Chapter 136： Refinery

The room was in a short silence for a while, and even seemed to be somewhat oppressive. This kind of pressure is different from the embarrassment caused by the self-injury in the face of Westerners. Westerners are just a trouble, and there is not much pressure. The mysterious people that Su Bai said, because of mystery, because of the unknown, because of the infiltration,

What is brought is really a solid sense of oppression.

It is like a black cloud rolling from the sea.

"Is it a new wave of NPCs?" The fat man began to analyze: "There is a game that doesn't know if you have played it. Monk and Gyatso have not played. Ahbai, you should have played it, called "Grand Theft Auto". Speeding

In the context of a city game, you control a person to do the task inside, of course, you can also go to the murder and set fire to the car to play. The first few generations of this game have actually been rough. For example, in the urban background, there are several types of pedestrians and cars. Wherever the hero of the game goes, you can see the same pedestrian-like car in many corners of the city. Keep turning and moving.

After several generations of game development, the NPC profiling has been greatly improved, but there will still be this problem. After all, if you want to set all the cars and pedestrians in a city to look different, then It would be a huge project that is not realistic. ”

Su Bai smiled. "Fat, what do you mean by the terrorist broadcast? Do you confuse these NPCs? The meaning is that we were a singer who was a singer yesterday. I am eating downstairs today. The table is another person. The second child who just sent tea is another person. But because of the terror broadcast itself, it has caused them to look the same."

The fat man nodded. "You can't rule out this reason."

The monk directly retorted at this time: "Terror broadcasts will go wrong, but they will not make such obvious mistakes. This does not need to be suspected. Its mistakes may be caused by us on Mount Fulong. Inexplicably ending, but the trace of the wrong performance is a feeling we speculate, and will never give us obvious evidence.

If even the NPC dragon in its story world can make a mistake in the face, it would be too small to watch the terrorist broadcast. ”

"Yes, this should not be a mistake of terrorist broadcasting, nor will it be a mistake of terrorist broadcasting. A supreme being, even if it is a mistake, it will only make mistakes at its level, and it will not be so conspicuous." We observed it directly with the naked eye.

I even recognize Su Bai's point of view. We were pegged by a group of mysterious people, but I don't know why. They didn't directly deal with us. Instead, they chose to observe and follow up, even at the expense of disguising themselves as a small two. Tea, just to look at us further. ”

"Don't guess, or else, grab a tongue and ask?" The fat man suggested.

Later, the fat man found that the rest of the people's eyes fell on him, and he looked at him with a look of ****.

The fat man smiled slyly. "Oh, this is unrealistic, I am joking, joking, haha."

Grasping a tongue, where is so simple, people’s surveillance of themselves and others is already pervasive. At this time, I still want to catch one of them and ask for it.

I don't know if I can get two hands and say that if I succeed, I don't have time to tie the rope to torture. The accomplices have already been killed. So what is the meaning of asking questions? It’s better to declare that you have torn your face and fight.

"Now, it is not suitable to tear the face, they are willing to follow, we will seize the time to recover, no matter what happens and accidents, their strength is the most fundamental basis, Su Bai, you said that we continue to transfer now? ?" said the monk.

Su Bai smiled. "There is no such thing as this group of dog skin plasters. We don't have any meaning when we go there. Now that they are not ready to take the shot, we will continue to stay here. It will also be tossed in the province. Take time, you have to breathe a few breaths. ""

"Oh, let's go to sleep." The fat man is no matter what else, and lay back in bed to fight.

The little guy who was originally put on the bed by Su Bai climbed onto the belly of the fat man. The fat man was not angry. Instead, he deliberately ran his belly and played with him. The little guy closest to him was Su Bai, and the other was playing well with the fat man. But it is very cold for the monk and Gyatso, and usually does not give a smile even;

Obviously, although the little guy seems to be a child who climbed up and crawled with his buttocks, his heart is also very pure and pure. The monk and Gyatso had to eat him at the beginning, but naturally Will have a good face with them.

Gyatso re-sit on the ground, and the sound of bone friction is constantly coming from the body, which is obviously suffering from great pain, but it is also using this method to speed up the healing of his bones.

The monk was not in a hurry. He took out the old tea and poured a cup of herbal tea for himself and Su Bai. The two men sat silently.

About half an hour later, the monk was a little tired. With one hand on his chin, he sat down at the table and fell asleep, but the gesture of awkwardness made Su Bai feel very surprised. This is something that cannot be said by words. feel.

