"It seems that my level is the lowest among this group of people..."

Li Ang thought to himself: "If players in the cooperative mission really cannot hurt each other, it would be a good thing to meet seniors, and at least they can get a lot of information."

Xing Hechou saw that everyone had opened the player's personal information, and he felt relieved and said with a smile: "Very good, the trust of team members is a good start to complete the task.

Let me introduce it first. I have performed four regular tasks, two script tasks, and are good at close combat and emergency medical treatment. Just call me Lao Xing."

With this example, Wanli Fengdao introduced himself: "I use a long sword, understand martial arts a little, and are good at assassination. You can call me Xiaodao Brother."

Brother Xiaodao... Li Ang glanced at Wanli Fengdao's greasy middle-aged face with a wretched beard and said nothing.

As if he noticed Li Ang’s strange gaze, Wan Lifengdao twitched his lips and said with his eyes, "What are you looking at? What's wrong with calling me brother? I'm also a post-90s."

What?

Xing Hechou couldn't help but look at Wanli Fengdao. The monk widened his eyes and couldn't believe it. Even the cold-faced woman who didn't say a word came to her.

"I'm really a post-90s!" Wan Li Fengdao said anxiously and angry, "I just look a little older."

Is that a little bit? This has been overloaded for at least 20 years, right? It’s believed that you are 42 or 3 years old.

Without mentioning the Wanli Fen Knife who looked anxious, the little monk put his palms together and said, "I have some strength in my wisdom."

Stewed cakes? I'm still soaking buns.

Wanli Fengdao complained in his heart. Looking at Hui Bian, who had a soft face and a red lips and white teeth, he felt a palpitation in his heart, and coughed and said, "How could you be a monk?"

"It's like a fake one." Hui Bing smiled. The right smile and slightly raised corners of his eyes made Wanli Fengdao feel a cold current flowing through his back, and subconsciously turned his face and looked elsewhere.

This monk is poisonous.

The cold-faced woman wearing night clothes said, "Liu Wudai, use a bow."

The voice is nice, the tone is very stable, simple, and cold.

It was Li Ang's turn, and he pushed the face-changing mask on his face and said,

"Hello everyone, I am the Monkey King, a personal mercenary who has been practicing for two and a half years. I like to sing, dance, and rap. Speaking of Monkey King, the film of African warlords' melee will begin in the second half of this year. I will continue to play Monkey King Sun Wukong, using the artistic image of Monkey King to create a positive image, with both literary and stylists and promoting Chinese culture..."

Li Ang was polite and as soon as he opened his mouth, Xing He cried out and said awkwardly: "Uh... Brother Li, you don't have to say so much, just introduce your own specialties."

Although no one will share all their true information, it is the first person who is as arrogant as you, who is as arrogant as you.

God, Monkey King.

"That's it." Li Ang had just written a lot of self-introduction drafts, but now he couldn't use them, and he was very disappointed. He curled his lips and said, "My little finger is very long."

After saying that, Li Ang stretched out his palm, clenched his fists with four fingers, and exposed his little finger.

Xing Hechou's eyes twitched, "It's not this."

"The fourth toe on my left foot is particularly long." Li Ang was about to take off his boots and prove himself.

Are you kid teasing me?

Xing Hechou took a deep breath and stopped Li Ang from taking off his boots. He felt that his cerebral blood pressure index was soaring, "It's not this."

"Oh, my beep--very long."

"Please be sure not to be a hooligan, thank you, and why do you have to add a sound effect to yourself?"

If the Special Affairs Bureau had not requested the field staff to attract private players as much as possible, Xing Hechou might have used force to subdue the "companion" of the suspected mentally ill patient in front of him.

Li Ang pretends to be crazy and stupid not only because of his personal bad taste.

It is also because he suspected that Xing Hechou, a veteran player who acted like a soldier and could produce professional unmanned reconnaissance records every minute, had an official background, and deliberately used the help of jokes to take the opportunity to analyze Xing Hechou's behavior and collect information.

