Go Through My Demon Host

Chapter 3953: I collect rent in the survival game (15)

Chapter 3953 I collect rent in the survival game (15)

An initial tasker can reach thousands of ordinary taskers.

It’s just that the initial tasker they said is memorable.

Because the ten initial taskers are also changing forever, the immortal ones have become gods in the Tiandao Administration.

For example, Mo Lin, such as the pair of brothers and sisters, or Shiyan and Guiying, or... dyed white, but dyed white is remembered in a different way. She is the first person to challenge the rules of the Tiandao Administration , 004 is also because of her death.

"This time, the initial period is a little bit less." Mo Lin glanced around, his eyes lightened and warm: "I thought it would be at least half, but I didn't expect it to be three."

Qiao You sat back again and shrugged: "I also think that I didn't expect the Tiandao system to be a modifier."

"Initially there is still a 003." Mo Lin sighed, knowing that he will be doing the Elimination task together this time, he is quite looking forward to it. This person will always give him unexpected surprises.

"She is really interesting." Qiao You bends his eyes, showing a soft smile like a cat, "It's my sister."

"Wait again, wait for her to come." Mo Lin looked into the distance.

"A group of strangers came that day and they said that they would tear down the apartment. At that time, the apartment was left with reluctant people. Hearing this news was tantamount to thunder."

The corridor lights are extinguished, and the old man’s voice is hoarse and gloomy.

"Demolition." Dye Bai nodded, and the curvature of her lips was a bit unreal and playful.

"No one agrees, no one wants the demolition money, and no one is excited about the new house. But what's the use..." The old man also coughed, covering his mouth with his hand. When he let go, he saw the palm of his hand. Blood.

Ranbai handed him a tissue.

He stretched out his hand to take it, wiped his hand, his face seemed to be distorted with a smile, and continued: "They don't listen to the shouts, and despite resistance, the apartment has been demolished after all."

"We stay there, don’t want to go, don’t want to go..."

"Later, the developer built a new apartment, which is where you see it now." The old man's face calmed down, "Also named Ping An Apartment. Many people here...are the original people."

Ranbai was silent for a while, "Here is also haunted?"

"Maybe." He laughed lowly, and the laughter came out like a leaky broken cardboard box: "I've said everything that should be said. I can leave as soon as I can, and don't stay here. , Don't stay here..."

Taking advantage of just coming.

While that person hasn’t seen your face yet.

"Is there really... this kind of rumors?" Ran Bai looked at the back of the old grandfather, half of his face hidden in the shadow, full of evil intentions, but his voice was soft and harmless.

"The most terrifying thing is the human heart." Without turning around, he slowly returned to room 302 with a cane.

Dye Bai can hear it,

The other party did not say a lot of things clearly, deliberately blurred the past, and didn’t say anything that he didn’t want to say.

For example, why do those homeless people start to be haunted? After listening to the old man’s tone, he should be very resistant to the demolition. Is it because of survival compromise or for other...

What happened in Ping An Apartment was probably much more than that, but he didn't say anything.

Ranbai didn't ask any more, and she couldn't ask anything. She looked down at the time, the end of her eyes picked up, and she was full of interest.

"The diary for the next day came out."

"I got it too."

"Me too."

"The original owner wrote a diary to record the death, and we have to write it too. Why is this so unlucky."

At the top floor, the tasker suddenly became agitated.

Mo Lin and Qiao You looked at each other, and both received the diary from the original owner the next day.

Mo Lin looked down at the time, half past twelve.

"What's your main mission?" He said, fascinatingly intoxicating: "Don't be afraid, let me talk about it first, survival and murderer."

The ordinary tasker looked at Mo Lin vigilantly, instinctively fearful, and said carefully: "Me too."

Once you find a point to open, the sound becomes more and more.

No matter what secret path there is in the mission, at least there is no massacre among missioners on the surface, and many people are relieved.

"It seems to be both." Mo Lin thoughtfully, "It seems that there is no competition between taskers in this eliminated dungeon, so everyone can rest assured."

"You must have experienced the weird things in the apartment during the day, so you can find the real murderer on the premise of ensuring your own survival." Mo Lin deliberately bit the word true, meaning it is unclear. "Who knows how many murderers there are, so this For such things, we still need everyone to work together."

Qiao You glanced at Mo Lin, and got used to Mo Lin's flickering... commanding ability.

Mo Lin is very good at saying that it is very popular everywhere, and at the same time Qiao You also knows that Mo Lin didn't take these people as his life at all, and didn't even pay attention to it.

is nothing more than use and anti-use.

Qiao You lived in 404 and Mo Lin lived in 401. The first thing he saw was Qiao You. He tried to walk around the apartment and almost everyone who could spread the news passed it.

"Are all here?" Mo Lin looked around.

Qiao You nodded affirmatively, "Except for 003 who didn't come, there are not many others."

All taskers exchanged messages, almost knocking on the door from door to door.

Mo Lin's eyes are a little dark, and his voice is cold: "The number of people is wrong. We have too few people."

The Ping An apartment has seventeen floors, with four households on each floor, all occupied, a total of 68 people.

Except for the original residents, they are the taskers.

There are 10,000 participants in the elimination task this time. They are put in different worlds to experience different tasks, and the number of people in each world is different.

Their limit in the world is fifty.

It is the rule of survival dungeon not to judge by the number of people. Even if there are few people, this dungeon cannot be underestimated. Who knows what doorway is hidden inside.

"This is only more than twenty." Qiao You couldn't help being surprised.

There are too many bad people, where did the remaining twenty-odd people die?

Others gradually discovered this problem.

"There is another safe apartment, and they are there."

The lazy voice suddenly sounded, the sound quality was pleasant, and everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound source.

The man was casually covered with a large black coat, loose, with deep black eyebrows, and eyes like an abyss.

Mo Lin instantly opened his eyebrows and smiled, "Dye Xiaobai."

Dyeing white: "..."

Why is there such a second person here!

"I thought you were not coming." Mo Lin walked over and jokingly said, "I didn't expect you to surprise me again."

"If I knew you were there, I wouldn't come." Ran Bai calmly said.

"dislike me?"