"Maybe it's when it first starts to rain, and there's still a signal."

The old man was silent for a while, and then slowly replied in a hoarse voice.

Obviously, the answer was completely unobtrusive. Don't even bother to come up with a more convincing excuse.

“……”

Zhou Ke'er wrinkled her nose slightly.

I don't know if he's too sensitive or what's going on, he always feels that the earthy smell in this room is getting heavier and heavier.

A cold and cold mixture mingled with a moist earthy smell lingered, as if something had rotted.

Zhou Keer suddenly changed her mind.

A burst of black gas secretly gathered in his right eye, and a faint "one" quietly emerged.

Oh? There is no evil aura. Zhou Keer's sight was gray, and there were no dark color patches.

Before others observed the abnormality in Zhou Keer's eyes, which increased Zhou Keer's "sense of disobedience", Zhou Keer returned to his original state.

It was a small temptation.

Sure enough, although Zhou Keer did this, if he was not discovered... The sense of disobedience does not increase.

Behaviors that violate the personality must be "observed" to increase the sense of disobedience.

In addition to this, there is a little more...

"Old man, you know what? Don't look at me as an ordinary college graduate on the surface, but in fact... I've been learning about Bu Zhanji since I was a child. For example... In another five or six seconds, there's a chance that there's a small accident in the room—"

The corners of Zhou Ke'er's mouth hooked, and suddenly said nonsense without warning: "For example, the bowl that has not been placed falls off the edge of the table or something..."

As soon as Zhou Ke'er's words fell, an empty bowl placed next to the stove suddenly fell down for no reason and smashed to the ground.

- Of course, Zhou Ke'er quietly ejected a small stream of evil and condensed it, knocking the bowl off.

"Really... It was really predicted! And this kind of thing? ”

Duan Shuiliu's look of surprise at this moment is indeed not fake-why everyone's characters are so ordinary, how can you still dance the prophet? Be careful to get stabbed tonight!

"Oh yes... My predictions have always been accurate. And... I also have a hunch that if we stay here, something bad will happen. It's dangerous here, old man! ”

Zhou Ke'er showed a serious look on her face and continued seriously.

——Once again, in line with Zhou Keer's guess, a sense of disobedience... Still no increase.

That's right, he didn't disobey the character. None of the characters provided by the system showed any difference. It's just that in addition to this, I have added an extra character to myself.

Can the matter of adding drama be counted as a play? Actor's thing... Adding drama is not a violation of harmony!

The old man stooped down, looked at the broken bowl for a while, then stood up tremblingly, went to the side, took up the broom and dustpan, and cleaned up the debris from the ground, but said nothing.

Tsk, this old thing doesn't talk all the time, so it's very uncomfortable. How can you act against each other if you don't speak?

Zhou Ke'er's eyes narrowed, ready to "predict" a wave on the spot, just saying that this old thing would soon suffer a bloody disaster or something, and see if he would still speak at that time.

At this moment, Zhou Keer suddenly discovered that the character information provided to him on the system task interface had actually been changed - adding the setting he had just added to himself.

Good guys, is this supposed to be an add-on or something? After all... If a character is added, it will not grant the corresponding ability. If there is a player who adds something to himself in order to deceive others, it sounds like a very nb character, but because he does not have the corresponding ability, he can't play it in subsequent occasions... The sense of disobedience directly "swished" and skyrocketed.

In the end, he directly laughed and hit GG, which can be said to be lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot.

"The old man... It's a bit presumptuous, but do you have any corpses buried in your home? I used to work at a funeral home for a while and am very familiar with the taste and feel... It tastes even a bit like being in a cemetery..."

The flamingo hid behind Zhou Ke'er, with a frightened and frightened expression on his face, and then said such sensational words very seriously.

Obviously, Zhou Keer knew as soon as she heard that the words "work-study in the funeral home" were flamingos nonsense. It was definitely after seeing Zhou Keer's nonsense for a while, he suddenly realized what Zhou Keer was doing, so he immediately tried it himself.

But... Since what the flamingo said is so conclusive, then at least this feeling should not be a big problem. If it's all nonsense, there's no need to try it at all.

“？？？！”

But the flow of water on the side really doesn't know... Where did Zhou Keer and Flamingo come from with such a rich background, and couldn't help but look at the two of them who started to perform with wide eyes, and began to reflect on whether they had missed their own personality.

As soon as the flamingo's words fell, the old man's movements suddenly stopped, and then he turned his head stiffly and looked directly at the flamingo behind Zhou Ke'er.

"I think we almost have a reason to slip away in this situation."

Zhou Ke'er said seriously, and then saw his sense of disobedience jump up a little.

Well, after all, Zhou Keer deliberately said OOC's words like this.

"Wait... Look! All of a sudden, the surroundings here are starting to change! ”

Duan Shuiliu shouted suddenly, and then hurriedly reached out and patted the clothes on his body, but somehow, there were suddenly pieces of dirt that came from nowhere, and crackled and fell on his clothes that were still soaked.

"It's leaking rain? Not true..."

Zhou Ke'er raised his eyes and glanced up, but found that the original wooden roof began to become faintly transparent, and even began to "shake"?

Zhou Ke'er blinked, and then looked at it again, but saw... There are still some roofs overhead, and there are clearly a few lush trees... Tree? Raindrops sprinkled on the leaves, rustling, and some dripped down through the leaves, sprinkling on the bodies of Zhou Keer and the three of them.

No wonder, when they entered the house just now, they kept feeling that their clothes were wet, and even getting wetter... I just didn't feel any raindrops falling on me for some reason.

Then the flamingo was forced by the pressure of the human design, and helplessly screamed a small way to deal with the matter, and then pointed to the front with a frightened face: "Look... The old man is gone! Where are we? I was still in the house just now, this is clear... It's clearly on the grave! ”

“……”

Zhou Ke'er glanced at the few broken bowls that were originally enshrined in front of the tomb, and one of them somehow fell down from the tomb platform, shattered into several pieces, and was soaked in the soil by the rain.

Obviously, everything they have just experienced is not all fake.

- But this is just a sprinkling of water for Zhou Keer, and he won't lose his san.