There are four long tables placed in the yard. The tables are almost perfectly spliced together, and the heights are evenly matched, forming flowing sumptuous dishes were surrounded by a circle of red candles. The candle flames swayed, and the brightly illuminated dishes showed a warm light red light.
In front of the table are three small wooden barrels, with white chrysanthemums, yellow chrysanthemums, white baihe, white roses and white carnations inserted in the barrels.
Lin Que's noodles are as delicious as vegetables. "Is this dish for us?"
"Of course it's for the dead." A clear voice came from behind.
"Are you capsized in the gutter? Are you killed instead of killing someone?" Lin Chuan clicked his tongue, his tone unabashedly gloating.
Chen Baiying frowned and glanced at Lin Chuan strangely, thinking that she had not offended this person, so why bother to ridicule her.
at the top of the standings are too easy to attract firepower, and those who score points that beat everyone else can easily be suspected of being if he is not, he is still an extremely murderous and evil element among the players.
A sudden real-time standings list from the system should have caught many people off guard.
If the rules were changed so that killing people could directly transfer the points gained from the killed person, this dungeon would be even more chaotic.
Chen Baiying's body was pale, and her exposed skin showed an abnormal slightly transparent addition, the only difference from a living person is that there is a circle of red scars on her neck - her fatal wound.
"If you don't want to eat, then I'll go in first." The handles of the three blades formed a black circle and rotated rapidly on the slender white fingertips. The cold blade turned out an afterimage, and her lips were curled up unconsciously, showing a perverse temperament.
When Chen Baiying passed by Shen Nanzhi, her steps seemed to pause. With complicated emotions, she did not dare to look at her and Lin Que.
"Let's go, who says the living can't eat the food of the dead." Lin Chuan shrugged and said indifferently: "If you have to eat, you can eat the bark of the tree."
Chen Baiying sat on the mahogany chair, casually took a bowl of rice with chopsticks in front of her, and ate quietly, with a red candle swaying on her cold white face and bright eyes.
Shen Nanzhi also pushed away a chair without hesitation and ate happily.
The food was cold and mixed with the smell of incense ash. It was hard to swallow, but it was enough to comfort the stomach.
Lin indeed ate the most delicious food, his eyebrows were crooked, and he ate with respect.
The atmosphere became strangely quiet. Shen Nanzhi noticed Chen Baiying's glance diagonally opposite her from time to time and wondered what she was thinking.
Light footsteps sounded from behind, and Chen Baiying's expression suddenly stiffened.
"There are so many people, it's really lively." The person who came here was thin, sickly, and had a gentle temperament.
He quietly pulled away the chair on Shen Nanzhi's left hand side and said hello to Chen Baiying. "See you again."
Chen Baiying looked at him for two seconds, then she suddenly lowered her head to eat, her shoulders shaking a little.
The sound of chopping meat from the kitchen was endless, and the muffled sounds reminded Shen Nanzhi of the canteen in the first dungeon. Her four-point appetite instantly shrank to one point, and she forced herself to eat something more.
Just as she put down the bowl, there were footsteps again behind her.
"Lin Chuan! You are here too! What a coincidence."
Shen Nanzhi recognized the voice, stood up, looked at Jin He's melting face, smiled sullenly in her heart, and moved her eyes to Lin Chuan as if watching a show.
Lin Chuan and Li Qingli's eyes coincidentally collided, and the other quickly moved away, as if he had encountered something dirty.
He took her words in an orderly manner and said skillfully, "Have you eaten? It should go well."
"Pretty smooth." Jin He was pushed to the seat where she had been sitting by Shen Nanzhi, a melon-eater in the front row. Lin Chuan was on her right.
Instead, Jin He said hello to the man on the left again, with an attitude that was not familiar.
(End of this chapter)