Please draw your way of death

Chapter 101 Know?

Ning Mian couldn't dwell on this question for too long, because when he followed the crowd to the main hall, everything in front of him had already given him the answer.

The interior of the hall is very empty, and there is a half-person-high box in the middle. The humans who entered the hall consciously lined up, drew something from the box, and then left from the other direction.

But it was obviously not the scene in the main hall that made Ning Mian stunned. His eyes fell on the person behind the half-person tall box, and he almost forgot what he was here for.

"Be more conscious when you draw a card. If the card is empty, you can turn around and leave the hall. If you have handwriting, please go to the next room along the road next to it. Someone will be in charge of arranging for you." Lazy With a careless voice, the people in front of him walked by one by one, but the person half leaning against the table didn't even look at it, just staring at the objects in his hand with lowered eyes.

It was a black card, the style and size of which were exactly the same as the cards in the system. If it was not clear that the person in front of him was definitely not a player, Ning Mian would really feel that this person would look up at him in the next second. Then he said to him with a relaxed face - "It's really late."

"Isn't this something from the card drawer? Why did you take it out?" A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Meng Qishu almost didn't have to turn his head to know who was speaking.

"Just for fun, if it violates the rules, then I will put it back?" His gaze swept over coolly, and Omeland's familiar face happened to appear in his sight.

Omeland smiled slightly, didn't say anything, just stood quietly beside him three steps away.

Meng Qishu didn't like being stared at by him very much, so he didn't even have any interest in playing cards.

Originally, he simply felt that this little object was very familiar, and he had a rare chance to stand on guard, so he took one for himself to play with, but who knew that the lingering Omelander finally came.

"You seem to be very idle." Meng Qishu threw the card into the box, looked away from Omeland, but there was no expression on his face.

"How to say?"

"According to the order of the lottery, I am the person in charge today." Meng Qishu patted the top of the box with a bit of impatience on his face, which meant chasing customers, "What are you here for?"

"Let's see if there is anything you need help with?" Omeland still smiled, and seemed to have a good temper.

But Meng Qishu knew exactly what kind of madness this guy was when he became paranoid in private.

Because of this, he never easily believed the harmless appearance of this guy on the surface.

"If you are serious," Meng Qishu also smiled, but there was not much sincerity in the smile, "then maybe I really need your help with something."

"what's up?"

"For example, stand guard here, wait for them to draw lots, or lead the drawn people to the moon sacrifice ceremony later."

So Omeland showed a bit of confusion at the right time: "Isn't this your job?"

"So where else do you think your help is needed?"

Omeland's gaze turned to Meng Qishu's face, and he saw the slightly mocking expression on the other side.

"Then maybe...it's also a good choice for me to stand by the side."

Omelande couldn't get another answer from Meng Qishu, because the other party's attention was drawn away by someone else's voice before he finished speaking.

"Sorry, your arm seems to be blocking the window for me to draw the card."

Meng Qishu was taken aback by the sudden voice. His first reaction was to withdraw his arm that was resting on the box just now, and his second reaction was to remember to look for the person who made the sound.

What fell into his sight was a man's face, which was familiar, but it did not belong to anyone in his memory.

It was a man queuing up to participate in the Moon Festival, a little taller than him. Seeing him move his arm, instead of picking up the cards in the box, he glanced at his face, and then walked past him lightly. behind him.

If there is no accident, there seems to be only Omeland behind him.

So Meng Qishu's gaze followed the man and swept behind him, and landed on Omi Lande.

Omelande was looking at the man with a gentle and humble smile in his eyes, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, which made Meng Qishu feel uncomfortable.

It's a bit provocative, mixed with fearlessness and madness in his bones.

"Know?" Meng Qishu frowned and asked.

Although Omelander has an unrestrained and wild temper, he rarely shows strong emotions to other people.

But when facing this man, he rarely showed some personal feelings.

As if hearing Meng Qishu's words, Omiland lowered his eyes a little, and when he turned his head to face Meng Qishu, the provocation in his eyes disappeared, and instead, there was a layer of ambiguity.

The smile on his lips deepened, but he didn't answer Meng Qishu's question. He just followed Meng Qishu's example and asked those two words back: "Know?"

Meng Qishu frowned even deeper.

Sure enough, neuropathy should be tied up, and it's really annoying to get sick every now and then.

"Hey, you!" Meng Qishu stopped looking at Omi Rand, he turned his head and yelled at a little vampire who was busy managing order, pointed in Omi Rand's direction and said with disgust, "Throw him out."

