Yuan Qingli connected her own experience with Mu Yingshan.

She asked, "Can you tell us what the discomfort means?" ”

"The so-called discomfort. You can think of it as a mental attack, or as a mental pollution.

After being polluted, some people will have spiritual evil, and some people with strong mental strength are more inclined to physical discomfort.

For example, abdominal pain, chills all over the body, or vomiting blood, can barely carry it for a few days. Weaker tourists will be attacked mentally and physically, and if they are not treated in time, they will soon ......"

"Wait, today...... Are you already tainted? ”

The orange clown's pupils shrank, and then he nodded to himself, "That's right." Otherwise, how could you be in the service hall? ”

The three of them looked at him talking to himself, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

The clown looks even more innocent than his face.

Nevertheless.

The opposing stance between the player and the NPC still made Yuan Qingli and them not share more information.

The orange clown had a solemn expression and looked at Yuan Qingli: "Judging by your current condition, you should have been properly treated." You have to be careful and careful, you can't have a second mental pollution. Otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable...... Even we can't help you. ”

It's strange that he hasn't been treated by the red clown.

Yuan Qingli was about to ask if it had something to do with the strange thing they encountered on the way here.

Who knows, the orange clown's face changed suddenly: "It's coming!" ”

Heavy, sticky footsteps snapped and slapped on the ground, as if dragging something.

At this moment, the sky was completely shrouded in a thick black mist, and the ubiquitous sound of breathing sounded like dozens of people huddled around them, staring at them with a grin.

Dense, with regular breathing sounds.

It was a feeling of being watched.

It was as if there were eyes all around, and in the darkness, these eyes pierced through the clouds and shimmered with curiosity.

The dark eyes are staring at you like that, squeezing and discussing, trying to carve a mark on you.

Yuan Qingli and the three of them only felt creepy.

Looking at the orange clown's expression was no better, he raised his index finger and made a silent gesture.

The slightly dried blood stains on the white gloves were the only bright stains in the darkness.

Yuan Qingli was slightly in a trance and quickly came to her senses.

On his side, Lu Xingyun didn't feel any discomfort.

Only Bo Zijin frowned, his left hand clenched his bow tie, and his expression was wrong.

It was as if something was rapidly exploding and spreading in my mind.

[Bo Zijin, let me go! Spare yourself too......]

[Heh, your current affection is worthless in my eyes. 】

[I want to go to the sea and die there.] 】

[Bo Zijin Bo Zijin Bo Zijin! You're more damned than I am! 】

The clown quickly walked up to Bo Zijin, dyed his index finger red on his chest, and dotted it on Bo Zijin's face, drawing a small red flower.

At the same time, there are words in the mouth.

Yuan Qingli heard the heavy footsteps and walked away, and in that direction, it seemed to be going to the rest area.

She knew it and was sure.

If the owner of the footsteps is destined for a rest area, this explains why the Golden Mist is reluctant to open the door to them, and stops them with an iron fence to expel them.

"Bo Zijin, are you okay?"

Lu Xingyun's voice drew Yuan Qingli's attention back.

Bo Zijin's face was cold, and his paleness was cold.

He glanced around, "I'm fine." You'd better take care of yourself. ”

His inexplicable tone was indeed refreshed.

Lu Xingyun noticed that Bo Zijin's gaze fell on his nose.

Reach out and touch it.

Nosebleeds.

The orange clown's eyes circled back and forth on Yuan Qingli and Lu Xingyun, looking surprised for a while, and then delighted.

It's just that this emotional change is extremely fast and can't be captured.

"Your blood is Tang monk's blood?" Yuan Qingli approached.

The orange clown smiled gently.

At this time, the three of them felt that his expression seemed to be less terrifying.

"It's happiness." He spat out three words concisely.

The sky above seemed to be less dark.

The orange clown pointed to the Rose Garden, solemnly.