, gatekeeping, and various scoring mainly rely on manpower, not machines.

    So, Yan Zhengyan ushered in the long-lost, unrestrained, and short-lived nine-day freedom.

    During lunch time, Yan Zhengyan went against the flow of people and walked to the pavilion in the small peach forest of the school, there was no one around. While drinking the nutritional supplement, she took out the team props and confirmed the use without hesitation.

    This school is not big or small, but it is unrealistic to rely on her to find classmates alone. What if she searched one by one and checked half of the places, but the missing classmate was transferred again?

    There are more people and more power, no matter if this "more" is forced or not.

    The item lights up, marking the brown map with only rough lines, with thirteen white light dots flashing on it, which means that all the taskers have been successfully forced to form a team.

    Although the map is sketchy, this road has a unique benefit - it builds a spiritual passage. It is especially suitable for emergency communication, otherwise who can type and chat when they are nervous?

    "...Who is so rich? Ahem, wrong, who's the captain?" Zhou Xiaoguan's unique second-guessing sound resounded in Yan Zhengyan's mind.