Chapter 522: Jumo Island (Twenty-Eight)

When the other party got closer, the three of them finally saw clearly...it was Brother Ma who was coming.

At this time, Tianma Xingkong was covered in dust and looked miserable. He was holding a silver torch in his hand, and the top of the torch was burning with green strange fire.

"Huh?" Brother Ma quickly saw his teammates clearly, "It is indeed you. I saw the light of the flashlight and guessed it was you."

"Are you okay?" Uncle Good-for-nothing asked.

"It's not bad, I encountered some monsters and traps on the way, but the loss of survival value is not big." Tianma Xingkong replied.

The four of them exchanged a few words and then turned around and headed towards the sacrificial hall.

Along the way, Uncle Waste Chai and the others briefly explained what happened after meeting Feng Bujue, while Tianma Xingkong talked about his own experiences. Just as Brother Jue had guessed, Tianma Xingkong was indeed teleported away during the time when the four of them were trapped. Of course, he didn't know about the subcontracting, and he was also confused about the situation of his sudden entry into the temple.

Talking as they walked, everyone quickly returned to the sacrificial hall. After stepping into the arch, you can see Feng Bujue and Mo next to the altar? Imitation soul.

Dozens of minutes passed, and the two of them were still chatting, and they seemed to be in high spirits...

"Oh, you came back pretty quickly." When Brother Jue caught a glimpse of the four teammates, he stopped talking to the Imitation Soul and turned to his companions, "I just said that you are right to choose the second option. The task is easy now. finished."

"Well... since you are all here..." The Imitation Soul glanced at the players and continued. "It's almost time for me to leave."

"Aren't we going to talk anymore?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Huh... don't think of me as a fool, crazy." The imitation soul said, "I know what your plan is. I'm just cooperating with you to make you feel at ease."

"Haha... Okay..." Feng Bujue smiled, "Then... I'll send you off not far away."

"You don't need it..." The imitation soul seemed to have remembered something when it said this, and then it continued, "I think you are a very sensible guy, so I might as well give you some free advice... "It paused. The tone changed slightly. "If you encounter the 'Heart of Fear', it's best to run away as soon as possible. You 'human beings' cannot compete with it."

Before he finished speaking, the imitation soul had disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"What's going on?" Atobe asked confused. "Is it trying to be mysterious? The Heart of Fear should be its companion. Why is it giving us such a hint?"

"Who knows..." Uncle Useless continued. "Maybe the relationship between the four guards is not as simple as we thought."

"That's right, the good relationship between the Imitation Soul and the Rubbing Hand does not mean that the four guards are like this." Feng Bujue turned around and said to his teammates. "Besides... the guard's duty is not to kill people, so it's normal for them to give us hints."

"Isn't that right... When we were in the guessing game field, if the rubbing hand succeeded in rubbing all of us on the ground, then when the mission time limit is over, we will be finished collectively." Atobe replied.

"They have nothing to do with that." Feng Bujue replied, "Things like system erasure are things that only affect our players and have nothing to do with the rules of Jumo Island." He spread his hands, " If you think about it carefully...if the guard's purpose was to kill us, then we would have been dead long ago..."

"Well... that's true." Honghu adjusted his glasses and took over the conversation, "Take that imitation soul as an example. If it wanted to kill us, it would have just teleported us to the bottom of the ghost swamp. It won’t drown in it anyway.”

"It's okay if you don't tell me..." Hearing this, Atobe immediately shuddered, "I'm really a little scared when I say it..."

"By the way, what do you mean by what the Imitation Soul said to you just now?" Honghu turned to Brother Jue again and said, "What do you mean by 'I know what your plans are'?"

"Oh... that..." Feng Bujue smiled, "Huh... why do you think I had to chat with it for so long?"

"Because you two are like-minded in the field of anti-humanity?" Honghu complained at the right time.

"It's to prevent it from repeating its old tricks." The good-for-nothing uncle on the side interjected.

"Pa—" Feng Bujue snapped his fingers and pointed at the good-for-nothing uncle, "You have some insight."

Although he was praised, the good-for-nothing uncle would not be as arrogant as Brother Jue. He just continued to explain in a consistent tone: "If we let the soul of imitation leave immediately after we come to the altar, it may happen. In this case... it moved somewhere else instantly, re-disguised itself as a flying horse, and then blended into our midst again. "

"I see..." Honghu understood after hearing this, and glanced at Brother Jue again, "You use conversation to hold the other party off to prevent him from repeating his old tricks."

"Yes, that's it." Feng Bujue tilted his head and made a helpless expression, "But...then again, the intelligence of this imitation soul is really very high...it can say 'I I'm just cooperating with you to put your mind at ease.' This means that it has already seen through my intentions." Brother Jue scratched his head, "Well... NPCs with such high intelligence and character completion are eight out of ten. Nine is unique data, it should be at the same level as the troublesome guys I encountered before..."

"Anything like that is fine." Tianma Xingkong interrupted, "There is a very serious problem right now, and we must solve it first!"

"What's the problem?" All the teammates turned to look at him and asked in unison.

"I'm hungry." Xiao Ma Ge's answer was crisp and clear, and the short three words were full of domineering.

The other four people all staggered and almost fell flat on their faces.

"After your reminder..." Feng Bujue said, "It has indeed been nearly four hours since we entered the script. Even if our status at that time was defaulted by the system as 'just full', we should feel hungry now..."

Some things just can't stand being talked about. It's okay if you don't say it, but it becomes particularly obvious once you say it.

"Ah... I suddenly feel my legs are sore, and my stomach is super hungry..." Atobe said, and simply sat down cross-legged.

"The energy consumption before was indeed not small..." Uncle Wastewood's hand also instinctively moved to his abdomen, "From the Leech Forest to the Taunting Forest, then through the Ghost Swamp, and finally into the Temple... I don't know how far the road is. If it were in real life, we might not be able to finish this road in a day."

"Well... there is something I wanted to say before, but I just haven't had the right opportunity." Honghu continued, "I noticed... my physical energy consumption seems to be much faster than in the normal script." He paused, "I think... it's also caused by the special setting of this script..."

"Tired, hungry..." Feng Bujue licked his lips, "The real threat seems to have begun to surface..." As he spoke, he also sat down cross-legged, and looked up at Tianma Xingkong and said, "Brother Xiaoma, when you walked into this hall, the main task had been completed, right?"

"Yes." Tianma Xingkong replied.

"Well... OK..." Feng Bujue thought thoughtfully, "I guess... there are two possibilities for the time when the next main task will appear... Either it is ten minutes after 'all players complete the previous task'; or it is ten minutes after the 'fixed time limit of the previous task', that is, 'three hours', is completed." He exhaled, "I hope it is the latter, at least we can use these extra two hours to rest."

"It's hard to say..." Uncle Feichai continued, "Since it is a team nightmare mode, it is better to prepare for the worst in everything."

"Hehe... Of course I understand this." Feng Bujue said, "That's why I said 'hope' so..."

"The key is food and water..." Tianma Xingkong said, "Since you don't eat or drink, sitting there is equivalent to no rest, isn't it?"

"Well said." Feng Bujue smiled and asked back, "Do you have any food on you?"

"Ha! No!" Tianma Xingkong replied loudly. A hero is a hero, and he is so frank and open-minded.

"Okay..." Feng Bujue shrugged helplessly. He glanced at his teammates and asked, "Did anyone bring food or water?" (To be continued...)