Chapter 211: Genetic Disorders in the Prior Family
"Dead? Dead?" said an aborigine.
"Didn't he say sleep?" Another person replied.
"Are you sure he's really dead? Not sleeping?"
"Come here and try it yourself."
Several people came over hesitantly to test his breath and heartbeat.
"He's really dead!" an aborigine said to his companion with his hand back.
"Then us?" Several natives looked at each other with a hint of cunning in their eyes.
"It's not our fault, it's his own sudden death." One person took the lead and said.
"Yes, everyone else is dead, so it's a waste to keep the equipment." Another person echoed.
…
When 【Dior Never Picks Up Things】 went online after school the next day, there was nothing around him, and the native adventurers were all gone.
He stood up and scratched his head, feeling a sudden chill, only then did he notice that his equipment had also been stripped off, leaving only a pair of underpants that could not be taken off under normal circumstances.
"I'm equipped!" [Dior never picks things up] let out a roar.
There were not a few players who encountered the same situation. As long as they recruited adventurers to go out to fight monsters and log off in the wild, they basically received this kind of treatment.
Some players who recruited adventurers with better character were also buried alive. When they woke up, they were buried alive in the soil.
If the soil is loose, the player can still see a wooden plaque on the grave after poking his head out, which says the tomb of a certain warrior.
Those with hard soil can only wait for themselves to be suffocated to death, and then reborn back to the altar. That experience is not pleasant, and reducing pain does not mean reducing the feeling of suffocation.
Although they didn't feel severe pain, the awkward feeling was something they would never forget.
The players who were put together by the native adventurer went to the adventurer angrily to ask for an explanation.
The native adventurers who looted or buried them were shocked when they saw these players appearing in front of them alive.
"Ghost!"
"They are resurrected, they are undead!"
"The Prell family is indeed not human!"
"Demons, they are demons!"
The players got angry and let them see if they were dead.
The captured native tremblingly tested the breath and heartbeat of the players.
"But, but this does not mean that you are human beings. After you die, no, the state after you fall asleep is too weird." A native said boldly.
"That is the bloodline inherited from our family. As long as you fall asleep, you will automatically enter a resting state." A witty player made up a lie casually.
"That's right, if we were all demons, how could you survive till now?" Another person echoed.
The natives thought so, so they had no choice but to accept what the players said.
At this point, a rumor spread from Conte that a member of the Prell family was no different from a dead person when he fell asleep.
…
In the grand theater, two human-skinned monsters with silver-level strength were talking in the innermost room.
"All the pictorials have been sent out, and more than 200 tickets have been sold."
"That's all, it's enough."
"Then let's follow the original plan and start offering sacrifices the day after tomorrow."
"Take out the notice board."
The bronze-level humans on the side followed the instructions and released the bulletin board.
Du Wei frowned slightly when he saw it. The day after tomorrow is Wednesday, and there are not many players who can go online. It is best to postpone the show until Saturday.
Through the analysis of "Tentacle Raid Hastur", the Yellow Clothes Troupe performed dramas to pollute the people and make them believers of the King of Yellow Clothes.
It must be that the more people who come, the better. If he said that a large number of players can come to watch the movie on Saturday, maybe they can postpone the show.
Du Wei did as soon as he thought of it. He turned into an avatar, made a body that was only half as good as himself, and could barely fascinate most of the women in Conte City. flat.
The one who came out to receive him was the bronze-level human who issued the notice.
"I heard that you are going to perform here. Our Prael family is very good at enjoying theater performances, but we have a lot of things these days. If we can postpone it for five days, we will definitely bring our family to watch. " Du Wei said.
The other party's eyes brightened. For them, the more visitors the better, that's why they kept the ticket prices extremely low.
"How many people can you come?" said the man.
Seeing the other person's expression, Du Wei knew that this person was tricked, "There must be 18,000 people, but this place is a bit small, and it probably won't hold it."
"What do you mean?" The other party was immediately respectful.
"It would be great if the venue of the performance could be moved outside the city," Du Wei said.
