"Friend.. You are .." Tang Mo looked at Zhang Feng who appeared, but he was a little confused.

But I also roughly guessed in my heart that the person with a sword and bow in front of me should be the player who replied to his post just now.

At the same time, he looked at the Tang Dao on Zhang Feng's side and the mythical bow behind him, but he didn't have any curious looks.

Because there is a protection rule in the world.

Basically, when the item is in the player's hand, the rest of the players cannot observe it without the permission of the "item holder". ’

This rule protects all players in disguise.

Otherwise, before the two sides fought, people had already seen through all the equipment of the other person, so what was the matter?

But on the other hand, this rule has also hurt a lot of people.

Because many players rely on their immortal bodies, they like to burn and loot, and then suddenly run into a master wearing a 'good equipment'.

When the fight started, the lord directly turned on the special effects, dressed in yellow, blue, and green, dazzling back and forth.

Eventually, the 'robber player' will find that the robbed characters have been swapped in the next moment.

And Zhang Feng looked at the gray sky while listening to the prompt in his head, but he didn't pay attention to Tang Mo first.

'Current World Level: 1st Order'

Numbering..

'Identity: A merchant trapped in the city of Van City..'

Listen to the prompts.

Zhang Feng learned that even if he went to other worlds, he could generate a suitable identity.

However, the 'status level' currently generated is the same as that in the third-order world, which is also the 'small merchant level'.

This rank should be related to one's own class.

After Zhang Feng guessed this, he thought that his status was not too high, and there was no fluctuation.

Because the most important role of identity is to know some background in the current world.

In layman's terms, it is 'identity memory'.

That's the point.

Now, Zhang Feng looked at the gray sky and roughly recalled.

Trigger memories.

I vaguely remember that half a month ago, this world was suddenly attacked by a biochemical attack.

Roughly like Resident Evil, zombies broke out globally.

And then now it's half a month later.

Memories are short and concise, and that's all.

The rest of the memories are related to the 'characters in the current world', and if you feel that they are useful for the present, you can explore the trigger, or go deep into the current world to understand them.

If you don't think it's useful, you can stop exploring.

That's all the passivity of the executioner's 'identity' talent.

It's not going to be useless to stuff everything, and let your head mess up.

"Player." Zhang Feng turned around and looked at Tang Mo, who was a little scared, and answered the question he asked before.

But at this moment, seriously.

It was the first time I had face-to-face contact with a legendary figure from a past life.

Heart..

Zhang Feng thought about it, as if there was only a brief excitement in his heart for a moment at the beginning, and it was nothing.

It's like seeing easter eggs in games, or movies and TV, and thinking it's novel.

But after reading it, that's it.

"So you're a gamer, too." When Tang Mo heard that Zhang Feng was a player, he felt a lot more relaxed.

At the same time, he remembered what Zhang Feng asked him at the beginning, and pointed directly to the window and said, "The task prompt is to let me go to the East Street Shopping Mall.. But you also see the scene outside... We? ”

"Do you know where East Street is?" Zhang Feng walked back into the house from the window and looked around.

Tang Mo shook his head, "I don't seem to know.."

Zhang Feng ignored him, and instead walked to the east wall, where a map of the city was pasted.

"Follow the location .." Zhang Feng tilted his head to look out the window, there was a park building on the north side, and he could also see the stationary Ferris wheel through the not too tall building in front of him.

Then follow the park marker on the east side of the map.

Memory triggers.

Zhang Feng knew where this was.

According to the location in memory, East Street Mall, four hundred meters away across the street, not far away.

"Come with me."

Zhang Feng turned around and walked towards the door.

"Let's go?" Tang Mo didn't understand what was going on, but when he heard that the mysterious player asked him to follow, he thought about it and followed.

Because he doesn't have a clue now.

But now there is a 'backbone', and it seems to be very planned.

He was affected by Zhang Feng's composure.

Zhang Feng came to the corridor, listened to the footsteps behind him, didn't pay attention to him, but walked to the end of the corridor, pushed open the door at the staircase, and walked downstairs.

"Watch out for zombies.." Tang Mo, who was always following Zhang Feng, reminded him carefully.

Zhang Feng walked down generously, but he was also curious about how Tang Mo's 'weak' personality completed the training task?

Could it be that they have been hiding all the way through?

Zhang Feng walked to the hall on the first floor, looked at the broken glass door of the hotel, the marble floor covered with dust and broken glass shards, and looked at the street where there were no zombies at present.

Suddenly he felt that if he was careful, then the distance of 400 meters was not far or close, and maybe he could really touch it.

