The story of the entire script began to emerge in front of me like a horse watching a lantern.
Xu Tong sat down with a bag of snacks in his hand, as if he was sitting in a cinema watching a movie, watching the pictures flashing before his eyes.
In the picture, No. 8 is arrogant and domineering, killing everyone, and is finally beheaded at the foot of Maicheng in defeat.
Yan Niang finally got her wish and became the new Queen Mother.
I could still see Yan Niang becoming the Queen Mother from the picture in front of me...it was so ugly.
The huge body is like a giant worm, with slender neural networks spread throughout every corner of the nest.
Able to bring her will to every infected person.
But from now on, she could never leave that huge nest.
At this time, the scene changed, and it was Yang Kang who appeared. This guy walked all the way to the west with his huge body until the figure disappeared into the sea.
The picture kept flickering, with black and white eyes staring at the distant sky on Zhang Qiang's childish face, until this little face gradually developed edges and corners, turning from a child into a young man.
The bunch of silver keys was finally inserted into the keyhole. After a bunch of numbers were entered, the scene in front of him finally turned into darkness.
[The world of this scenario has ended, and the mission rewards are being settled...] A cold prompt came.
"Scenario Main Line 1 [Survivor], the mission is completed, and 60 script points are obtained."
"Script branch task 1: [Close the door], the task is completed, and 70 script points are obtained."
"Script side mission 2; rescue, completed, 70 script points obtained."
A large number of task calculations appeared in front of him. Because there were too many, Xu Tong chose to skip them and go directly to see his total gains.
Three main missions, five side missions, and two special identity missions add up to a total of 690 script points.
Seeing this number, he raised his eyebrows slightly and curled his lips: "Stingy!"
Nearly seven hundred script points are considered high based on the calculations of other script worlds.
But for nine people, it is a very low number.
This number is not even as good as their reward for completing the identity mission.
But if you think about it carefully, it's not without reason that you got such a low score. After all, you didn't get the final reward for many tasks.
For example, for the special status mission, after Yan Niang became the Queen Mother, she had theoretically completed this mission, but she did not choose to participate in the final ceremony.
So much so that I missed the biggest reward at the core of the entire mission.
The special plot missions also caused interruptions in my original script missions, which naturally meant that I was even less likely to get all the rewards from the main missions.
To sum up, my script world this time is completely an act of opening up a wasteland, and there are many delicate aspects that I didn’t have time to explore in detail.
It's pretty good to get such a script score.
But the settlement is not over yet.
"You signed a special agreement with another player, and two hundred and fifty script points have been received." This is Song Nuannuan's five hundred script points, half of which goes to herself and half to Gao Zhuo.
"You killed No. 8 and got the prop card [Ember] and a script bronze badge. Please check the prop book for details."
This news really surprised him, but he had expected it. No. 8 was so strong, and his combat power in a single round was enough to push him all the way up.
You can finish killing him by yourself. It would be unreasonable for this guy not to explode some equipment.
"You have obtained the special item card [Polypoma]"
"In this script world, you completed the dual-camp mission and obtained the special achievement [Headwinder] title. Please check it yourself..."
"You complete this script space and get two bronze badges."
The settlement was finally over here. As the darkness in front of him receded, when he opened his eyes again, he was standing on the street. When he raised his head, he saw that the sign of the Script Killing Experience Center had disappeared without a trace.
"Oh! I'm finally back."
He stretched, turned around and ran straight to the cross street. He felt so empty in his stomach that he wished he could swallow a cow.
Thinking about it, this time the world of the script has a huge time span and the script is long. In it, I only eat instant noodles and bread every day, and I almost feel sick.
It's already early morning at this moment.
But for food streets like Old Town Cross Street, there are also early morning sales.
Those snacks have been closed early, but the mobile stalls on both sides of the street can often keep you going until three o'clock in the night.
"A big bowl of rice noodles, and two steamed buns!"
If you can’t eat the main meal, it’s a good idea to have some snacks first. This is an old restaurant called Late Night Rice Noodles. The taste is not that good, but the portion is good enough.
A bowl of hot rice noodles was served, paired with steamed buns, and Xu Tong sat on the chair and started to eat.
To him, these things are just appetizers.
While eating, he called out the props book and mentally took stock of all his gains.
