Chapter 276 Ugly Edwin
I had to separate from the old hunter Charles early in the morning.

He originally wanted to chase the other person, but was left behind by the other person. After chasing him barefoot for a while, he completely lost the other person after turning a corner.

The fox hole maze-like architectural style is weird, the road layout is so planned that people are afraid to distinguish the direction from it, the towering city walls that block the view from time to time, and the extremely similar architectural styles are like one piece of incomprehensible puzzle after another, which are shuffled in the mind.

It was getting dark, and he held the torch as if he was grabbing the last ray of sunset in his hand.

The surroundings gradually became darker, and the light emitted by the torch was thin. It was the first time he used the word "thin" to describe the light of the fire.

The flames were sharp and pierced the ground like steel needles, dispersing the shadows and making their own shadows sharp and long.

In the darkness ahead, he saw a hunched figure. When he got closer, he was startled by the other person's face and couldn't help but scream "Fuck".

This was a man with ugly birthmarks and tumors on his face, and a twisted spine that forced him to rely on a wooden stick to move.

I raised the stick in my hand almost subconsciously when I got to school.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, wuwu~" The ugly man raised his hands to cover his face in fear. "Don't hit me, please."

He was begging, which made the undead man feel a little embarrassed.

And there is no health bar, and the opponent is not hostile.

"Sorry, I thought it was something else..." I slowly put down the stick in my hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so ugly." The ugly man apologized. He leaned sideways to bow to the undead, but his physical disability made the movement very difficult and crooked.

I felt even more embarrassed when I went to the morning office: "No, I don't usually judge people by appearance. I was the one who apologized first, I'm sorry."

I come from a harmonious society, have received a normal education and am a normal college student. Although I like to play some bad and popular memes on the Internet, my values ​​are absolutely upright, which is also the current situation of most people.

There is nothing wrong with apologizing to an NPC.

What's more, he could feel the other person's genuine fear. The ugly disabled man in front of him was a living person.

"Are you apologizing to me?" The man couldn't believe it. He pointed at the tip of his nose with his dry fingers like dead branches, and half of his high cheekboned face in the firelight was filled with surprise.

"Yes, I almost hit you, so I apologize to you." I nodded and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

They actually started a conversation about apology, which didn't seem like a conversation designed by the game at all.

He had seen relevant videos long before he was qualified to test the game, but he was skeptical about the edited videos, and many people went crazy in the game and the conversations were abnormal.

After entering the game today, he hardly met any normal people. Everyone avoided him. The old hunter Charles was a very standard riddle man, so when the unexpected chat started, I was very surprised.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Edwin," the man said, "I've been called this since the day I was born."

"Edwin?" I was pretty smart in the morning class, but I couldn't return my knowledge to the teacher that quickly. Obviously, this name was an impossible wish for the man in front of me.

wrong!

He suddenly realized that this was the first NPC in the Fox Cave who was willing to communicate with him, and he was also a highly intelligent NPC, which meant that the other party must have a hidden mission.

"Edwin, why are you here?"

"Some people are going crazy, and there are more and more of them," Edwin said tremblingly. "Sometimes they rush into homes and take people away. There are more of them today. I'm scared."

"Crazy?" I thought of some information I had obtained from chatting with other undead people before. Could it be that the plague has swept here again?

But he didn't see any people suffering from the disease. The villagers just had a slightly paler skin and looked a little weaker. Moreover, they also did grape business with the outside world, so there shouldn't be so many problems.

The performance of Edwin and the old hunter Charles in front of him proved that they were not lying. Edwin nodded.

"Then what? Where were those people taken?" I asked at eight in the morning.

"To the vineyard," said Edwin.

"vineyard?"

Edwin said in horror: "The villagers have gone crazy, but it was the lady's order, so they kept arresting people."

"So you escaped?" I felt that the NPC's language in front of me was a little incoherent. He tried to ask who the lady was, but the only answer he got was "A lady is a lady."

"I just want to find a place to hide," Edwin said, "a safe place. My home is no longer safe, but I am walking too slowly and it is getting dark. I can only hide here. People from the vineyard will come after dark."

"Wait a minute!" I turned around and looked around. He dropped the pot lid and wooden stick in his hand, and then laboriously brought some sundries from the side, including piles of pottery jars, burlap bags, and finally two wooden rattan baskets.

To his surprise, he found a pitchfork under the basket, and it also came with a weapon with an effect called [Blood Curse: Attacking has a chance of causing the enemy to bleed].

"Hide here and don't make any noise!" I used some things to block Edwin. "If someone similar to me comes over, you should take the initiative to speak and say that you know me."

"I'm in the morning class? What's your name?" Edwin asked.

"Yes, we are together!" He nodded and said, "As long as they hear my name, they won't hurt you."

"That's great." Edwin sighed, seeming to envy the absolute trust between the undead.

I went to the morning office and continued, "I will find a place for you to hide and help you avoid those people in the vineyard."

"Thank you."

I accepted the thanks with a smile.

He strode away with a torch in his left hand and a pitchfork in his right.

I took on a task. Although this task didn't seem to have any reward, it seemed quite meaningful.

I got lost several times while wandering in the alleys at eight in the morning until it was completely dark.

He saw a light on in one of the houses and walked up to it and knocked on the door.

The houses of the residents in Fox Cave are very peculiar in architecture. The front door is made of a solid whole piece, which looks very heavy, as if they believe that a door heavy enough can keep out troubles from outside.

"Get out of here!" An anxious male voice came from inside.

Then there was the sound of "pattering".

It was not the sound of raindrops, but someone imitating the sound of "dropping" with their mouth. He heard it clearly, it was a girl.

She kept saying: "Drip drip drip ~"

I cleared my throat at eight: "Hello, I want to ask if there is a safe place to spend the night."

"Get lost! You stinking outsider!"

I raised my hand and knocked on the door a few more times at eight in the morning, but this time no sound came from inside, including the "rustling" sound.

He kicked the door angrily and turned to leave.

　There was a power outage yesterday. Anyway, there are still 12 days left, and we are still 16 away from completing this month's target. More and more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)