It's just that when you get to the mall, whether there will be zombies there, or whether the NPC will shadow him, I don't know.

'Wow' Tang Mo walked to the front desk, but picked up a steel pipe, ready to defend himself.

He still has a bit of a temperament, not as cowardly as he seems, and he has always remembered the post of being stabbed twelve times in a row.

But in the blink of an eye, he didn't know what he saw, and he took a few steps backwards, and the 'buzzing' sound startled a swarm of flies.

Zhang Feng looked at him, and it turned out to be a white bone corpse spread out on the side of the front desk.

There were also dark red blood stains on the bones, clinging to some maggots that were wriggling happily.

"I.." Tang Mo tightened the steel pipe with both hands, his face was a little pale, and his upper and lower lips kept biting, as if he was a little disgusting and uncomfortable.

But his eyes did not obey the call, and he kept looking curiously, thinking that this scene was so real, real and irritating, that he wanted to wave the steel pipe in his hand, break the bones of the corpse, and crush the insects on it.

Zhang Feng saw that he was a little irritable, and raised the steel pipe to step forward, and immediately stepped forward to grab his shoulder and dragged him out of the door.

Including myself now understands.

Tang Mo has a bit of a violent tendency to be mentally extreme.

So in such a state, maybe you can really fight with the slow-moving zombies, and come to your death.

It seems that people who were able to mix up in their previous lives were a little mentally abnormal.

Normal and cautious people probably haven't entered the game yet, or have already quit, and don't joke about their 'souls'.

But Zhang Feng knows that this game really won't divide people's souls.

Because there are so many people who have died dozens or hundreds of times in their previous lives, they are still alive and well, and the more they die, the more fierce they become, and the less they regard life as a thing.

That's what I thought of as well.

Zhang Feng suddenly discovered a big problem!

What if the players were just as scared and worried as they were in their previous lives, and then a year later, most of the players were still first-order?

When the time comes, I have to go to the forum and buy something, but there is nowhere to buy it.

It's all first-order, how can you use a lot of 'big thousand points' to improve yourself?

That's what I'm thinking about.

Zhang Feng had a general idea, and he didn't know if it was right.

It is necessary to call on more people to come in and let them know that this game is not a game of the demon gods, but a matter of chance.

Then, they must find a way to advance, brush up on tasks, and more importantly, explode 'good equipment'.

In this way, you have a greater chance of getting good things, and then increase your strength, and you can be comfortable in the current high-level world, and then get higher good things.

Otherwise, when you wait for your fifth and sixth orders, when the time comes, you will sweep the forum and see the good objects that you like, all of which are first- and second-order legends.

This kind of item that obviously looks like a good thing, a good entry effect, but it is a low-level feeling, which is really disgusting.

It's like playing a certain game and reaching the maximum level of 100.

Once I occasionally visited a stall, I found a level 10 weapon with a bunch of special effects on it that filled the computer screen, but the damage was too low and the defense was too low.

This feeling of being useless with it, and a pity if you don't bring it, is really trying to kill that planner, as if it is deliberately disgusting.

Zhang Feng didn't like this.

I like to raise the level, just mention it together, and the equipment is a high level.

At least when he is at the sixth or seventh order, the forerunner will have the fifth order.

The big army has to be three or four ranks.

In this way, a legendary item similar to a support type is at least useful to yourself and psychologically comfortable.

Maybe you can help players like this, and you can even get nicknames, such as 'Abyss Leader, Forerunner of All Players, and Dark Justice Sanctioner'.

But if you want to help yourself, it's best to do what you should do and do without affecting any interests.

If you delay yourself, you won't be idle enough to respond to yourself.

And the purpose of playing games in my previous life is also very simple, and the most important thing is to be happy.

If you're not happy, you don't have to talk about anything, and you don't have to be angry with that.

Including his own 'strength number plan' also has roots.

It is similar to the online game studio's 'multi-opening' and 'one'.

They just hit a few numbers to make gold, raise a 'strength number', and then use this strength number to make friends with the boss, and then take their krypton gold number, and finally implement the plan of receiving high-level plots during the day and brushing up on one-night dungeon experience at night.

In this way, in addition to making plot money, there is also power-leveling money to earn.

Including the things that are brushed out of the dungeon, they are also owned by the strength number in the workshop.

If there is no accident, from the beginning to the end of a new area, if you are lucky, this raised 'strength number' can be sold for seventy or eighty thousand, which is not the game currency that is usually sold.

But the premise is that the district is open during the summer or winter holidays, and the name is nice and poetic.

Finally, the most important point is to balance the 'in-game generated' game currency with the 'system-recycled' game currency such as point skills, so that the ratio of gold to cash remains stable.

