Pounding ......

It's not loud, like a drum, but if you listen closely, you can tell it's a normal heartbeat.

Of course, Wang Zun would not be naïve to think that there was a person hidden in the black clay pot, and when the light on his head shone on the black clay pot, it was obvious that the sound of his heartbeat accelerated, and the sound increased a few points.

That's when it happened!

The little spirit in the backpack trembled, shrunk into a ball, and shivered.

Wang Zun took a deep breath, is the black clay pot so fierce?

What level is it exactly?

Xiao Ling is cowardly, but she will not be cowardly for no reason, as long as the other party is really too strong, she will tremble.

Obviously, the strength of the things in the black clay pot is above that of the red-clothed ghost.

Is it a blessing or a curse to find it yourself?

Grit your teeth and stomp your feet, no matter what, if it's a curse, you have to turn it into a blessing.

Xiao Ling's trembling was very violent, like a battery, Wang Zun's mouth was dry, and he was also heartbroken, what if the other party was an extremely cruel thing?

No matter how much, stabilize the other party first, even if the other party is a tiger, let him become a little milk cat!

"Finally found you, my family!"

There must be a ghost hidden in the black clay pot, and this is not a dead thing.

Wang Zun opened his mouth to be a family member, and first leave a good impression on the other party, the first impression is a very, very important thing.

The heartbeat of the black clay pot stopped abruptly, and the change of the can's face also stopped, and Wang Zun's enthusiasm seemed to scare the people.

"It's so hard to find you, my family, I think about you all the time, I want to find you, let us live a chic life together as a companion, ride a horse and gallop to share the prosperity of the world!"

Wang Zun smiled and tried to make himself more approachable and friendly.

The heartbeat of the black clay pot disappeared suddenly, just like an ordinary clay pot, but the slightly invisible face on the can told Wang Zun that this was not a simple thing.

"Family, what's wrong with you, aren't you so happy?"

"We hate to see each other late, and we are all trying to find each other, but we only meet now, and it is also a creation to make people, now that we meet, we will never be separated, okay?"

Black crockpot: "......"

Big brother, we don't know each other, don't recognize relatives as soon as you come up, okay?

"Family, let's go home, let's go!"

didn't give the black crockpot a chance to react, Wang Zun picked up the black crockpot and left.

The black crockpot itself was stunned.

What are you doing!

Oh my God, this thing is crazy, isn't it?

Xiaoling: ಠ_ಠ

Big head: ಥ_ಥ

Wang Zun: (˶ ̅᷄⁻̫ ̅᷅˵)

Picking up the black clay pot, Wang Zun ran down the mountain, and at the same time, the system's prompt sounded too.

Two prompts, one indicates that the special task has been completed, and the other indicates that the new task has been successfully generated.

Wang Zun didn't have time to check, and came to the foot of Heiling Mountain, smiling, so unhappy.

The ghosts on Heiling Mountain were all dumbfounded and dumbfounded when they saw Wang Zun running away with the black clay pot.

This black crockpot is not a treasure, there is no need to be so sneaky.

The old man also stammered, unable to speak, and froze in place, with a frightened face.

Really hug it down, my goodness!

This young man is so violent!

Are you really that happy?

Let's not talk about whether there is a big evil thing hidden in it, it is an ordinary clay pot, and it is not a good thing inside!

Why are you so happy?

"Young man......" The old man wanted to say something, but the words came to his lips and he swallowed them back.

Because he really didn't know what to say, he was completely dumbfounded, and he realized that no matter how much he said, it was nonsense.

"Old man, go to bed early, don't stay up late, it's not good for your skin, I'll go first!"

Wang Zun waved his hand without looking back, and left here directly, his heart was also hairy, the black clay pot in his arms was very cold, there was no temperature at all, and his scalp was very numb when he held it.

Wang Zun felt that he was also crazy, and this thing was also in his arms, what was it if he wasn't crazy?

However, he still has something to rely on, first, the things in the black crockpot can't come out, and second, the master of the thriller game has explained that he has completed the task.

Therefore, the black crockpot should not pose any threat to itself, at least, until he opens the jar and bowl.

As for whether the black crockpot can become his own family, it depends on the situation.

Call the No. 444 bus, go all the way to the dust, and return to Phoenix Mountain.

Along the way, there was no special reaction from the black clay pot, just the sound of a heartbeat was permeating.

Xiao Ling kept trembling, not daring to come out of the backpack, and the family members in the shadow were also frightened and stayed away.

Are you so afraid?

Not long at all!

Back to Villa 104, I first went to look at the basement and everything was normal.

Go up to the second floor, turn on the light, and carefully observe the face on the can, as if smiling or not laughing, crying or not crying, neither male nor female, and I don't know what the owner of this face looks like.

Wang Zun now felt that he was really impulsive, and actually brought the black clay jar back, thinking about it, he was a little afraid, in case the things in it were something vicious, didn't he catch a mouse into the rice jar?

put the black clay pot on the table, took Xiao Ling out, and couldn't help but curse.

