Chapter 993 Violation of the Rules

Chen Ming was killing the same monsters.

He was absent-mindedly watching the video in the built-in webpage.

In the video, the lively young lady was wearing a set of leather armor for thieves, but the leather armor was only similar in style, but the specific cutting was quite hot and bold, and it barely covered a few key parts.

She swayed with the rhythm, and her body was quite heart-stirring.

There were hundreds of thousands of likes.

There were also many comments.

But Chen Ming, a man with normal functions, could not see the content of the video at all.

It can even be said that this video was played as background music by Chen Ming.

You know, he would never click on such videos normally. He would rather check the content in the forum, browse the players' discoveries, and devote himself to the game of Honor.

I opened the video today because I was in a terrible mood.

I don't know why, he always felt panic.

I felt fear and terror for no reason.

That kind of fear made him feel very uncomfortable.

But his mind was unusually clear, so he knew clearly that he had no reason to be afraid...

These two extreme emotions intertwined.

Chen Ming was even more deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself.

"Scared!"

"Who?!"

Chen Ming was suddenly startled.

He suddenly closed the built-in webpage that was opened, and he slashed behind him with a dagger in hand!

The sharp Yin-Yang hook cut through the air and made a sharp piercing sound.

But except for the air, nothing was cut by it.

The place that made him feel extremely scared just now.

It turned out to be empty.

Nothing.

Even those extremely stupid water ghosts were swaying far away from him, at a very slow speed...

The only thing that kept appearing in his field of vision was just the little dragon flying in the distance.

"Another illusion?"

Chen Ming shook his head violently and slowly put away the dagger.

He was too affected.

He took a look at the experience value.

It's already 93.21%.

"Hold on a little longer, and you'll reach level 36."

Chen Ming once again suppressed the emotions that were surging in his heart and retracted his gaze.

He was about to reopen the built-in webpage to distract himself, but the moment he turned his head, he found a staggering water ghost struggling to move forward in front of him...

He looked no different from an ordinary water ghost.

The robe that should have been painted with strange symbols had faded most of its color, leaving only some mottled colors that were slightly left on the clothes.

This once gorgeous dress.

Now it was no different from the tattered rags on the bodies of ordinary water ghosts.

Chen Ming looked at it with a complicated look.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

No wonder he suddenly felt scared.

I think this guy appeared near him.

He raised his dagger.

He was ready to kill it.

Judging from his current condition, it won't be long before it will be completely indistinguishable from an ordinary water ghost...

"At that time, it shouldn't be able to affect me."

The dagger aimed at the guy's head.

Chen Ming was about to stab it out.

But he found that the river god, who was almost the same as a water ghost, had tremblingly stretched out his hand towards Chen Ming. At the same time, its lips, which were so dry that they were almost invisible, actually opened slightly.

"Ba...ah..."

Its voice seemed to come from ancient times.

And as thin as mosquitoes and ants.

Chen Ming couldn't hear what it was saying at all.

Even at the first time, Chen Ming didn't define it as talking, just thinking it was moaning, no different from the roar of cats and dogs.

But soon, Chen Ming found the problem.

"Bye, bye..."

Those hoarse and dry tones were actually pieced together in its mouth with difficulty, and finally formed the bytes that Chen Ming was familiar with.

This made the dagger in his hand stop.

What's going on?

It...

is talking? !

While he was stunned, the dry hand of the river god had already grabbed Chen Ming. The power was very weak, like a chicken claw. Chen Ming was even afraid that if he pulled his hand away casually, his arm would break.

Wait...

"Why should I worry about its arm?"

"Isn't it making me nervous and abnormal..."

"I am caught by it at this moment, but I am not afraid?!"

Chen Ming suddenly realized this problem.

What he was afraid of...

was not the river god? !

What was he afraid of? !

Chen Ming was confused again.

The previous analysis collapsed again.

He made an extremely wrong judgment again.

"Please...you..."

Finally, the river god uttered a phrase that Chen Ming could understand with difficulty.

But understanding does not mean understanding.

Please yourself?

Please what? !

It seemed to be able to hear its own voice.

Muttered with difficulty, "Village, our village...just, please..."

Village...?

Village!

Two simple words.

But they were like a bomb.

They exploded in Chen Ming's mind!

Was this river god transformed by the villagers?

He is a villager...

He is actually a villager! ! !

The most important of those iron laws suddenly echoed in his mind...

Don't go near the villagers!

Don't interact with the villagers!

no no no! ! !

Chen Ming, who thought he was safely killing monsters, strictly abiding by the rules, and clearly distinguishable from the villagers, suddenly realized that it was all a joke!

He had already met this river god.

At that time, he had already unknowingly violated this iron law!

"damn it!"

Chen Ming suddenly retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted. Just as he had expected, his huge strength directly tore off the river god's arm.

It's like breaking off an old branch that has faded away.

It's so easy.

The river god broke his arm, but he didn't react at all. He was just driven by the force and fell towards Chen Ming.

Its thin body hung directly on Chen Ming.

His head was lowered and stuck on Chen Ming's shoulder.

Its voice came right next to Chen Ming's ear.

Still so dull.

Say it word by word.

"new……"

"River...god..."

New...river god? !

Chen Ming lowered his head little by little.

He looked at the river god hanging limply on his body.

Like looking at it.

It seemed as if it was looking past its body and looking at itself.

He finally knew where the disappearing drop of ancient blood had gone...