The so-called illusion may be a different kind of reality that we hide in the depths of our hearts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

[............, Luo Hanya, level 16,]

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"Kazi...... ......"There was no usual welcome sentence, only the intermittent sound of electricity constantly sounded.

"Click!" It's like a jammed radio suddenly returning to normal, and suddenly, countless different tones poured into Luo Hanya's ears, delicate are children, crisp are youth, gentle are girls, and coquettish are women...... There are also sharp and crazy, and there are also calm and calm. It's like a group of very different people suddenly hugging into a room, each muttering their own words - "Welcome to the House of Horrors!" ”

Because the death game didn't take too long before, Luo Hanya's heart was very irritable for some reason, and his hot heart seemed to be wrapped in a cold and cold airflow, and the feeling of chaos and irritability filled his brain. Luo Hanya simply entered the solo nightmare script again, wanting to distract himself from the inexplicability through the exciting script.

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A very ordinary road appeared in front of Luo Hanya's eyes, the green hills on both sides of the road were lush, the foot of the mountain was dotted with ponds and farmhouses, and next to him was a stop sign that seemed to have not been repaired for many years, rusty, "crackling" in the breeze, and an old-fashioned passenger car was slowly leaving with black smoke.

The voice of the system then sounded: This is a very ordinary town, quiet and far away, there is no dispute with the world, you used to live in a prosperous city, and you came here to send something to the Misty Inn. Please find the Mist Inn as soon as possible, this village is very unsafe at night......

The synopsis of the script is extremely simple, Luo Hanya moved his limbs, and almost at the same second, he heard the system voice prompt that the main quest had been triggered.

Open the game menu, and the taskbar displays the content of the main quest, which is simpler than the introduction of the script, just five words: Go to the Mist Inn.

Luo Hanya took a deep breath of the air of the nameless town. Surrounded by green mountains, the air here is particularly clean, the fresh and clean air is mixed with the cool sea breeze, and the irritability in Luo Hanya's heart seems to be much lighter, and his spirit is suddenly better.

"What kind of script is this? It can't be haunted. Luo Hanya glanced at the quaint surroundings, which seemed to be the same as more than a hundred years ago.

"Want to send something? What about things? Luo Hanya subconsciously groped behind his back, and sure enough, there was a travel bag, and in addition to a bottle of mineral water and instant noodles, there was only a black box in the bulging bag.

"Black box? Inexplicable things......" Luo Hanya held the box in his hand, looked at this quaint black box with interest, he tapped it lightly a few times, and the black box made a crisp echo.

Luo Hanya inadvertently glanced at the pond in front of him, the clear pond clearly reflected the appearance of him holding the black box, he raised his eyebrows, stared at the wooden box reflected in the water, and smiled easily: "It's really like an urn." ”

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Luo Hanya continued along the path, not far away is an old street paved with bluestone slabs, on both sides are full of old houses with white walls and black tiles, and on the street are ancient teahouses, restaurants, tailor shops, and rice shops. Looking at the surrounding alleys and leisurely people on the streets, Luo Hanya seemed to have suddenly returned to the old streets of the Republic of China more than a hundred years ago, simple and quiet but bustling.

Luo Hanya walked leisurely and entered a teahouse, where a group of old people gathered, chatting with tea bowls. There were also a few young men and women, gathered around and discussed something in a whisper. He picked up a random vacant seat and sat down, and asked the tea-seller for a cup of hot green tea. He took a sip of the tea in his hand, but his ears were listening carefully to the people around him. However, he couldn't understand a word of the dialects spoken by the old people here, so he could only guess the mood of the old people when they chatted from the tone of the old people.

Luo Hanya listened to it for a long time, feeling as if he was listening to the book of heaven, and finally couldn't help but interject: "Everyone, please ask, can I inquire about a place?" ”

The old people could understand Mandarin, and an old gentleman with a childish face said, "Just ask, there's nothing in Youmeng Town that I don't know." ”

This is Mandarin with a strong Zhejiang-Jiangxi accent, which sounds quite difficult to understand, but it is really much stronger than the previous dialects.

Luo Hanya nodded, and muttered silently in his heart, "The Mist Inn in Ghost Dream Town is like a good place for haunting. On the surface, he was still silent, arched his hand, moved forward, and asked softly: "Old man, I don't know if you know a place called the Mist Inn." ”

After a few seconds, the teahouse fell silent. Everyone looked at Luo Hanya with a strange gaze, it felt like they were looking at a mentally ill person, and even the few young people who were chatting enthusiastically stopped chatting and stared at him.

The air seemed to freeze, and Luo Hanya's words just now seemed to have caused some kind of serious consequences.

Luo Hanya narrowed his eyes slightly, pretending to be blank and looking at the people around him, waiting for the person who broke the silence.

It took almost two full minutes before the old gentleman finally spoke: "There is no Mist Inn in Dreamtown. ”

"What? No? Luo Hanya pretended to be shocked, but he kept sneering in his heart.

"There is no Misty Inn." The old gentleman continued to insist.

Luo Hanya no longer paid attention to the old gentleman, he had already noticed the expressions of the people around him, and when they heard the words "Misty Inn", they all showed frightened expressions, indicating that they were afraid of the Misty Inn, and they never wanted to hear anyone mention it, so they would deny the existence of the Misty Inn. If they really had never heard of the Mist Inn, they naturally wouldn't need to look like they were facing a great enemy like they did now.

But why would they do this? There must be something else going on here, but they don't want others to know. Although there were no big-breasted beauties in front of him, Luo Hanya still felt a burst of blood in his veins, he smiled coldly, stared at the old gentleman and said, "Why are you so afraid of this misty inn?" ”

"What did you say?" The old man was a little hairy.

"I'm sorry, old sir. I didn't mean to you off. I'm just curious why you're so taboo about the Mist Inn. But rest assured, I have absolutely no ill intentions, and I have a last resort to go to the Mist Inn. I also hope that everyone will be considerate of each other, make it convenient, and show the kid a clear way to the Misty Inn. All I can say is sorry if I've caused you any trouble. ”

The teahouse was still as silent as death, and people looked at each other, but they didn't say a word. At this moment, even the old street outside the teahouse was crowded on the old street, crowded the window and went inside, all eyes on Luo Hanya. The boundless suppression squeezed over inch by inch, but Luo Hanya was completely unafraid, and looked at the onlookers on the three floors and the outer three layers around him with an indifferent face.

It was the old gentleman who broke the silence: "Let's go, hurry up and leave Dreamtown, and don't ask anything about the Mist Inn." Young man, I'm doing this for your own good, you are still young, and you should cherish your life. ”