The Era of Game

9 Someone Outside

"Wait," Wan Jingtian stretched out his hand to interrupt Xue'er and continued, "You just said'block all my spiritual power'? What is 'spiritual power'? Is this game's magic value?"

Xueer frowned, checked the data on the display again, and then said: "The "magic value"...probably that means it!"

"Oh, then this'spiritual power' is still quite important..." Wan Jingtian said to himself, "but," he asked Xueer again, "I didn't think I had any'spiritual power' before. Where can I view this?"

Xue Er said grimly: "The rules of this game are for players to explore by themselves!"

Hey, this game guide is not only very busy but also very personal. It is quite different from the beautiful and gentle guides of other games. But this effect is fresh and fun.

"That's right," Xueer added suddenly, "I forgot to tell you. There were 207 villagers in Shuitian Village, 90% of them are 186; they died in yesterday’s fire fighting and fighting against the invasion of the Tianhu Society. That is to say, if another 8 people die, you will never be forgiven by more than 90% of the villagers, and you will never have a chance to recover your spiritual power."

"What? So many people have died?" Wan Jingtian exclaimed. If 13 people have already died, then there must be a larger number of wounded, and the prisoners of the paddy field villagers will certainly not get a good treatment and recuperation environment, which will easily cause the death toll to continue to rise... OMG, this task is too difficult!

Xueer is small, but looks at Wan Jingtian with a high-pitched air: "Do you understand it now?"

Wan Jingtian was hit hard and looked at Xue'er weakly.

Seeing that Wan Jingtian didn't reply, Xue'er said, "Since you already understand, I have other things to work on, so I'll leave."

After that, her palm swept again in front of the translucent display screen in front of her, and the display screen disappeared. Soon, Xue Er turned around and disappeared.

Wan Jingtian returned to his senses and yelled: "Oh no! Then if I accept this punishment task, shouldn't you give me some help? You haven't offered any help yet!"

However, the place where Xueer once stood was already empty. Wan Jingtian, who was left alone in a desolate heart: I'll go, so the group of guys who are eager to "eliminate harm for the people" are all bandits? So what did you do?

Eh? Wait...it doesn't seem to be right-you clearly didn't do anything! Did not set fire, did not kill, did not even participate in the village attack! So why should you punish yourself?

Wan Jingtian rummaged through every corner of the house, but couldn't find Xue'er. When he sat back on the bed sweating profusely, he laughed at his stupidity: the system leader is just a bunch of data, of course, can disappear without a trace anytime and anywhere, how can it be possible to find a trace?

But then again, for a game, shouldn't the facilitator be called out at any time?

Thinking of this, Wan Jingtian couldn't help but look at the strange bracelet on his left wrist, beat it again, and finally sighed.

At this time, there was a cautious knock on the door, followed by a woman's voice: "The water makes the lord, the slave and the servant heard the sound, did the water wake the lord?"

Wan Jingtian woke up suddenly: That's it! He is still in a dangerous situation in the cottage of the bandits. If what I said to Xueer in the house just now was heard by someone outside, his identity would be exposed! And if his identity is revealed, he who has no spiritual power is not at the mercy of others? Talking about saving the people of the village!

He touched his waist-although there was no lancet there, he picked up a small bag of stones at the entrance of the village last night.

He had thought last night that if someone rushed to the village gate, with this bag of stones, he would be able to resist it. Although he didn't have the agility and precision in "God General", the throwing action was repeated countless times, and he still had some basic skills.

Now, while touching the stones, he wondered: If the woman outside heard the previous conversation, whether he would kill.

"Sir?" Seeing that there was no response in the room, the woman outside asked another question.

Wan Jingtian squeezed a relatively large and sharp piece of stone in his hand, settled, and replied slowly: "Well, I'm awake, who are you?"

"My lord: the slave's name calls Qianqian. Can Qianqian go in? Qianqian waits for the adults to get up." The woman's voice became smaller and smaller, and she seemed to be shy as she spoke.

Wan Jingtian was also a little embarrassed when he heard this-uh, wait for me to get up? How to serve?

But he quickly regained his senses and grabbed the stone flakes in his hand, cold and sharp, so that he could keep calm. He is still in the tiger's den, his life is in danger at any time, and he has heavy responsibilities. It is really not a time to think about it.

He said as calmly as possible: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a young woman in a goose yellow dress came in. She was in her early twenties, with a curvy figure and long waist-length hair. Her appearance was not amazing, but she was also beautiful. She brought a basin of wash water with cloth towels on the rim.

Wan Jingtian stared at Qianqian and walked in, staring at her putting the washbasin on the wooden basin stand in the house, his eyes inadvertently showing caution and hostility.

Qianqian raised her head by accident and ran into Wan Jingtian's eyes, and stepped back in fright: "Why do you, your lord, look at the slave and maid like this?"

Wan Jingtian took a step forward and asked her: "When did you stand outside the door?"

"Just now..." Qianqian took a step back.

Wan Jingtian took another step forward, staring at Qianqian, "What did you hear outside the door?"

"Listen, I heard the lord seems to be rummaging in the house..." Qianqian took a step back, hitting the wall with his back, unable to go back.

What are you looking for? Wan Jingtian recalled: Could it be that he was looking for Xue'er everywhere?

There were tears in Qianqian's eyes: "What important thing is missing, my lord?"

Wan Jingtian stared at Qianqian motionlessly but was quickly analyzing whether her words were true or false in his mind. Although the insurance was killed regardless of whether it was true or false, the Qianqian in front of him was as good as a real person, with a pitiful expression. He really couldn't get it off, so he had to pretend to be vicious and say, "Well, I have lost something. Things that are convenient for outsiders to know. No matter what you hear, it's best to treat it as if you didn't hear it. Otherwise, it would be easy for me to kill you a girl."

After all, Wan Jingtian flicked the stone in his hand sideways and hit a vase in the cabinet next to him. The vase burst into pieces at the sound and fell to pieces.

Qianqian nodded vigorously, tears also came out, and said, "Qianqian really didn't hear anything and even the sound of Master Shuicai rummaging for things!"

Wan Jingtian squinted his eyes and said, "This is the best way."

"Master, please wash up first. Qianqian has prepared meals for the adults, so I will bring them." After that, Qianqian hurriedly went out.

The doubts in Wan Jingtian's heart have not been completely dispelled: Since Qianqian was sent to "serve" herself, is she really just so simple and weak? Just let her go out like this, will it cause harm to yourself?

Sure enough, without a cup of tea, the footsteps of many people faintly heard outside the originally quiet house, and occasionally there was the sound of metal weapons colliding.

Is Qianqian calling someone to come?