The most rewarding thing is definitely the script points.
Apart from the 700 points he earned, he originally killed the pharmacist and extracted all his script points, which totaled 670 points, plus Song Nuannuan's 250 points.
Not counting the fractions, he now has 1,700 script points.
With such a huge sum of money to protect my body, I can finally stand upright at the next progress meeting.
This time, Script Space gave itself a very low rating.
But in terms of harvest, it can be said to be a huge profit.
[Dark Physique] The value of this core prop card, even if it were exchanged for all of his script points at the moment, he would never frown.
What's more, what I gained this time was not just the [Dark Physique] prop card?
The superpowers and enhancements I gained in the script world completely disappeared when I chose to return.
But the powerful increase that the genetic enhancement potion brings to you is a real treasure.
Although he did not complete the special plot mission, in his opinion, the reward of Big Fatty may not be much worse than that given by the special plot mission.
In addition, there are two prop cards just obtained.
[Ember] and [Polypoid Tumor]
【ember】
The extremes of life, the extremes of death, the remaining embers of fire, destined to have endless karma.
Passive skill 1: Burning
The wearer's fire skill level increases by one level.
Passive skill 2: Jhin
When the target is damaged, there is a 10% chance of triggering Bone Fire.
(Note: Bone-attached fire is not a special item and cannot be dispelled. It will continue to burn the opponent's flesh and blood, making the wound unable to heal and worsening over time.)
Active skill 1:???
Awaiting identification.
Active skill 2:???
Awaiting identification.
This prop card was obviously related to No. 8's fire ability. Looking at the two active skills that still needed to be identified, his heart felt hot.
I couldn't help but think of the image of No. 8 opening his hands, causing black flames to form a terrifying vortex in his palms, strangling all enemies around him.
Although there was little hope, I still secretly began to look forward to it.
As for the other one [Polypoma]
This thing is all about greetings, neither passive nor active, only three words, "To be identified!"
It seems that this thing needs to be brought to the Script Killing Experience Center for identification before the basic information can be known.
He was enjoying his meal when suddenly he heard a piercing siren whistling past behind him.
"What happened tonight?? When I got off the highway, I already saw five or six police cars."
Several drivers behind him who were sitting there eating couldn't help but start talking as they looked at the police car whizzing past in front of them.
Guess whether there is some big case or some big action.
Xu Tong glanced at it and didn't care. After all, he was not interested in protecting world peace. He put away the prop book and walked home.
When I got home and went to bed, I fell asleep snoringly.
It was as if this small bed at home had infinite magic power. He immediately closed his eyes when he lay down on it, and he didn't need to be alert at all.
As a result, at noon the next day, Mr. Song poured a basin of cold water on him.
The ice-cold water was poured down in a basin, as if it had been taken from an ice cellar. It was as cold as ice knives piercing the seams between bones. Xu Tong couldn't help but shiver from the cold.
Before he could open his eyes, he heard Mr. Song's scolding: "Boy, did you go to the death pit last night, or did you go to Mang Mountain to sing for others? You smell like death, get up!"
Xu Tong originally wanted to defend himself, but in the end, Mr. Song pulled him into the yard and asked him to stand in the sun. With a swipe of his finger, he saw three yellow incense sticks pinched by Mr. Song.
Mr. Song muttered a few times, and then asked Xu Tong to hold a piece of yellow incense between his fingers, and the third piece of yellow incense was inserted into the soil at his feet.
At the same time, he took out the sesame oil and put a layer of sesame oil on his forehead and under his nostrils.
At first he thought Mr. Song was making too much of a fuss, but he just smelled of death, so it shouldn't be anything serious.
However, when he saw his own shadow in the mist, his eyes widened, and the careless expression on his face turned serious.
I saw only his shadow on the ground, standing crookedly in front of me, with a faint black mist surrounding my shadow, and under the green smoke filled with yellow fragrance.
A sly hand actually came out of his own shadow, followed by a head, feet, and a human torso. Once it came out, it looked like a child, looking at the misty green smoke.
, immediately opened his mouth and started to swallow it in big mouthfuls.
Mr. Song scolded Xu Tong for being lazy with a displeased face. At the same time, he had a small boat in his hand and looked at him displeased and said: "Huh, brat, just come back. Why did you bring a kid back with you?"