Please Stop Pretending To Be a Cute Newcomer! - Chapter 65

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    【Chen Ge and Le Songlin ask if they are not human 233333】

    [Official announcement! I declare that from now on, the beauty and the seven gods are completely locked, the key has been swallowed, and it has been digested! 】

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    The food made was uneatable, and Shen Qingcheng, who was lying sour all over, wanted to get up and move his body by the way, so he followed Le Songlin and Chen Ge to the upstairs dining room to eat with difficulty.

    There are many players with the same purpose in the dining room. Those who are too lazy to cook just take the bread and water and leave, while a few players who are more careful are crowded into the small kitchen.

    There are only two gas appliances in the kitchen.

    Shen Qingcheng leaned lazily against the window, the glass windows were square, he looked at the sea in the distance and ate his bread bit by bit.

    Dry and tasteless, it is the most common white bread, and looking at the scenery doesn’t make him feel any better.

    Le Songlin chewed the bread and said, “The dark clouds are so thick in the sky, there is probably a storm at night.”

    After he finished speaking, he remembered the seasick master beside him.

    Shen Qingcheng’s face was already as ugly as the picture he imagined, he didn’t say much, and asked: “Did those crew members who were originally on the fishing boat come out to eat?”

    They don’t know how many crew members there are on the fishing boat, and they don’t know if there is a captain, but at least the man waiting in the lobby must be there.

    “I’ll ask.” Le Songlin immediately responded.

    He was absent for a while when he went down to deliver meals to Shen Meiren, and it is not ruled out that the man came out during this period.

    After a while, he went to ask the players in the kitchen to come back, and said, “They said they didn’t see him.”

    Shen Qingcheng nodded, even such a simple action made his head dizzy again.

    Chen Ge subconsciously wanted to help him, he waved his hand instead of shaking his head and refused.

    Drinking a sip of mineral water, Shen Qingcheng swallowed the food in his mouth and said, “We’ll see later in the evening.”

    He couldn’t last a second with this broken ship.

    Tomorrow at most, he promises, he will definitely leave this ghost place!

    Until the three returned to the crew room below after a humble dinner, they did not see anyone other than the player appearing in the kitchen.

    The time is getting late, and the environment of the crew room is getting darker and darker as the sky is getting darker outside.

    Shen Qingcheng was leaning on the head of the bed, half-sat, staring at the chandelier above his head with some absent-minded black eyes.

    The chandelier wobbled slightly rhythmically, the light didn’t go out, but the visibility in the room was diminishing little by little over time.

    About ten o’clock in the evening, the last light in the room disappeared, and the whole fishing boat fell into complete darkness.

    Fortunately, there is no flag to leave tonight, otherwise what will happen to his night blindness? Shen Qingcheng thought happily.

    Then he straightened his body, sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, exhaled softly and closed his eyes.

    This is Shen Qingcheng’s first time to meditate after entering the horror game.

    Although he is dead, although the game has sealed his yin and yang eyes, some things stored in the body after cultivation are still there.

    As a liberal arts student, Shen Qingcheng refused to think about the reason, and it was enough if he could use it.

     Meditating made his symptoms of seasickness lessen, not too uncomfortable, Shen Qingcheng quickly sank.

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    In the middle of the night, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and a heavy rain poured down.

    There was a gust of wind on the sea, and the waves crashed, and the fishing boat floating on the sea alone in the night swayed violently with the undulating waves, and was in danger of capsizing at any time.

    The bean-sized raindrops fell into the sea, and the black shadows under the surging water quickly approached the fishing boat.

    “Tick.”

    “Tick.”

    Shen Qingcheng suddenly felt something.

    He opened his eyes, and a pale face was facing him very close to him.

    Shen Qingcheng: “…”

    He asked Le Songlin, “What are you doing.”

    Le Songlin, who was illuminated by the terminal light source, was startled by Shen Qingcheng who suddenly woke up, stepped back two steps and hit Chen Ge, then patted his chest, “Scared me to death! “

    Shen Qingcheng glanced at the two people who were standing with their shoulders squeezed, and straightened their legs, “What are you doing.”

    Chen Ge said for Le Songlin, “Brother Shen, we heard movement from other rooms.”

    The two woke up when the boat began to shake violently in a heavy rain. They thought that the boat was shaking so badly that Shen Meiren’s seasickness must have become more serious.

    I didn’t expect to turn on the light source of the terminal and saw that Shen Meiren was sitting on the bed with her eyes closed in a strange posture, without any intention of being awake.

    At this time, various movements came from other rooms, and the sound was very vague.

    They know that this posture is called “meditation”, but they don’t understand why Shen Meiren sleeps in the posture that some people in ancient times could do.

    Curiosity caught Chen Ge’s heart, he asked, “Brother Shen, were you sleeping just now?”

    Shen Qingcheng had a conversation with Lu Qi in the last copy, and understood why Chen Ge asked this question.

    There is no celestial master in Daqin, and only a very small part of the information about the celestial master has been passed down through historical records, and has been modified into novels by some authors.