The little blood race glanced at the smiling Omelande, and when he turned to look at Meng Qishu, his eyes widened, as if he was confirming the authenticity of Meng Qishu's order.

Lose who?Lost Omeland?Lost blood prince?

Is this really the right person?

"You heard me right, what was thrown was that silly thing over there." As if he could see the hesitation in the eyes of the little blood race, Meng Qishu repeated it with absolute certainty, "Throw him out, and the accident will be blamed on Huai Wu .”

Little Blood Race: ...

If I remember correctly, Huaiwu seems to be the lord of the blood clan.

Help!One prince wants to throw the other prince out, and after throwing it away, he will blame the lord!

Meng Qishu, the chief culprit who did this thing, not only ignored the life and death in the little blood race's heart, but turned his head indifferently, tapped the box twice with his fingertips, and urged the man in front of him: "Don't stand still, finish smoking!" There is someone else behind the card."

Ning Mianchu's gaze was withdrawn from Omi Lande who was respectfully invited out, and when it landed on Meng Qishu, he subconsciously leaned in his direction. The opening of the card is stretched in to draw the card.

"What will be written on the drawn card?"

"It should be a word 'blood'." Without Omi Lande by his side, Meng Qishu's mood obviously improved a lot, and he was much more patient in answering questions than before, "The red one looks like it occupies half of the card. .”

"Then..." Ning Mian finally stretched out her hand from the box, turned over the drawn card and took a look, then handed it to Meng Qishu for him to see, "Is it like this?"

On the pure black background of the card, there was a red writing - "Blood".

Meng Qishu was stunned for a moment, apparently he didn't expect the person in front of him to be so lucky, he just finished describing the appearance of the drawn card one second, and he drew it the next second.

So he couldn't help but look at the person in front of him a few more times.

Looking at it from such a close distance, it's not just the face, there seems to be something else, which makes him feel a sense of familiarity for no reason.

"It's this card, that's right..." Meng Qishu looked away from Ning Mian's life, and finally glanced at that card. He raised a hand and pointed to the position behind the main hall, "From there Go through the corridor, and someone will meet you."

"Okay." Ning Mian's final gaze fell on Meng Qishu, resisting some kind of impulse, and then walked over there.

Listening to Meng Qishu's conversation just now, it seems that he is also the person in charge of the Moon Festival.

So there is still a chance to meet.

Ning Mian finally walked through the corridor in the direction Meng Qishu pointed, and sure enough, two little blood races came forward to check his cards, and then took him to a room.

Pushing open the door and entering, two pairs of eyes met each other.

Ning Mian finally walked into the house silently, and the little blood clan who led the way behind him closed the door silently and left.

He looked at the middle-aged man he had just met a few minutes ago on the sofa, and nodded his head.

"You're lucky, you got a blood card?" Seeing that Ning Mian finally sat down on another sofa, the middle-aged man spoke first.

"It's not luck, I didn't draw a card." Ning Mian finally had a good impression of this player, so she lost a little bit of vigilance.

The middle-aged man seemed to be a bit interested, he leaned forward, with an air of listening attentively: "That's..."

"The cards of the Moon Festival are very similar to the cards of the dungeon, almost exactly the same," Ning Mian finally put the card that had been checked by the little blood race on the table, and saw the "" written in the center of the card. The word "blood" suddenly changed and gradually melted into the black background, "So I replaced it with a dungeon card."

"Crack" "crack" "crack"!

After three loud applause, under Ning Mian's unwavering gaze, the middle-aged man clasped his hands together, with a hint of approval on his face: "It's rare to meet someone who thinks the same. "

Ning Mian was not surprised.

The middle-aged man can come here, apart from being lucky enough to draw the blood card, it seems that this is the only way.

And when he said that he didn't draw a card, the middle-aged man showed obvious interest, which showed that the other party probably came in through methods other than drawing cards.

"Are you alone in this room?" Ning Mian looked around, it was hard to imagine that from the time the card was drawn to the present, only the two of them came here.

"For now, yes." The middle-aged man nodded, "That is to say, before us, no one came here through luck."

Ning Mian finally remembered that there were actually two other players before him.

It seems that the other party failed to draw the card of the blood race, nor did they find a second way to enter here.

It is also unknown when other players will discover this loophole.

This level is not too difficult. If you can think about it, you can actually find a way to pass it very easily.