Chapter 368 Retired Elderly
Chapter 368 Retired Elderly
"Young man, are you done talking?" The old man in the white vest had a kind smile on his face, looking like a kind neighbor. He said to Su Ming, "In that case, come over here and let's talk alone."
Both Wind Sword and Holy Light Priest were curious about what they were going to talk about. It must be something very high-level, or even involve some secrets.
The two were originally hoping to be able to listen and gain some valuable secret information. Although they couldn't tell others, it would help them broaden their horizons.
As extraordinary players, they have all been through many battles and experienced many thrilling copies. Later, they gradually discovered that different copies are not completely isolated. There are also certain connections between some copies. Sometimes the experience gained from other copies can be transferred to other copies.
Moreover, in very special circumstances, the characters seen in the previous copy will have a certain connection with the characters in the new copy, which is also evidence that the copy is not isolated.
Unfortunately, the old man did not explain the meaning of these things in front of them, which made them feel a little disappointed.
The old man in the white vest saw their emotions and reminded them, "Young man, sometimes knowing more is not always a good thing. Instead, it may cause you troubles that are beyond your ability to bear."
After saying that, he took Su Ming out of the room and went to the smaller bedroom next door.
The bedroom is simply furnished with only a single bed and a small table next to the bed. On it is a chess set and an old chess book called "Ancient Endgame Records".
The old man closed the bedroom door and asked him to sit at the small table. He sat opposite him and said, "Chess is a fun game. It's a good way to kill time."
Su Ming: "You don't want to play a game with me, do you? Then you may be disappointed. My chess level is quite average."
He had played chess before, but he only knew the rules and how to move the different pieces. When he actually played the game, he just relied on his feeling. When he was in school, chess was popular in the class for a while. Even among the worst chess players in the class, he was only at an average level.
The old man in the white vest laughed heartily: "Hahaha! That's not necessary. Even if I can't catch anyone playing chess, I won't be so desperate that I will eat anything."
He observed Su Ming carefully and said slowly: "I know everything you did in the town. The fact that you were able to make such a big fuss is enough to show that you are extraordinary."
"Of course, this is not the decisive reason why I came here specifically to find you, but because I feel something special in you. Well, it's hard to describe. Let me think about how to describe it more appropriately..."
He thought for more than ten seconds and said, "A sense of disharmony. Yes, there is a vague sense of disharmony about you. So, you can probably do something for me."
Su Ming looked at the old man in the white vest: "I also feel a sense of disobedience from you."
He had also been here in the game disc, but there was no chess there. Instead, it was a place where the white-haired old man provided him with assistance and helped him deal with the madman.
It seems that as long as he is related to it, the predicted content of the CD will be inaccurate. This situation is really rare.
The fact that this situation could occur meant that this old man was no ordinary person.
The old man touched his chin and said, "Well, you are indeed very perceptive, young man. You must be a very special person among the selected players in this game." "I was once a selected player in a strange game. Later, I got a retirement qualification and came to this small town called Huaishu Town to retire."
"At first, everything was normal, and I lived a stable life for decades. But when I got older, things started to change."
"All kinds of weird things started happening in the town, and the town became weirder and weirder. Until later, the haunting weird game appeared again, but this time I was no longer the chosen one, but became a plot character. Isn't it magical?"
The old man sighed, "It's true that the tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop! They clearly said that I could retire, but they forced me to re-employ them and didn't pay me. Such a big platform, but they didn't keep their word and played this game. Do you think this is appropriate?"
Su Ming never expected that this old man was once a player. Judging from the timeline, he and they were not from the same batch.
Moreover, he calls it differently, he calls horror games weird games.
"Is it possible that everything is just a coincidence, and that the fact that you were dragged back into this was just a coincidence?" From his point of view, this might be a game loophole.
If this is the case, then the reason why the old man felt that there was a vague sense of disharmony about him might be the subtle induction between the game loopholes.
The old man in the white vest nodded, "I can only hope so. I don't want to be targeted by that game again, or else there will be a lot of trouble again."
"By the way, young man, I called you here this time because I hope you can help me do something." The old man in the white vest changed the subject and said, "According to my observation, the source of all the trouble here lies in that madman and the old locust tree. I hope that after completing the task, you can help me kill them."
"Well, if the rules of the game don't change too much, this is a good thing for us. After we get rid of them, the game may not continue to pay attention to this place, and you can get a higher rating. This is a win-win situation!"
Su Ming showed a bit of difficulty on his face. "To be honest, both of them are difficult to kill. My original plan was just to touch the taboo and survive for a certain period of time. You should also take on this type of task. As long as you do it, my task evaluation will be full."
The old man in the white vest nodded: "I understand, I totally understand. If an old man asks you for help, I will definitely not just talk, I will let you go, and I will also provide you with some help."
"It's just that I'm not in a position to take action, because I'm worried about disrupting the arrangement of that game and making others keep an eye on it. Otherwise, I would have taken action and killed them a long time ago."
As he spoke, he dug out a dusty wooden box from under the bed, found a stack of yellow paper from among the odds and ends inside, and handed it to Su Ming.
The old man said, "In addition to liking chess, I also practiced calligraphy for a while. These are my calligraphy works from a few years ago, prepared for that broken tree."
"The players who came here before were all useless. Even if we gave them good things, they couldn't use them well, so they just stayed in the bottom of the box."
On several pieces of yellow and white talisman paper, the strokes were as sharp as sharp arrows, like real dragons transformed from lightning, coiled on them, exuding a strong majesty.
(End of this chapter)