    To the people of Daqin, he is the “Heavenly Master”, just like the Chinese people hear someone calling themselves a “supernatural person”.

    He didn’t explain, “It’s almost.” Meditation is considered a rest to some extent.

    Chen Ge was more curious after hearing this, “You, why do you sleep in this position?” He gestured.

    Shen Qingcheng, who was in better condition after meditating, spit out four words with a smile, and said, “Recharge your energy.”

    Chen Ge: ? ? ?

    Le Pine Forest: ? ? ?

    What do you want to do? Thank goodness you don’t get seasick!

    The heavy rain didn’t stop until the middle of the night, and the strange sounds hidden in the torrential rain stopped abruptly when the sky was bright.

    The chandelier has regained its function, dutifully illuminating a small space.

    After Shen Qingcheng woke up, she was shaken forcibly in the middle of the night. The symptoms of seasickness at dawn not only did not improve, but also worsened.

      what happened last night.”

    There was a lot of movement last night, and they guessed that a player might have died.

    “No,” Shen Qingcheng didn’t listen to him, he stood up with the bedpost, “I want to eat fish!”

    Isn’t this sin in vain?

    In the early morning of the second day of the dungeon, the players gathered together in a small dining room.

    Everyone looked at each other secretly, and finally found that there were not many people!

    The dungeon started with 12 players, and now there are 12 players.

    Someone said: “I heard loud screams from the next room last night, could the people in this room have died, and the ghosts who killed them stood for us instead of them before?”

    There were 4 people living in the room where this person was. After he finished speaking, the other three nodded in agreement with the statement that he heard screams.

    “What screaming? The sound is clearly coming from the outside aisle!” The person who lived next door retorted, and there were also roommates who echoed.

    Then others started sharing what they heard.

    “We didn’t hear the screaming, we heard a ‘dong dong dong’ sound, like chopping a cutting board and smashing a door.”

    “Someone is dragging something heavy overhead!”

    “We didn’t hear what you said,” Le Songlin caught everyone’s attention as soon as he opened his mouth. Seeing everyone looking at him, he touched the inch head, whose long hair did not look like an inch head. “I can’t say that I didn’t hear it. It’s very vague. I can’t hear what it is.”

    “Then there is nothing unusual in your room?” The player who asked the question was a little wary.

    Le Songlin: “Yes, there is blood dripping into our room. I looked at it when I came up just now, and the floor above is clean.”

    The dining room was silent for a while.

    Each room is different, making it impossible for them to connect leads.

    After a short conversation, the players went to have dinner, Shen Qingcheng found the utility room under the reminder of Le Songlin and Chen Ge.

    He found a fishing rod.

    Le Songlin chewed the bread and said, “There is really no fish in the sea. We saw it yesterday.”

    “There will be.” Shen Qingcheng said in a good mood.

    With the fishing rod, he also needs paper and scissors, and the latter two things are available in the room where they rest.

    “I’ll get it.” Chen Ge said that Brother Shen was already seasick, so don’t let Brother Shen climb up and down.

    He quickly brought up scissors and a notebook.

    The notebook is a diary of a sailor of strange things their fishing boat encountered at sea: inexplicable screams, unexplained footsteps, and ticking at night blood…

    Exactly what the players are experiencing now.

    Le Songlin and Chen Ge read the contents of the notebook, Shen Qingcheng tore off a piece of paper beside him and began to cut, and they began to discuss.

    Le Songlin: “The notebook must belong to a certain crew member who went to sea this time, but where is this crew member now? The book is still in the room, but the crew member has disappeared. We made room to live in another room, no need.”

    “Brother Lin Zi.” Chen Ge patted his arm.

    Le Songlin who was thinking hard: “Why?”

    Chen Ge stared at Shen Qingcheng and gestured for him to look quickly.

    Le Songlin frowned and looked suspiciously.

    Shen Qingcheng cut out a small paper figure from the white paper at the back.

    Paper figurines are only half the size of an adult’s palm, empty human figures without facial features.

    After cutting, he put down the little paper figure, picked up the fishing rod and checked the hook, then raised his hand and threw the hook into the sea.

    The hook fell into the sea without a splash.

    Le Songlin hurriedly said, “Forgot to hang the bait!”

    Shen Qingcheng glanced at him, “Eat less bread.” After speaking, he continued to make his own.

    What am I worried about? If you don’t hang the bait, you can’t hang it, anyway, you can’t catch fish in the sea, Le Songlin thought, and took a bite of the bread.

    Shen Qingcheng, who was determined to be unable to catch fish, spread the paper figure in the palm of his hand, and pointed with the other hand to write a series of symbols on the paper figure that the two could not understand. Blood spots are on the eyebrows of the paper man.

    After finishing this, he put the paper man on the handle of the fishing rod and said, “Don’t be lazy, get up to work, and go catch the fish.”

    You have the energy to work when you are full.

    Le Pine Forest: “???”

    Chen Ge: “!!”

    You two look at me, I look at you, doubt life.

    The author has something to say:

    Shen Qingcheng: I, **** celestial master, **** fishing!