Xiao Ling shrunk into a hairball, trembling, and refused to let go of his body no matter how he made it.

As for it?

Is it so scary?

"Big head!"

Even screamed several times, but the big head didn't give a little reaction, don't think about it, the big head must be more cowardly and more scared than Xiao Ling.

Put Xiao Ling next to the black clay pot, Wang Zun went in and took a bath, and when he came out, Xiao Ling had already let the black clay pot press under him, unable to move, and screamed aggrieved.

"You can't fight!"

Wang Zun went up and rescued Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling was wronged to the extreme, lying on his shoulder and crying, pitiful.

Wang Zun frowned and opened the taskbar, which showed two tasks, one completed and one successfully generated.

Open a completed task.

[Special Mission Completed!] 】

[Reward Black Crockpot!] 】

[Black crockpot: A mysterious existence, there are unimaginable things hidden in it, it cannot be opened until it is absolutely necessary, and it will consume three years of the host's lifespan if it has to be opened! 】

Looking at the above introduction, Wang Zun's face was extremely black, with a black line, and even a little hideous.

Consume three years of life to open once?

My mother!

Is it bad to just say that you want his life?

Why beat around the bush?

Wang Zun didn't know how much life he had left, of course, the more the better.

"Open it once, consume three years of life...... Tsk, open the black crockpot at the cost of life, and the contents must be amazing! ”

"If you open a black crockpot once after three years of life, how long can the things that come out last long? One minute? Or three minutes? ”

There is no such explanation in the introduction, and Wang Zun does not dare to speculate, he only knows that he really can't open the black clay pot unless he has to, and the ghost knows how much life he has left?

"Xiao Hei, you can't be naughty, you can't fight, we are all family, we should get along in harmony and love each other, you know?"

Wang Zun put the black clay pot on the table, thought about it, let's take it out of the room, put it in the room, I always feel a little weird, after all, the things in it are the most unpleasant and dusty!

"You have to touch it with love, make friends with it, make friends, make friends, everyone is a family, you can't look at people with different eyes, you know?"

"Don't sell the old according to the old, don't have different intentions, people are newcomers, you must love others, everyone is family, friends, and partners!"

Wang Zun mainly warned Xiao Ling and Datou, and spoke seriously, after all, the two ghosts are children, and their minds are not very mature.

Big-headed spirit: ⁄(⁄⁄ ⁄ω⁄⁄ ⁄)⁄

Now it's people bullying them, okay?

They also want to make friends and hearts with others, but they don't want to!

The two ghosts rolled their eyes, their faces unwilling.

Regardless of them, Wang Zun returned to the bed, took a deep breath, opened the task block, hesitated for a while, and clicked to open a new task.

[New quest generated successfully!] 】

【Boss Mission!】 】

[Mission requirements: Enter the beautiful plastic surgery hospital at 0:00 in the morning and survive until dawn!] 】

[Reminder: My face takes away my goodness!] 】

[Special reminder for the mission: This mission is a special mission, the difficulty is extremely high, the enemy is stronger, and the mission process is extremely dangerous, it is recommended that the host do not keep too much and do his best!] 】

[Special Suggestion for Mission: The host can give up the task without any punishment, but the system will judge that the host will give up the task because he is as timid as a mouse, and the Thriller Game Master system will have great contempt for the host, and the host will get the title of [Coward]!] 】

[Accept! 】

【Give up!】 】

……

Wang Zun's face is black, he is not angry, he gives up, why give up the title of a coward?

How can a person with a lot of self-esteem like him put up with the provocation of a thriller game master?

Wang Zun did not hesitate and clicked the give up button!

Are you kidding!

Self-esteem that has a small life important?

Self-esteem is a fart, of course it's important to have a small life, a coward is a coward, who doesn't have a few ugly nicknames?

Besides, cowards aren't hard to hear, are they?

Thriller Master System: "......"

Correct!

Wang Zun thought that the thriller game master system was too simple, and he clicked [Give Up], but there was no reaction at all.

Wang Zun: (°_°)

I clicked it several times, but there was still no response at all.

Gritting his teeth, with a black line on his face, Wang Zun scolded his mother directly, this is a fucking trance!

Can't give up at all!

Play with him too!

[Due to the host's improper mental skills, the thriller game master system was very disappointed, and in order to exercise the host's courage, the system decided to forcibly let the host perform the task!] 】

[The mission has been accepted, and the countdown begins!] 】

[Special reminder: If the host fails to perform the task on time, the host will be wiped out!] 】

Wang Zun: "......"

I already scolded my mother in my heart, but let's talk about it, don't you let him carry out the task?

In that case, what is the [Quit] button for?

NND！

Is this a misconception?

What's wrong with him in order to survive?

Wang Zun was helpless, indignant, unconvinced, and unwilling, but he had no way at all, he was so manipulated by the thriller game master system that he didn't even have a chance to breathe.

[Special note: The system panel has added a life display function!] 】

[Host Wang Zun, the remaining life span is four years! ] 】

Wang Zun's eyes widened, and his breathing was heavy!