The half-dried corpse lying on the stretcher, the two thighs alone were longer than a person, and the iron-blue hair, skin, and muscles were all dried and withered, shrinking and clinging to the leg bones.

The bone structure of the dried corpse is somewhat similar to the bone structure of the human body.

But the iliac bone of the dried corpse is larger, the pubic and ischium are more prominent, and the femur of the upper half of the thigh is extremely long, strong, and curved outward.

The patella of the knee is larger, the gap between the tibia and fibula of the lower leg is larger, and the first metatarsal (i.e., the big toe) is more separated from the second metatarsal.

With just a quick glance, Leon roughly wrote down the skeletal structure of half of the zombie, and compared it with the bones of various modern creatures and even ancient creatures in the brain database.

Not a known creature.

Li Ang shook his head imperceptibly, for fear of being noticed, he didn't dare to take another look, lowered his head, took Wang Congshan's hand, and hid in the ranks of tourists who were evacuating.

Are the people in the system disguised as firefighters, and the bald donkeys, the officials dealing with the paranormal?

I don't know what they are carrying the corpses for....

On the square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, a "firefighter" glanced at the muscular monk who was in a daze, frowned and asked, "Master Huiyu, is there something wrong?" ”

The muscular monk with a charming face came back to his senses, smiled gently, and said, "It's okay, it's just a little distracted." ”

The firefighter nodded, "Without further ado, I would like to ask Master Huiyu to give me a hand." ”

"Hmm."

The monk waved his hand to signal everyone to retreat, and the firefighters hurriedly closed the gate of the square in front of the court, and at the same time took out the walkie-talkie to notify the outside to completely block the entire Jing'an Temple.

When the clearing was completed, Hui Yu stood in front of the dry corpse, holding his breath and concentrating, the upper and lower tendons on his body were beating as if they were alive, and the gray monk's robe was stretched to burst.

"Frightened!"

Hui Yu drank in a deep voice, the blue tendons on his face were bulging, the blood in his arms was swelling, he clenched his teeth, and reached out to hug the half-dried corpse lying on the ground.

The floor tiles under the cloth shoes are like spider webs, cracked and broken, Hui Yu is like lifting a thousand heavy objects, slowly lifting half of the dry corpse, moving his steps, and walking to the center of the square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, in front of the newly completed Fu Hui Bao Ding.

Fuhui Baoding is made of white copper, weighing more than 15 tons, up to 10.23 meters, standing on the pedestal of Baoding carved from a whole piece of 10,000-year-old bluestone, solemn and sacred, magnificent and exquisite.

Hui Yu held the dried corpse, followed the edge of Fu Hui Baoding's body, and slowly sent it into Baoding.

The dry corpse and the white copper wall collided with each other, making a dull and long loud sound of "bang",

A terrible scream came from the Ding furnace, and puffs of turbid and thick black smoke escaped from the decorative holes on Bao Ding's body.

The more than 10-ton Baoding has been as stable as Mount Tai, but after receiving the dried corpse, it gradually trembled, swinging back and forth on the bluestone Baoding pedestal, almost overturning.

The surrounding "firefighters" and monks looked at Baoding, their faces nervous, for fear that an accident would happen.

After a long time, Baoding calmed down, the terrible screaming gradually dissipated, and no more black smoke came out.

The monk jumped onto the bluestone pedestal in three or two steps, peeked inside Baoding, and after seeing a cloud of black slag, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, his muscles shrank and turned back to ordinary people, and he turned his head to the "fireman" and said: "The evil has been refined by Baoding. ”

The "firefighter" took a long breath, picked up the walkie-talkie and said to his colleagues outside: "The task is complete, lift the blockade, remember to notify the network supervision department, investigate regularly, and delete the content on the Internet related to today's Jing'an Temple." ”

"Roger." The other end of the walkie-talkie said: "By the way, the Chinese Heterogeneous Society has just sent an analysis report, and they believe that this dried corpse that was thrown to the surface from the depths of Qianhua Road is a demon beast that has been extinct as early as the Song Dynasty. ”

"Its name, Mandrill."

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Today's plan to go to Jing'an Temple to inquire about Buddhist ritual artifacts was not successful, but it was not a loss to meet the staff of the suspected official organization.

After Li Ang and Wang Congshan separated, he returned to his living room and continued to collect urban weird stories, make small productions, and live an ordinary daily life.

According to the system instructions, the minimum time interval between two missions (whether regular, mandatory, or scripted) in the killing game is 15 days, unless the player actively triggers the task to shorten the time interval.

The longest time interval between two missions is 20 days.

In other words, after completing a task, even if the player hides at home without doing anything, the system will definitely force the task to be dispatched after 20 days.

It has been more than 15 days since the mission in Yinshan Village, and the system may send tasks at any time, in order to avoid accidents, Li Ang directly applied for 5 days of sick leave from the school, and hid at home to concentrate on waiting for the task to arrive.

Just as he was polishing the AK47 steel drum he had just made with a machine tool, the system beep sounded in his ears again.

[Task Type: Script Quest (Team)]

[Mission Name: Lonely Mountain Han Temple]

[Objective: Survive for 7 days in the Lonely Cold Temple]

[Mission time limit: 7 days]

[Reward 1: 200 extra XP]

[Reward 2: 400 points of in-game currency]

【Reward 3: Random Item of Rare Quality*1】

【Reward 4: Rare Quality Random Scroll*1】

[There are still 5 minutes left before teleportation, whether to teleport immediately]

Hiss –

Li Ang couldn't help but gasp, this mission is the same script task as Hidden Mountain Village, but the reward for this mission is too rich, right?

A rare quality item, a rare quality scroll, experience points and game currency, all things combined, more than double the reward of the mission in Hidden Mountain Village.

If the task reward is equal to the difficulty of the task, then what is more terrifying than the black zombie to face this time?

Li Ang felt bitter in his heart, if he was now in Black Africa, Mexico or other extralegal places, I am afraid that he would have obtained all kinds of military-grade heavy weapons through illegal means, so why would he need to compete with assault rifles like now.

What's more, this time the script mission is still carried out in the form of a team, and so far apart from the muscular monk of the Pure Temple, he has not seen any other transcendent with special abilities.

Who will he meet on this mission?

An individual player lurking like him? An official with a background in the state apparatus? Extraordinaries who belong to foreign armed forces? Or is it a modern monk who has inherited the legacy of ancient players?

One question after another came to his mind, Li Ang's face was as calm as water, he methodically packed up all the equipment in the living room, and stood in the center of the living room when the five-minute countdown was about to end, waiting for the teleportation.