The other party was slightly hesitant. Doing this would definitely attract more ordinary people who evade fares, but that would go against the troupe’s original intention of making money from performances, and might arouse the suspicion of interested people. It’s hard to sell, after all, we do shows to make money.”
Du Wei slandered in his heart that this guy is still acting for himself now, he deserves to be from a theater troupe.
"You don't have to worry about this, our Prell family has plenty of money. Tell me, how much does a show usually earn? I'll pay double!" Du Wei said loudly.
The other party has made progress, so he naturally has to follow Du Wei's wishes, but this is not something that he, a mere follower, can decide, "Well, wait a moment, and I'll ask the crew boss for instructions."
He walked backstage.
But after a while, the silver-ranked humanoid monster that Du Wei had investigated came out, "Are you the one who wants to pay for our performance, Mr. Prell?"
"How? Can it be a word?" Du Wei said straightforwardly.
The visitor nodded slightly, "Since you are so sincere, then five days later, we will perform outside the city, but our manpower is limited, and the construction of the stage..."
"It's easy to say, leave it to our Prell family to handle it, we are all people who love drama, we promise to satisfy you~ www.novelhall.com~ Du Wei said bluntly.
Seeing Du Wei's straightforwardness, the visitors hesitated for a while, but the 18,000 people were too attractive.
If it is held the day after tomorrow, it will transform more than 200 people at most, and if there is a commotion in the city, it will definitely be a drop in the bucket to face such a large number of Prell family.
They planned to convert this group of believers, and then retreated after making a fuss in the aristocratic district. Now if they can directly convert 18,000 people, it will not be enough to make a fuss.
At that time, they can completely rely on these believers to directly capture Kante City, and even many towns outside the Sigma barrier, further compressing the territory that humans can control.
Of course, this also includes the newly-emerged Wigg City.
"Okay, then postpone it for a few days. If you can arrange the stage to our satisfaction, you can perform in the open air outside the city in five days." The visitor didn't say anything dead.
But this is enough, as long as it can be postponed until the weekend, they will be able to give them a big gift at that time.
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"Didn't he say sleep?" Another person replied.
"Are you sure he's really dead? Not sleeping?"
"Come here and try it yourself."
Several people came over hesitantly to test his breath and heartbeat.
"He's really dead!" an aborigine said to his companion with his hand back.
"Then us?" Several natives looked at each other with a hint of cunning in their eyes.
"It's not our fault, it's his own sudden death." One person took the lead and said.
"Yes, everyone else is dead, so it's a waste to keep the equipment." Another person echoed.
…
When 【Dior Never Picks Up Things】 went online after school the next day, there was nothing around him, and the native adventurers were all gone.
He stood up and scratched his head, feeling a sudden chill, only then did he notice that his equipment had also been stripped off, leaving only a pair of underpants that could not be taken off under normal circumstances.
"I'm equipped!" [Dior never picks things up] let out a roar.
There were not a few players who encountered the same situation. As long as they recruited adventurers to go out to fight monsters and log off in the wild, they basically received this kind of treatment.
Some players who recruited adventurers with better character were also buried alive. When they woke up, they were buried alive in the soil.
If the soil is loose, the player can still see a wooden plaque on the grave after poking his head out, which says the tomb of a certain warrior.
Those with hard soil can only wait for themselves to be suffocated to death, and then reborn back to the altar. That experience is not pleasant, and reducing pain does not mean reducing the feeling of suffocation.
Although they didn't feel severe pain, the awkward feeling was something they would never forget.
The players who were put together by the native adventurer went to the adventurer angrily to ask for an explanation.
The native adventurers who looted or buried them were shocked when they saw these players appearing in front of them alive.
"Ghost!"
"They are resurrected, they are undead!"
"The Prell family is indeed not human!"
"Demons, they are demons!"
The players got angry and let them see if they were dead.
The captured native tremblingly tested the breath and heartbeat of the players.
"But, but this does not mean that you are human beings. After you die, no, the state after you fall asleep is too weird." A native said boldly.
