The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

"I'm not at ease." Saman's face was black. He didn't know that his subordinates were so stupid before. He even saw his face and thought it was a ghost. Where did the ghost come from? Never heard of it.

"Old, boss?" Daoyue widened her eyes.

Ren Yifei, who had been sitting there, changed his hand to support his face: "It's a pity, I'm not a 'widow' anymore."

"..." Saman raised his hand, "He was talking nonsense, I didn't say that."

After some confusion, Daoyue finally knew that his boss' 'dead' was 'dead', but he had a plug-in called Black Rabbit, and he could pull it back after 'dead' and successfully bind.

At this time, Black Rabbit said that he was going to hit the top ten and had no intention of managing virtual games, so he was going to transfer his shares to Daoyue. Of course, there are preconditions. For example, it cannot be sold or divided, and it can only be completely transferred to the next person, not to the official. It is necessary to ensure that players always have 51% of the equity and management rights in their hands.

"Big brother, do you still need a little brother to run errands? Bring your own food expenses." Daoyue Baba looked at Ren Yifei. If you die, you can still pull it back in another form, my dear, who knows if you're not interested?

The black rabbit looked for their boss, and it really came to help the poor.

Saman put his head in front of the camera: "He has me." The implication is that where it comes from, it goes back, preventing others from falling in love and being kicked by horses.

"Change the screen, let's talk." Ren Yifei yawned, he turned off the communication and stood up, leaving the space for Saman and his subordinates, then lay down on the sofa and decided to look at the reward first.

It doesn't mean anything, just count how many things were black boxed by the Horn of Desolation before.

This dungeon is not difficult, but it is a bit exhausting, so that Ren Yifei is completely lazy, and he doesn't want to move when he sits on the sofa.

"System, report this reward."

"Okay!" The guide elf was very happy, it pulled out the reward list, and the whole unit was shocked, "Huh!"

Hearing this 'hoo' Ren Yifei knew that he must have been swallowed a lot before, but he just said lightly: "Speak."

Points +40, white shells +10000, silver shells +10, gold shells +5, no treasure chest. This is the basic reward, it has been the case several times before, but it is nothing special.

Especially the ones that appear below.

SR Ghost Card: Trainee Priest (48%).

Item skill upgrade card: A to S.

Item Ghost Card Special Equipment Card: Improve the strength of your ghost card.

Item Guardian Spirit: Three life-threatening danger reminders are available.

Props Cthulhu Summoning Coupon: Summon the Cthulhu once, attack indiscriminately for three minutes.

When he saw these props, Ren Yifei's expression began to freeze, and then he saw the skill reward:

Skill: Precognition of Dreams

Skill activation: passive skill. Entering the dream on the first day of the dungeon, you will get an important reminder about the main storyline.

Restrictions: Can only be obtained in sleep.

Rating: A. (First mover advantage, understand?)

Skill: Priest

Skill activation: Select a player to sacrifice, and then increase the attack power by 30%.

Restriction: Applicable to fantasy, monster, and fear dungeons.

Rating: B (Are you willing to die for me? Not kidding you.)

Skill: Split

Skill activation: Sacrifice part of the memory and split a protector from his body. He will have wisdom, power and charm beyond the body, and can replace the body to decrypt and break through.

Restrictions: Applies to any copy.

Evaluation: S (Have you heard of the old man with you?)

Four props and three skills, most of which are highly rated, guide the elves to burst into tears with excitement: "Host, you've got it, you've finally got it!"

"I've always been very European." Ren Yifei retorted, and determined that he had found evidence - this time the reward is the evidence.

The official of the dog day, how much did it swallow him in private? Ren Yifei wanted to blow it up.

Saman and Daoyue here also came over after talking. He saw that this reward was in line with the Grand Slam player, and compared with the previous miserable reward, what else was unclear?

"Start to promote virtual games with official copies today," Saman said. The official did not want to expand the virtual game, so he made a fuss about the official holdings, so that more people could come and play.

"The title must be written - the official recommendation of the Horn of Desolation." Ren Yifei sneered, letting it shoot himself in the foot.

On the night of that day, as expected, the virtual game was put on the "Desolate Horn Officially Recommended, Genuine Authorization, Full Experience".

This virtual game, which has not yet been fully accepted, has become popular.

A white shell can experience the game once, and after the experience, he can come out to communicate and learn from each other's strengths. Where can such a good thing be found?

As for Ren Yifei, he went to Dianjin Studio to receive the video of "Prisoner Bird", and told the boss Ajin, who has been working with him the longest, to make a video replacement.

"Are you... set up your own studio?"

"Not really, I might leave Desolate Corner."

"Ah?" Boss Ajin was incomprehensible. She never knew there was an option to leave the Horn of Desolation alive.

Ren Yifei didn't talk to her much, and being able to remind her is already a good friendship. His social circle is narrow, and he only needs to talk to Boss Akin after two or three months.

