I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

【return! 】

【Welcome back to "The Land of the Dead". 】

[In the 'Ruined Battlefield', you killed 1120 undead in total, including 'Terrain Kill', 'Double Kill', 'Three Kill', 'Four Kill', 'Five Kill', 'Big Kill' and so on Wait for the battlefield honor a total of 542 times, kill the 'extra large egg' once, and get a total of 8160 points. Currently total: 9485 points. 】

[Remaining resurrection coins: 88. 】

[Current floor: 40th floor. 】

[The performance evaluation level of this task: SS. 】

[Get extra evaluation: People who drill through loopholes in the rules are so-so. 】

【Focus: 52.2%】

[There are still 24 hours until the next mandatory mission. 】

[Please increase the number of layers as much as possible. 】

【We are all very much looking forward to your next performance. 】

…

Yi Rin believes that his rich experience is the best among the undead, and it is difficult for anyone to compare with him. No matter what happens, he can keep his face calm and calm. But at this moment, he couldn't help frowning when he saw the change in "attention", and said dumbly:

"Increased by 20% in one battle?"

This seems a bit outrageous.

Although the attention has increased with the performance of the undead in the mission, but it has increased so much in one breath. If there is no weirdness in it, he does not believe it.

Irin remembered that dream.

Vaguely, he seemed to have grasped a certain key.

But there was too much information missing, and Yiren felt that something was missing.

Even though Irin didn't value the so-called "performance evaluation", he gradually understood the thoughts of the gods.

"Never mind."

Yi Rin's eyes flashed, and after the green flame disappeared, he stretched his hand into the black beam of light.

During the activity of thoughts, the green flames in the beam of light re-condensed to form a line of words.

…

[Whether 50 points are consumed to enter the 'town of the dead'? 】

…

He is now a "big money" with nearly 10,000 points, a mere 50 points, not even a fraction.

Don't hesitate, come in!

A sense of weightlessness invaded, and the jet-black beam of light suddenly spread out into an endless black screen, drowning Yi Rin's figure.

A secluded passage appeared in the darkness, he walked in, suddenly enlightened.

Black and gray are also the main colors in the town of the dead, which are exactly the same as the painting style of the border of the dead.

A block of square low houses, patchwork.

Strangely, the house has no doors and windows, and is more like a block cut out of an unknown material.

The surfaces of the gray-black blocks were rippling, and "shadow people" walked out of the blocks.

Irin looked down at her body, which seemed out of tune with the residents of the deceased town.

But "they" didn't seem to notice Yilin's existence at all, and the sparse "shadow people" walked their own way, treating Yilin as transparent.

Are they residents of the town of the dead?

Irin deliberately stood still in front of one of the "shadow people".

The next moment, something horrific happened.

The shadow man went straight from Irin's body to his back.

"…"

It is indeed a town of the dead.

It's hell.

Irin quickly accepted this setting.

The painting style of the town of the dead is similar to the border of the dead. But compared to the border of the dead, this place is so much more comfortable, Yi Rin felt like she was breathing fresh air, and her walking pace gradually became unrecognizable.

The deceased town is not large, and Yilin also saw other undead here.

However, in order to hide their identity, every undead chose to wear a "dead mask" and hurriedly passed by.

There is no benefit or reason to fight here, so even if you encounter other undead, everyone is still in peace. This is like an alternative "safety zone" for the undead to communicate, talk, or warm each other.

Yi Rin came to a huge cuboid building. The building also had no doors and windows. There was an illusory sign next to the building.

Walking a few steps closer, the translated font appeared next to the text: [Scent of the Dead].

"?"

Weird name.

Yi Rin stepped forward and put her palm on the wall curiously.

There was a lubricating and cold touch on the palm, and the next second, Yi Rin was teleported to another place.

Green, purple, dark blue, gray, and various dark-toned spotlights are intertwined into a strange light curtain, swaying back and forth in the space, flickering. A bar appeared in front of Irin's eyes. The stools beside the bar were carved from pale bones.

A bartender with dark purple skin and a little bow suit stood quietly behind the bar.