"That is the bloodline inherited from our family. As long as you fall asleep, you will automatically enter a resting state." A witty player made up a lie casually.
"That's right, if we were all demons, how could you survive till now?" Another person echoed.
The natives thought so, so they had no choice but to accept what the players said.
At this point, a rumor spread from Conte that a member of the Prell family was no different from a dead person when he fell asleep.
…
In the grand theater, two human-skinned monsters with silver-level strength were talking in the innermost room.
"All the pictorials have been sent out, and more than 200 tickets have been sold."
"That's all, it's enough."
"Then let's follow the original plan and start offering sacrifices the day after tomorrow."
"Take out the notice board."
The bronze-level humans on the side followed the instructions and released the bulletin board.
Du Wei frowned slightly when he saw it. The day after tomorrow is Wednesday, and there are not many players who can go online. It is best to postpone the show until Saturday.
Through the analysis of "Tentacle Raid Hastur", the Yellow Clothes Troupe performed dramas to pollute the people and make them believers of the King of Yellow Clothes.
It must be that the more people who come, the better. If he said that a large number of players can come to watch the movie on Saturday, maybe they can postpone the show.
Du Wei did as soon as he thought of it. He turned into an avatar, made a body that was only half as good as himself, and could barely fascinate most of the women in Conte City. flat.
The one who came out to receive him was the bronze-level human who issued the notice.
"I heard that you are going to perform here. Our Prael family is very good at enjoying theater performances, but we have a lot of things these days. If we can postpone it for five days, we will definitely bring our family to watch. " Du Wei said.
The other party's eyes brightened. For them, the more visitors the better, that's why they kept the ticket prices extremely low.
"How many people can you come?" said the man.
Seeing the other person's expression, Du Wei knew that this person was tricked, "There must be 18,000 people, but this place is a bit small, and it probably won't hold it."
"What do you mean?" The other party was immediately respectful.
"It would be great if the venue of the performance could be moved outside the city," Du Wei said.
The other party was slightly hesitant. Doing this would definitely attract more ordinary people who evade fares, but that would go against the troupe’s original intention of making money from performances, and might arouse the suspicion of interested people. It’s hard to sell, after all, we do shows to make money.”
Du Wei slandered in his heart that this guy is still acting for himself now, he deserves to be from a theater troupe.
"You don't have to worry about this, our Prell family has plenty of money. Tell me, how much does a show usually earn? I'll pay double!" Du Wei said loudly.
The other party has made progress, so he naturally has to follow Du Wei's wishes, but this is not something that he, a mere follower, can decide, "Well, wait a moment, and I'll ask the crew boss for instructions."
He walked backstage.
But after a while, the silver-ranked humanoid monster that Du Wei had investigated came out, "Are you the one who wants to pay for our performance, Mr. Prell?"
"How? Can it be a word?" Du Wei said straightforwardly.
The visitor nodded slightly, "Since you are so sincere, then five days later, we will perform outside the city, but our manpower is limited, and the construction of the stage..."
"It's easy to say, leave it to our Prell family to handle it, we are all people who love drama, we promise to satisfy you~ www.novelhall.com~ Du Wei said bluntly.
Seeing Du Wei's straightforwardness, the visitors hesitated for a while, but the 18,000 people were too attractive.
If it is held the day after tomorrow, it will transform more than 200 people at most, and if there is a commotion in the city, it will definitely be a drop in the bucket to face such a large number of Prell family.
They planned to convert this group of believers, and then retreated after making a fuss in the aristocratic district. Now if they can directly convert 18,000 people, it will not be enough to make a fuss.
At that time, they can completely rely on these believers to directly capture Kante City, and even many towns outside the Sigma barrier, further compressing the territory that humans can control.
Of course, this also includes the newly-emerged Wigg City.
"Okay, then postpone it for a few days. If you can arrange the stage to our satisfaction, you can perform in the open air outside the city in five days." The visitor didn't say anything dead.
But this is enough, as long as it can be postponed until the weekend, they will be able to give them a big gift at that time.
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