This is not bad, he is too lazy to inform and explain one by one.

"Ding."

There is a new short message from the group I pulled before, which is a private message. Shanchuan sent him the customs clearance record that he entered the top ten at that time.

He is a meticulous person, and the same is true of writing records. He records everything in detail. A full 100,000 words will take a day to read, and it will take longer to write.

Ren Yifei waited for a while, waiting for the following. But he just sent this document, and didn't say a word of other extra words.

"Do you have any wishes?" Ren Yifei asked Shanchuan.

"No." There was a reply.

Ren Yifei was silent for a while, he didn't understand why Shanchuan sent him this, and said he had nothing to ask for.

"It's just that I appreciate you very much, so I don't have to be burdened." Shanchuan returned.

That's right, but he...

"Ding." A new private message came, "You have a new document waiting to be received."

"Little Rabbit, how did Saman survive?" Wen Li sent her customs clearance record back then and a question.

"Threatening the Horn of Desolation." Ren Yifei told the truth.

The other end was silent for a while, and Wen Li asked, "The evil spirit that appeared at that time...is it related to you?"

"it's me."

Wen Li sent a smile and goodbye: "Goodbye."

To be honest I don't believe it.

Ren Yifei was about to close the window when the last message came: "Go early and return early."

Turning off the communication number, Ren Yifei leaned on the back of the sofa and didn't move, the stove in the room kept the room warm.

After a while he opened his eyes, took a fairy tale book from the bookshelf next to the sofa, opened it, and by coincidence, there was a chubby field mouse in front of the stove toasting bread and making pumpkin soup.

Ren Yifei turned his head to look at the open kitchen. From his point of view, he could see Saman standing busy at the cooking table.

Wearing a plaid apron, weighing salt and sugar with a jewelry scale, measuring cooking wine and soy sauce with a beaker, cutting pork belly with a ruler, and like the fat voles in the illustration, bowing his head to taste carefully.

Saman is cooking a famous northeastern dish - stewed vermicelli with pork.

Saman only told Daoyue that he was 'alive', and he was not allowed to spread the word, so at this moment, his subordinates fell out, and his side was quiet.

Saman felt that he could start learning how to cook. As the saying goes, if you want to tie the hearts of foodies, you must first master the stomachs of foodies. He agreed.

In the steamer on the other side, the shrimp dumplings are exuding delicious taste. The translucent dough is wrapped with pink shrimp and light-colored bamboo shoots, and there is a thin slice of carrot underneath.

Sniffing the aroma of the food, Ren Yifei felt a little hungry. He grabbed a handful of nuts from the coffee table, mixed with a lot of dried cranberries.

Eating nuts dry was a little dry. After thinking about it, he bought a bowl of thick yogurt, poured in honey, put these nuts and dried cranberries in, and ate them with a spoon.

If he doesn't feel full after eating this way, he can also take the chocolate chip cookies on the side.

"Huh?" He didn't touch the biscuit plate, but a piece of trousers. Ren Yifei turned his eyes from the book to the outside, and saw a helpless Saman holding a spoon.

"You shouldn't eat too many snacks before meals." Samant, like a dignified parent, took most of his biscuits and left three.

Ren Yifei:  …

Since Saman found out that he can eat snacks every time, and prepares digestion tablets every day, he has lost the freedom of snacks.

Impulsive, still impulsive. This is where a dependent is signed, it is clearly an ancestor.

Shrinking on the sofa, Ren Yifei, who took out a bag of grilled fish with his backhand, covered his face with a book, moved his cheeks, and looked at the kitchen.

The aroma of the mutton soup has drifted over, and the improved version of the mini roasted naan in the oven seems to be almost ready, the hot aroma washed away the inconspicuous smell of grilled fish in his hands.

He would rather go to the Northwest to eat the most authentic roasted naan with mutton soup.

They have been pondering the food road map since they came out of 'Dark Blue'. They want to eat from the south to the north, from the middle to the west, and eat all the way.

Some foods have to be eaten locally to have that flavor.

Both he and Saman died suddenly after being selected by the Horn of Desolation. When they died, they were in their twenties. After deducting the time they spent busy with their studies and careers, there was not much personal time left at all. At that time, both of them were workaholics, and they didn't eat too much, and they didn't see much special food.

"It's a waste of time to think about it."

I don't know how long it took, Ren Yifei looked at Saman's back and felt that it was time to eat a small grilled fish, and the dish was ready.

"Eat." Saman turned his head and smiled, his pale face was covered with a warm yellow light, like a cake just baked in the cupboard, and it looked delicious.

There was still a little oil star on the cuff, but in addition to his appetite, Ren Yifei suddenly had another strange possessiveness: this person should belong to him from the heart to the body.

He licked the corner of his mouth: "Stay tonight?"

"Bangdang." The spoon hit the ground.