It has no face.

What should be the face, but only a piece of smooth purple skin, not even the outline it should have.

When Yi Rin stepped into the [Scent of the Dead], the bartender's purple face was cracked, and the skin around the eyes was cracked, revealing the color of black gems, which was obviously its "eyes", and the spotlights of various colors were there. In the pure black eyeballs, there is a different kind of brilliance.

"Welcome to the fragrance of the dead."

There was no mouth on the bartender's face, but a strange tone sounded in Yi Rin's ears.

"here is?"

Irin sat calmly on the bone stool.

Not long after he sat up, the skeleton stool shook for a while.

"Kakkaka."

A harsh sound came from under the buttocks, and bone claws grew out of the stool, supporting the extra part of Yilin's buttocks firmly.

Awesome, this stool actually automatically adjusts the seat size according to the customer's "butt bump", which is more advanced than the massage chair equipped with artificial intelligence, which is also a novel experience for Yi Rin.

"Dead man, what would you like to drink?"

The bartender affectionately calls Irin "the dead".

Irin asked to see the menu.

Seeing this, Yi Rin's expression turned pale.

It's full of names I've never heard of before.

What "Hell Masala", "Edo Sigwa", "Tragic Death Mando", "Otherside Corpse Oil", "Scarlet Grape"...

call.

Follow the customs in the countryside, follow the customs in the countryside, and follow the customs in the countryside.

Irin meditated three times in her heart to comfort herself.

"Have a **** masala."

The name sounds pretty normal.

"Clap clap."

The bartender applauded, and a glass of "wine" appeared in front of Yi Rin.

The shape of the wine glass is a mini-skull head, cut in a circle from the horizontal line of the ear. The wine glass contained half a glass of blood-like transparent liquid, but the color was much lighter than blood, a bit like diluted red wine.

Irene narrowed her eyes and took a closer look. At first he thought that what floated on the surface of the wine was the physical phenomenon of water vapor condensing into fog in the air. But it turns out that he shouldn't use any scientific principles to explain everything in hell...because there are "human faces" in those steams.

Just this cup of "Hell Marsala" cost Yiren 50 points.

Irin shook the bone wine glass gently.

"Excuse me, where is this place?"

The purple-skinned bartender stood there, expressionless, and the lights in the bar suddenly dimmed: "Dead man, please pay attention to your words."

This answer is a bit abrupt.

But Yi Rin scrutinized for a few seconds, UU read www. uukanshu. com tasted good.

It means that this is a place to sell wine, not to ask questions.

Or...haven't given enough?

"Well...then who are you?"

The bartender replied: "The waiter of the fragrance of the dead, Wu Lulu."

"Your name... seriously?"

"Of course, dead man."

Yi Rin's eyes flickered a few times, and after a moment of silence, Yi Rin took the wine list again.

"I ordered all the wines in this row..."

The gap on Wu Lulu's face narrowed: "Dead man, Wu Lulu is very happy to do business with you, but please Wu Lulu bluntly, you can't..."

"No no no," Yi Rin smiled and shook his head, he continued to shake his bone wine glass, his movements elegant and comfortable: "What I want to say is that the row I ordered just now is my treat."

"Inviting guests?" Wu Lulu tilted her head, as if trying to understand the meaning of "inviting guests".

"you."

"Interesting dead."

Wu Lulu clapped her hands, and a glass of green "wine" like shea juice appeared in front of Wu Lulu.

Yi Rin glanced at the cup, her pupils shrunk slightly... In the green water in Wu Lulu's cup, a **** finger floated.

He drank it all.

The expressions of humans and monsters can't be generalized, but Irin observed each other, and the sides of the eye slits were bent down... Should it be delicious? very enjoyable? very happy?

"Then now, respect, noble, handsome, and admirable Lord Wululu," Yi Rin said in a tongue-in-cheek interpreter: "May I be a little bit 'inattentive' in my words now? ?"

while talking,

Irin pinched the index finger and thumb of her right hand and rubbed it twice, using this method to indicate what "a little bit" is.

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