"Um..." Li Ang frowned and thought for a moment, "I can open my spiritual consciousness and identify spiritual bodies. Is this a specialty."

"Oh?" Xing Hechou's eyes lit up. He activated the special ability of psychic vision, which he cherished very much in both the real world and in script tasks.

"Think about it," Xing Hechou Zhanyan smiled: "If we have this ability, we can foresee supernatural factors in advance and avoid danger to a great extent."

As a professional soldier and field office worker of the Special Affairs Bureau, Xing Hechou had the responsibility to recruit and absorb the private players he met in the cooperation mission. He originally thought that Li Ang was just a new Lv3 player with no help, so he had to change his behavior strategy...

[The main task has been updated, go to Guhan Temple within ten minutes]

The system prompt sounded in everyone's ears, and Xing Hechou's expression changed slightly: "10 minutes? Everyone, I wonder who you are better at detecting?"

"I." Wanli Fengdao walked slowly to a big tree on the side of the road, looked up at the treetops, took a breath, and gently stepped on the loess road.

The whole person jumped into the air, and his ten fingers were like extremely sharp mountaineering ice axes, and they were deeply chiseled into the tree trunk.

I saw wood chips splashing, and the Thousand Mile Seal Knife looked like agile monkey. I used my hands and feet together. I climbed up to the treetops in a few seconds. After looking around, I quickly slid down the trunk, patted the mud in my hand, and said calmly,

"Along this road, about 700 meters west, there is a broken temple at the foot of the mountain, which should be the task location. There is smoke rising from behind the low mountain to the east, and there may be an ancient village or something."

"Are the village?"

Xing Hechou nodded and took out a small black suitcase the size of a briefcase from the backpack bar.

He put the suitcase on the ground, turned the password lock to open it, and there was a silver-gray drone, a large-capacity battery, a spare propeller, a flat-panel remote control with a display screen and other accessories.

Xing Hechou took out the silver-gray drone, put it on the ground to calibrate the balance, picked up the remote control in a tablet-shaped manner, and operated the drone to take off until it escaped into the clouds and was invisible to the naked eye.

When controlling the drone, this player with the highest level did not avoid the eyes of others peeping at the remote control screen, and generously shared the screen with everyone.

In the high-rise overlooking view, there is an ancient village located on a vast plain. The low-rise mud-tiled building complex with green bricks and green tiles is rising with smoke. The entire village is penetrated by a small ribbon-like river, divided into two.

With the village as the center, the fields spread outwards, and the thousands of hectares of fertile fields are visible, reflecting golden light in the setting sun.

The old man wearing a straw raincoat, the scalper walking on the road, the child wearing old linen clothes and snot running around, the Qianshou farmer wearing a shirt and a shirt on the top, a shirt on the bottom, a straw sandal, and a hoe...

All elements together weave a picture of the ancient rural areas of China.

And to the north, you can vaguely see an ancient city with a large area.

The drone flew back slowly, headed west along the path, and came to the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain is an open and flat open space, with a dilapidated temple located in the middle. Large open spaces on both sides and behind the temple are overgrown with weeds, but you can vaguely see traces of the farming.

The temple covers a small area, and the paint on the red wall tiles outside the temple fell, and green vines climbed up along the base of the wall, spreading wildly.

The green tiles on the roof were broken and covered with dead leaves.

The pavement in front of the temple is paved with square blue stone slabs, and two rows of stone lamp posts are placed on both sides of the stone road, but no one has taken care of for a long time, and the lamps are covered with dust.

On the red lacquered door screen, there are three big words "Guhan Temple" written on the wooden plaque.

The drone flew low, hovering above Guhan Temple, looking down from a high place.

