In the midst of the slag of bones on the ground, Eric is trying to find the key parts of his armor.

"It's all messed up here, do you still need to find it?" Pan Long asked suspiciously.

Eric didn't answer, just continued his search.

"He's like that, once you decide what you want to do, you have to do it, otherwise you won't be able to eat and sleep well all day. Jerold explained, "What's this called?"

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder. Turk said.

"Yes, obsessive-compulsive disorder!" said Jerold, clapping his palms and happily.

Pan Long sighed.

In the game, all NPC adventurers have certain positive or negative personalities, and OCD is a negative personality that tends to do things that are meaningless or even harmful because he feels that he should do them.

For example, when passing by a special location where there may be treasure, players often feel that "there is no good thing, and there may be risks, just leave it there", but NPC adventurers with obsessive-compulsive disorder will often go out of their way to open it, and often end up being tricked by it.

Of course, OCD doesn't have to be "open when you see a treasure", it can be something else. For example, "if you see the alchemy table of evil research, you will destroy it" or "if you see the trap, you will remove it", and there are many similar situations.

Pan Long thought that Gerod, who was open-minded about money, was suspected of obsessive-compulsive disorder, but it turned out that Gerod was just a normal love for money, but Eric, who seemed to have a good personality, had this kind of serious problem.

(This is really a person who knows the face but doesn't know the heart...... ）

After sighing, he looked at Sister Kadra again.

Eric has a personality problem, but what about Cadera?

Cardera noticed his gaze and nodded with a smile.

Although she looks a little ugly, in good conscience, she is indeed a qualified nun, and there is nothing to be faulty about in terms of the use of spells or the character of a person.

If I had to find a flaw for her, it would be that she was too religious—she would kneel down and pray whenever she came across a holy object.

Pan Long didn't think it was much of a problem, anyway, except for the golden stone tablet, she didn't pray for a long time at other times.

As for the doctor, Türk, his only problem seems to be that he is reticent.

That's not a problem, is it?

After a while, Eric found all the key parts of the armor and received them in the leather bag, which Dingle already had.

"If you have more, you may not be able to put it down. Jerold reminded him.

"It's okay, I have other bags. Eric said nonchalantly.

He really had other bags, and more than one.

By the time he camped that night, he had filled three leather bags with key parts.

When he was camping, he took out the three bags and looked at them, and smiled happily.

"Are these things valuable?" Pan Long couldn't help but ask.

Eric nodded: "It's worth a lot, but that's not the point. The point is that when I see these things, I can think of the battles I went through and the contributions I have made to society. ”

These words are so lofty that Pan Long didn't know how to answer, so he could only echo two sentences, and then lie down and sleep.

As agreed in advance, the vigil during the camp was to be rotated by Eric, Kadera, and Panron. As a Scout, Gerald needs to be well rested, and he can't keep a vigil, and Skilled Turck also needs to be well-rested and can't keep vigil.

When discussing the vigil, Pan Long was surprised - he had thought that Kadra, who was the caster, would not need a vigil, but it turned out to be the opposite.

"Nuns don't need a lot of energy to cast spells. "Our strength comes from faith in God, and nothing else matters. ”

Pan Long actually didn't sleep peacefully, both Eric and Kadra were a little too weak for him. Let these two people keep vigil, he can't be completely reassured.

So he subconsciously didn't sleep very soundly, and always kept quite vigilant.

A few hours later, his vigilance helped.

It was probably in the middle of Kadera's vigil that there was a very slight sound of footsteps outside the old house where the camp was held.

The footsteps were so soft, so light that they were barely audible—at least not at all. Gerald might have been able to hear if he was awake, but he was asleep.

But even when Pan Long was sleeping, he heard the footsteps, and he heard them clearly.

In other words, what he heard was not footsteps, but a subtle murderous aura.

These murderous auras are very weak, so weak that ordinary adventurers may not feel them. But a martial artist like Pan Long is the most sensitive to murderous aura, and no matter how subtle these murderous aura is, he can clearly feel it.

On the contrary, so many subtle murderous aura made him feel like a group of people shouting killing around him, which was simply deafening.

How could he still be asleep in such a situation?

So he sat up helplessly, told Kadra that he was going to the neighborhood to make it easier, and went out.

It was pitch black outside the door, and I couldn't see anything,

But Pan Long has night vision, and he can see things even in a really dark environment. Not to mention that there was still light here, and through the broken doors, the light of the campfire was revealed.

This light is enough for Pan Long.

He saw dozens of large rats lurking in the night, peeking into the place. About a dozen meters behind these big rats, in a half-collapsed house, there was a man with a rickety figure who was on crutches, looking coldly.

The rats were larger than the average rabbit, with white rodent sides and sharp fangs that looked intimidating.

And the man was old and ugly, with a pointed nose, a slender beard, and a long tail dragging behind him, looking like a big rat wearing a human head mask, indescribably hideous and terrifying.

Pan Long smiled.

He knows this guy, isn't this the first boss of the "Underground Ruins", the necromancer's apprentice.

Well, that's right, although this guy looks like a big rat and directs a large group of rats, he really isn't a rat keeper, or at least more than just a rat keeper.

Pan Long didn't remember what this guy's background was, he only remembered that this guy was not only able to command poisonous mutant rats, but also could cast necromancy spells after the players killed all the rats, turning them into nezumi skeleton soldiers.

Skeleton soldiers that look like humanoid rats are faster than normal skeleton soldiers. Although their attack damage has been reduced somewhat, their attacks are poisonous.

If you accidentally get poisoned during the battle, it will be very troublesome to detoxify it - the toxin can only be truly removed if you return to the ground and recuperate in the hospital for a week. Until then, even the use of antidotes or herbs will only temporarily alleviate the toxicity, and it will not be long before the toxicity will return.

When he first played the game, Pan Long, like many inexperienced players, killed the boss, but because of poisoning, he collapsed and died of poison when he was about to get out of the maze.

By the way, it was the first time he died playing the game.

Looking at the little boss who was eyeing this side, Pan Long showed a somewhat malicious smile.

"The grievance that was killed by you at the beginning, let me repay it in another world!"