"The people of the "Biography of Mu Susu" come out to welcome your king!"

Back at the game, Mu Su opened his arms and announced his return.

The bleak sea breeze blew, and only Mao Jiu, who was holding his chin, was holding his chin and "guarding the corpse", barely welcomed Mu Su.

Except for them, all players gathered at the other end of the town because of new discoveries.

The follow-up to Paradise Valley?

Mu Su and Mao Jiu, who had a painful face, approached everyone gathering in the distance. They were like unbloomed chrysanthemums, silently lowering their heads to surround Qianye in the center.

"Let me be healthy too."

Going closer, Mu Su stood on tiptoe, but the dense walls of humans blocked all peeping.

Mu Su patted the elastic shoulder of the sticky phlegm muscles.

"We didn't see anything because..." The sticky phlegm muscles turned slowly, revealing the hollowed-out face, and the tail of the tongue trembled deep in his throat, "My face is gone..."

The others around him were raising their heads slowly at this moment, revealing one terrifying empty face after another.

"Uh...my face, my face hurts so much..."

Bang.

As he wailed, his palm slapped Mu Su's shoulder, and the bandage fell off Mao Jiu's face behind him, revealing the same horrible hollowness.

"Mu Su, your face is here..."

Mu Su looked in the sound subconsciously. Qian Ye, who was skinless and faceless, raised the stone urn that she held in her palm, and the layers of skin were stacked. At the top was his face. Then, a torn pain came.

...

"What's going on!?"

Mu Su sat up in shock on the beach.

Bored Mao Jiu, who was sitting next to him with his chin, raised his eyes: "What's going on?"

"I dreamed of uh...foresee uh...foresee uh..." Mu Su would bow his head and ponder every time he stuck.

"Illusion?" Mao Jiu asked tentatively.

"Yes, I've seen that your faces are gone!" Mu Su looked into the distance, and the same position as the hallucination, and the same people gathered with the hallucination, just like unbloomed chrysanthemums, and silently surrounded Thousands of Silently.

night.

For some reason, Mao Jiu felt offended and insulted: "Maybe you have low sanitary syndrome."

Mu Su glanced at the upper left corner, and his rational value was about one-tenth missing.

"My second uncle is an ancient evil god. How dare they touch me?" Mu Su shouted at Mao Jiu's back as he approached everyone.

"Then how do you count by being killed by the Deep Seaman?"

"That was an accident!"

Mu Su, who was subconsciously quibbling, was stunned and looked around the empty surroundings.

Who is speaking……

Mu Suda shivered and shouted to everyone while catching up with Mao Jiu: "Don't look at everyone! You'll lose your face after looking at it!"

The scene where everyone gathered was like Mu Su's fantasy, staying still. Mu Su, who was passing through the ruins, grabbed a wooden board, surpassed Mao Jiu, and swung it towards the elastic back of the sticky phlegm muscles!

"don't want"

Bang

Mao Jiu screamed, and the wind was blocked by a thick arm that was the same width as the wooden board. Tian touched and grabbed the wooden board and looked down at the attacker Mu Su: "What are you doing?"

"Hey, your face..."

When the players turned around, Mu Su suddenly reached out and pulled the sticky phlegm-sticky muscles to his side with elasticity, and touched Tian who held the wooden board with cold eyebrows: "What do you want to do when you hold the board and want to be elastic to our pitiful sticky muscles!"

"You can actually say my name..." The sticky phlegm muscles were elastic and leaned on Mu Su's arms in a panic.

"So what's going on?"

"I just woke up and saw Tian Touching and trying to make a fuss about the sticky phlegm muscles, so I rushed up to stop the plot that destroyed him!"

Mu Su seized the initiative, but it was useless. They believed more about what Tian Te said.

"I just heard Mao Jiu's shouting, heard the wind, and habitually raised my hand to block it, and then saw Mu Su holding the wooden board to attack the elastic..."

He looked at Mu Su with a strange look.

The sticky phlegm and muscles were elastic and stared at Mu Su in a daze: "Is it true..."

"Mu Su has low-sanitary syndrome... It hurts so much, I thought we would be hollowed out after seeing the stone slab." Mao Jiu broke away from the wound on his face and dyed a red bandage.

"This is exactly what I want to say." Mu Su looked upright.

The dispute is terminated, it is all a misunderstanding and no one is missing.

Mao Jiu's face was the only victim in the incident.

Tian touched and threw away the wooden board, and boredly pulled out the wooden thorns that pierced into his palm like a ball of hair from his clothes.

At this time, a palm suddenly slapped Mu Su on the shoulder from behind.

Mu Su's black eyes suddenly became sharp, and he grabbed his palm and twisted his body over his shoulder and fell.

Bang

The sharp eyes turned into dead fish eyes again, and then he saw clearly the person lying on the ground. Mu Su was so scared that his fingers stuffed into his mouth.

"If there is no satisfactory explanation, I will be angry with you." Qianye lay in the sand nest that was smashed and said calmly.

"Because I have low sanitary syndrome."

"...you're passing."

Qianye sat up and raised his gravel hair: "Look, hear, ask and tell, give Mu Su a look, maybe he can remember something."

Because of that "internal test friend".

Wangwenwenwenwenjiejiejiejie handed Musu the newly found missing corner of the stone slab to Musu: "We found it from a pile of wooden boards. Should it be placed in the house at that time..."

"It's still in the house."

Mu Su, who had just finished writing Mu Susu's biography, knew what to fill in later, and then shook the stone slab: "Can I read it out?"

"casual."

Looking, hearing, asking and touching means it doesn’t matter, the stone slabs are only engraved with ordinary long poems and messages.

Mu Su raised the stone slab, cleared his throat, and whispered slowly: "God above the gray fog, your devout servant is not yours."

Wang Wenwen and Qujie quickly took away the stone slab and covered Mu Su's mouth: "What are you chanting!?"

Mu Su broke free from his shackles: "The words on the stone slab."

Looking and hearing, asking questions and making doubts swept across the stone slab to confirm, and said to Qianye who was approaching: "The content has not changed, but what Mu Su thought of was like a summoning ceremony."

"I have low sanitary syndrome." Mu Su blinked innocent eyes.

“…then I just read it and not read it.”

"walk slowly."

Mu Su said this because there is only one word in Xing, but there are two words in Shu.

And the explanation also includes many words.

For example, the previous sentence.

And this sentence.

The stone slab returned to Mu Su's hand, looking at the Chinese Mu Su's words and looking back at Mu Su's re-reading of the content on the stone slab.

[The sun shines on it, everything is thrilling for life, and evil spirits are strange and dare not step in because there is eternal light there]

It is still a long poem in the format of Paradise Valley, but it is not this one that makes players not far away eager to try, but the ugly engraved message in the spare part of the stone slab.

[Mia, I can't hold on anymore. The secret room between No. 23 and No. 24 of the refuge cave, the thing I left for you is there, the key you know what loves you]

The name behind was dug up for no reason.

At the same time, a prompt appears in Mu Su's taskbar.

[Twenty years of waiting: There is an unknown secret room hidden between No. 23 and No. 24 of the refuge cave. Someone left something there a thousand years ago, but it was still dusty and not opened yet. Perhaps time has lost its effect there.]
Chapter completed!