Mystery Makes Me Strong

Wen Rensheng was a little curious, and he jumped into a pickup.

Pickari has a white driver and two hot South American hot girls, none of whom have noticed his existence, and are still chatting enthusiastically.

"George, didn't you buy a house in Jiuxing District? Why did you go back to the wasteland of McCann?" asked the hot girl in the co-pilot.

"Because I heard that this place has become a game area, I came back. After all, this is my former home." The driver sighed.

"Oh, poor baby, let me comfort you in the future." A hot girl in the back row posed a few poses towards the middle rearview mirror.

"Wait, I'm driving." The driver resisted.

Wen Rensheng felt that he got into the wrong car, and was about to change, but saw an interesting scene.

"I heard that there is no, there is a kind of crow that can predict the danger of death. If you can tame one, that would be great," said the co-pilot girl.

"Really? Where should I find it?" the woman in the back row was surprised.

"It's very simple..." The co-pilot girl smiled, then took out the revolver and shot the back row girl in the head.

Brains splashed, the whole person looked at each other with unbelievable eyes, and then fell down.

"Ah! How did you kill her in the car?"

"This Bichi, I've already seen her not pleasing to the eye." The co-pilot girl blew gunpowder, then pointed out the window and said, "Look, the crow is here."

A crow, flying from outside, landed on the roof near the rear window.

"No, I mean, you shouldn't kill on my car, it's expensive to wash it." The driver sighed.

Wen Rensheng didn't care about the murder in the car, he was attracted by the crow.

The look in the other's eyes reminded him of a person from a long, long time ago. That person hasn't appeared for too long and should have disappeared from the memory of many people.

Gawayne.

A former prophet, who later died at the hands of Chaos Omniscient in pursuit of turning back time and restoring McCann.

The crow looked at him as well.

In the eyes of the two birds, there is a human color, and they seem to want to say something, but they can't say it.

Could it be that Garwayne's soul fell on this mutant life?

Probably.

Game simulators want to transform the entire universe, and a convenient way is to use the power of chaos and omniscience.

While this is a dangerous force, it is massive enough to pollute quickly.

Pollution is a transcendence in itself.

It appears that the game emulator rescued Gawayne.

"Can you see me?" he said to the crow.

The crow flapped its wings and nodded.

"Look, that crow is greeting us." The co-pilot girl said happily.

"No, it's to say hello to me." The driver said, pulling out a Browning in his right hand and aiming a shot at the co-pilot girl.

The same brains splattered.

The driver then opened the rear window and put the crow in.

"Hello, smart little guy, it's just the two of us now." The driver said excitedly.

For such a prophetic crow, there is no fixed price in the market, and all are barter transactions.

That is to say, he can exchange the other party for what he is interested in.

There are many big businesses and big organizations that need to buy this kind of prophet crow. The wealth it can create is comparable to the most powerful and powerful investors before the wasteland.

However, the crow didn't even look at him, and neither of them were excited because of it.

It was just staring at Wen Rensheng's puppet.

In the impression, it feels that this person is very important to it.

It can get back what it lost.

However, from the driver's point of view, this is a sign that the crow has fate with him.

He soon hummed a song, took two corpses and a crow, and rushed towards the place where the mutant beast appeared.

Wen Rensheng was a little surprised, why hasn't the corpse been refreshed yet?

Don't these three have player attributes?

Dare to roam in this dangerous wasteland without player attributes?

Can it only be said that it is really McCann style?

Their labor is very expensive, and the compensation for the life of an accident is very expensive.

However, they like all kinds of waves, all kinds of adventures, they believe in their own destiny, they know what they want, make their own decisions, and don't let others take care of them.

"Hahaha, I'm walking on the road of money with my cute little crow and my beloved little pickup."

"Ah, that beast, beckoning to me."

"Ah, that gold is shining on me."

"Boom!"

A rocket catapulted and the pickup blew up.

The driver was smashed to pieces, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Rensheng was stunned.

From his getting in the car, to the discovery of the crow, to the infighting, to the death of all, the whole process was like child's play.

If they are players, this is normal.

Players are not called players if they go online a few times without dying.

If they were ordinary people, it would be a tragedy.

He took the crow out of the pickup truck that had slammed into the guardrail because of the loss of its driver.

"Damn, head, that prophet crow flew away." A big Hummer drove by, and a black man with a bazooka was standing in the trunk.

Gun smoke was still coming from the rocket launcher.

The murderer revealed himself, but there was no detective.

This is impossible place.

"No, doesn't it say that the Prophet Crow likes to stay at the scene of death the most?" the Hummer driver wondered.

Hearing this, Wen Rensheng understood why one after another would choose to kill the people around him.

And the value of the Prophet Raven is probably far beyond his imagination.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is probably worth hundreds of thousands of lives.

"Forget it, I think that crow will follow us, because we are going to a land of death feasts. We have a lot of opportunities to domesticate it." The Hummer driver said confidently.

As he said, the crow soon followed their car again.

"Hey, you're right, that lovely golden crow is here again. It seems that it has already smelled death."

"Yeah, this crow can predict how many people will be killed by monsters for each action, regardless of the fighting between people. One call means one death, two calls means two deaths, and three calls means four deaths. ." The Hummer driver said to his younger brother.

"Then why didn't it call this time?" the black Rocketeer asked in confusion.

"Probably because there will be no deaths in this battle." The Humvee driver immediately found a reason.

Then a group of three and one bird, along the highway, came to a ruin and finally stopped.

The highway is only repaired here~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Wen Rensheng followed the two people off the highway, and the two hid the car in a dilapidated iron house in the ruins.

Only then did the guns get ready and walked towards the north.

After walking for less than an hour, Wen Rensheng heard a roar in the distance.

Then came the screams.

"Just stick with it and defeat it, we can save enough money to buy a player qualification, and we won't have to worry about fighting these monsters in the future!"

"Yes, Captain."

It turns out that they are not really players.

That's right, Wen Rensheng remembered that before he fell asleep, he knew that player qualifications were very precious, and lay people couldn't apply for them.

That is to say, he has huge energy: he mainly deals with game simulators a lot, and the two sides are familiar with each other.

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