Everyone has their own things at the bottom of the box. Among the four people, the secret of the monk is obviously the most. Su Bai does not take care of this. He stands up. The little guy has been lying on the fat stomach and taking a nap with the fat man. Although there are four adults and one child, it seems very quiet and can be heard.

Su Bai pushed open the back window in the room, outside is a wood, very quiet.

In this way, leaning against the window and looking out into the distance, Su Bai did not consciously stay for a while. Then, his gaze was found, and he actually found out that the forest had heard the slight fragility of the cable, if he had nothing to do. The ground was closed, and then stood on one side of the window, secretly looking out through the gap of the paper window.

It seems that Su Bai closed the window and let the people outside take a sigh of relief. They finally started to move again.

Then, in the sight of Su Bai, there was a group of sturdy Qing soldiers, and these Qing soldiers were obviously not the local green camps and the ordinary soldiers. They banned the murder atmosphere, even through this far. At a glance, Su Bai can also feel it very clearly.

Only after these people are close, they are all hidden in the woods, there is no more action, but Su Bai is clear, things are not so simple, if those mysterious people are just watching themselves and others, every move It doesn't matter, but the proximity of these soldiers means that they may be away from them. There is not much time left. The mysterious people may have a special ability to lurk down. These soldiers are ordinary people, and people eat a horse. Big gang, how can you play for a long time lurking.

The monk who had hit a little nephew woke up at this time and walked behind Su Bai and asked:

"The poorness smells murderous."

Su Bai pointed to the window. "There are a group of soldiers outside. There are many people. It is said that there are three or four hundred people on the side. If the other side is surrounded by the situation, it is estimated that there are nearly a thousand people."

"They are going to do it." The monk also showed his dignity. "Unfortunately, you can't wait another day."

Wait a day, everyone will recover a little more strength, and when they can cope, they can calm down.

"A group of mysterious people are responsible for monitoring us. Now there is a group of Qing soldiers, monks, what do you think of." Su Bai asked.

The monk indulged in a moment. "It is rumored that when the Qing dynasty Nurha, and Chi was the dragon of the Jurchen, it was finally able to take the thirteen armor to the last family. At this time, in this story world background Underneath, there are Lin Zhengying, a truly noble man, and there are many demon objects in the demon cave. There are also the magicians on the Fulong Mountain and the Taoist courts that existed in the past. How can this imperial court not have its own captivity? A group of high people."

"I think about it, we have always ignored them, so we acted just to open the eyes of ordinary people, but still still being watched by others."

"They can call out to clear up the soldiers. It is also a certain identity. Those mysterious people can confirm our position in advance and even be able to figure out some things we have to do. It should be someone who is good at deduction, but it is impossible to make no sense. At least, they shouldn’t figure it out, you’ve already remembered their faces, even if they were still awkward at the time.”

"I knew that we could go straight to the demon hole all the way. It was also caught in the shackles." Su Bai snorted and then shook his head. "It doesn't make much sense. People can pretend to be outside the city. We, we have shown that people have had accurate information about their position, and we can stop where we are."

"Actually, it is still right to enter the city. The other side is obviously a bit of a rat trap. Otherwise, it is impossible to give us a day to breathe. Now, after all, it is not the time when the Qing Dynasty has just entered the customs. The Yangzhou 10th Jiading Santu is in this matter. I can still do it when I first enter the customs. Now I am not suitable. They are also afraid that these people will finally be crazy and spread too much."

Just when Su Bai and the fat man talked to me with a word, suddenly there was a fierce sound from the friction of the soldiers. Su Bai leaned over and looked out and found that the Qing soldiers who had just lurked were receding like tides. In the market mouth over there, there was a faint scream of killing.

Su Bai simply opened the window and looked out. When he saw the opposite street, there was a man holding a wand and waving. A batch of Qing soldiers swarmed, but many people were killed by the wind blade.

"Oh, the Westerners actually stepped on the thunder first." Su Bai pointed to the group of swarming but it was like a Qing dynasty that was planted on the ground by the cut leeks. "The monk, this scene is not like Was the 僧 僧 沁 冲 冲 冲 冲 冲 冲 冲 冲 冲 冲 冲 ?

The monk shook his head and said, "It's not the same."

Sure enough, the monk’s voice just fell, and several diners dressed in expensive clothes who had been eating at the whitehouse of Su Bai’s inn were holding long swords and rushing to the Western magician.

"The refining spirit." The monk confirmed, "This is really a messy world of stories, cows and ghosts, all together."