There is a white copper pagoda in the center of the courtyard of Guhan Temple, with bell towers and drum towers on the left and right, the Heavenly King Hall on the front, and the Great Hall and the Sutra Library behind. The monk's room and the Celestial Hall are arranged on both sides of Zhengzhong Road. The innermost side of the entire building complex is the printing study room, the warehouse and the warehouse with the sign of the Changsheng Library.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

Due to the scope of investigation, Xing Hechou quietly controlled the drone and flew back, put it back in his suitcase. At this time, Wanli sealed the knife and realized it and said hesitantly: "Well, old Xing, don't you have a drone? Why did you let me climb onto a tree just now to observe around?"

Xing Hechou didn't trust Wanli Fengdao. He used drones to confirm the surrounding terrain and landforms, and to determine the specific age.

The strong man with a national face smiled and said, "It's not that I don't want to use a drone. The background of the script mission is good in modern times. If the background is in ancient or another world, there are very likely monsters and monsters in classical monster stories and monks outside the country.

The rash use of drones is likely to attract the attention of these supernatural forces in advance, and even make the plot mission develop in an unpredictable direction."

As a staff member of the Special Affairs Bureau, Xing Hechou has seen many information files left by other players in the past.

When a new player with no brains was performing a teamwork task with a teamwork background in the Tang Dynasty, he presented a laptop with the e-book "Zizhi Tongjian", "History of the Sui, Tang and Five Dynasties in Cambridge, China", and "History of World Industry and Agricultural Technology" to Emperor Gaozong of Tang.

As a result, the plot began to go wild. The player was not only treated as a demon and was executed, but also led to the extraordinary monk hidden in the Tang Empire, who drove thousands of flying swords and chased the player's teammates all the way.

At present, the extraordinary power of the Republic in the real world is not enough to interact with the "script world" that is used as a background board in the script task. Even this interaction itself is considered by think tanks to be a hidden danger.

After all, no one wants to see a Tang Empire running into the era of industrialization, sending millions of steampunk-style mechanical sword immortal monks to contact the real world republic...

Therefore, the field staff of the Special Affairs Bureau should still take preservation as their top priority, and explore interaction is only ranked second.

In the plot mission with ancient times as the background, ghosts, monsters, monsters and monsters may appear at any time. Use modern technology with caution and minimize the frequency even if used.

No one dared to test the 10-minute time limit given by the system. Xing Hechou quickly put away the drone and took the lead in walking in the front. The group walked west along the path and soon arrived at Guhan Temple at the foot of the mountain.

Although the drone has been reconnaissed, when everyone walks closer, they can more clearly realize the destruction, desolation, and secludedness of the temple.

"This is a ghost place, it's enough to use it as the filming set of "A Chinese Ghost Story".

Wanli Fengdao stood on the stone road, gently stroked the dust in the stone lamp post with his palm, and sneered, "Who are you first?"

Xing Hechou glanced at the remaining few people. The beauty named Liu Wudai, who had never said a word from the moment before. The little monk Huibing looked cowardly and looked timid. The young man wearing the Monkey King mask was too low, and he was not reliable no matter how he looked at it.

Oh....

Xing Hechou glanced at Li Ang, "Can you see that there is something wrong with it?"

Li Ang opened his cat's eyes, swept it with his spiritual sense twice, shook his head, "I didn't find any problem, but I can't be sure there is no danger."

Xing Hechou nodded,

Everyone watched Lao Xing step on the blue stone slab and walked to the steps in front of the hall step by step, but heard Li Ang say, "Wait a minute!"

Li Ang spoke quickly and quickly, his voice was low and serious, and he was so shocked that Wanli sealed his sword to draw out his long sword. Liu Wudai pulled out his long bow. Xing He was so sad that he jumped back to his teammates, holding the long halberd tightly, and blocking Hui Bing.

A group of people stood with weapons, standing back to back, observing the movements around, fearing where the enemy jumped out.

They still remember that Li Ang had spiritual consciousness and was the team's first line of defense against supernatural phenomena.

"Don't be nervous, everyone." Li Ang, who was surrounded in the center, scratched his head. "I just saw Lao Xing's shoelaces fall off, just remind me."
To be continued...