In addition, there is a boss to enter, buy the game currency circulating on the market on a large scale, and then order the skills to do what to make the system recycle, so that the game currency in this game is always in short supply.

Otherwise, if there are more gold studios and there is a surplus of game currency, the economy will collapse and the equipment will depreciate, resulting in the depreciation of the game number, and there will be nothing.

Or strike early before the devaluation.

Of course, 'Big Thousand Points' doesn't count, it has replaced cash and formed a new currency model a year after the game was opened.

And the online games in his previous life did not have the ability to destroy the economy like this.

The most successful example in his memory of his previous life, that is, the original fantasy, Warcraft, and dungeons and several other games that can make money, their fire zone number is only possible to maintain its value, and exchange it for cash.

Similarly, some studios of these games are a computer that opens a few more accounts, and then uses the gold coins produced in the game copy to buy items, repair, and learn skills, and specially raise a strength number.

In this way, if you keep 'investing' and selling game currency, you can avoid being judged by the system to make profits, non-fa money, and then freeze your account.

Counting the fact that the account that took over the boss is also making money and selling game currency, it is even more impossible for the system to be blocked.

But there are also studios that are not people, selling, selling, and stealing and selling the boss's number, making a lot of money, and then changing the district incognito and starting a new model of number raising.

Zhang Feng had a little understanding of this trip in his previous life, and he also understood this kind of 'gang war' that raised one more than one, and even developed a 'support system' of 'serving the war'.

It's just that this time it's not a few numbers, but a blue star, billions.

And each of these numbers has their own thinking, each has their own gang, and their interests conflict.

Zhang Feng thought about it, and could only slowly plan the layout, strive to lay out the benefit network, and finally let the global players support themselves in disguise.

Pondered.

Zhang Feng felt that this plan should be feasible.

To put it simply, it is to increase the level of all their people, so that they can increase the 'production' and 'quality' of their items.

Then buy it yourself with 100% hedging value.

In this way, an ideal industrial chain has been formed for the whole world to help themselves with equipment and goods.

And the player who sits at the top of this industrial chain is the core point of the whole server, himself.

You have to plan slowly.

Zhang Feng thought in his heart, when he walked out of the hotel for two hundred meters, he looked at Tang Mo, who was following carefully, and saw that his spirit had calmed down.

But now he is like a quail, with his arms shrunk and half holding the steel pipe in his hand, and he looks left and right, suspicious, afraid that a zombie will suddenly pop out of a corner.

Including him regretting it now, why did he follow Zhang Feng out?

When he really reached this dangerous place, he suddenly turned his senses.

But the wood is already in the boat.

He didn't think about going back now, he just thought about how to complete this mission, and then quit this damn real game early, and brag about it with his friends by the way.

said that he had been to the end of the world and killed a lot of zombies!

It's also when he's already thinking about it a little bitterly.

As soon as he passed by a nearby store, a rustling sound came from inside the store.

At the same time, a rotting zombie jumped up from behind the model at the display stand and pounced on Tang Mo who was facing it sideways!

There is no glass barrier and can hit the throat.

Suddenly, Tang Mo, who smelled a smell of decay, also reacted, but at this time, what caught his eye was the appearance of zombies full of rotten flesh, and he couldn't avoid it!

'I'm dead..' The thought flashed through his mind, but what he wanted to do a moment ago was to go back and brag...

A flash of knife light flashed.

The zombie's head flies.

The corpse 'clicked' in front of him, and the black blood on his neck filled the ground and infected the dust.

Zhang Feng shook off the dirty blood on the Tang knife, and looked at Tang Mo, who was a little stunned in front of him, "It's all this time, the floating corpses on the street, what are you still thinking?" Let's hear it. ”

"Big brother.." He looked at the Tang knife in Zhang Feng's hand and the corpse under his feet, and was so frightened that his title for Zhang Feng had changed now, "I'm thinking. How are we going to go?"

Zhang Feng put the Tang knife into the sheath, and then walked forward, "It's afternoon, and when there is light, there are not many zombies on the street. But at night, or in some malls. The lights are dim there, and the number of zombies is unknown. ”

Zhang Feng said, while recalling the zombie habits in his memory, he passed by a car that overturned on its side, "When you enter the mall, if you are not careful, you have to try the feeling of being eaten alive." I don't think you should want to experience it, because it doesn't feel as comfortable as lying in bed and playing on your phone. ”

"Thank you, big brother.." Tang Mo took a deep breath, thanked him, swallowed his foam again, and followed Zhang Feng towards the shopping mall in front of him.