Zhong Mu nodded knowingly, and for some reason, thinking of the person lying in the coffin, he felt much more at ease.
After the black fog dissipated, the town was cleaning up the mess. As expected, the dungeon players started making trouble, putting pressure on the town to get their items back no matter what, saying they no longer trusted the town.
The town's players also resolutely refused to respond to their demands, refusing to give the other side the opportunity to become hostile to the town.
Zhong Mu observed the entire process of the riot and the pressure exerted, noting that the first group of people would wait at the base for a while before setting off in a planned manner, and would continuously harass the town area.
He quickly disguised himself and went to check out the small base near the bus stop, pretending to be a doctor.
Sure enough, as soon as they got closer, they saw Ling Feng standing there, explaining something to the people below. They couldn't take back their props by force, so they could only slowly wear them down.
"Everyone should take turns to cause trouble and wear them down, while observing when they change guards. We'll always find an opportunity to snatch back our items. If all else fails, we can observe the guard change times and steal from them. We must become independent and not trust the town!"
After Yin Xiu left the town, Ling Feng's resolve became even stronger: he was determined to be hostile to the town and not trust its people.
Perhaps he had some dissatisfaction before, but he didn't show it in front of Yin Xiu. As soon as Yin Xiu left, he immediately stopped pretending.
Zhong Mu silently tried to get closer to listen, but Ling Feng immediately dismissed the others after seeing Zhong Mu appear, and then walked towards Zhong Mu.
"Where did you go? Are you alright?" He looked Zhong Mu, who was actually Mu He, up and down to make sure he was safe and sound. "You weren't attacked by the black mist, were you?"
Zhong Mu shook his head. "I'm hiding."
Ling Feng seemed relieved, then smiled and said, "We are planning to reclaim our items. When we players unite, we won't be afraid of being suppressed by the town's players. Anyway, the players who mutated into monsters are on our side, so they won't attack us, they'll only attack the people in the town."
Zhong Mu then realized that the mutated players would not attack dungeon players, but only the people in the town, who were the sacrifices. Just as they said, they were indeed helpers sent to the dungeon players.
But if Zhong Mu seals this helper into a wooden doll using a prop... will the black mist bring about some strange changes during the next attack?
Zhong Mu was somewhat worried, as he could see that the black mist was following the normal procedure, helping the dungeon players kill the people in the town.
"Hmm..." Zhong Mu responded casually.
Ling Feng frowned, carefully examining Zhong Mu's expression. "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
"No." Zhong Mu shook his head lightly. His ordinary expression was filtered through a hundred layers of beauty through the doctor's face, making Ling Feng look extremely worried, which made people want to explore his troubles.
"It's alright, trust me." Ling Feng assured Zhong Mu confidently, then led her to a place with papers on the ground, pointed to the rules on the ground, and asked, "What's this?"
Zhong Mu thought they had found some new rules, so he quickly lowered his head to observe them carefully. Then he discovered that these were the rules that the town players had forged, which were originally intended to restrict players in dungeons.
"I've read the rules, is there anything wrong with them?" Zhong Mu looked up at Ling Feng, puzzled.
Ling Feng squatted down and pointed to one of them, "Look here."
[Town Rule Seven: Everyone, absolutely do not approach room 103 in Alley A. Do not be curious, do not get close, or you will bear the consequences.]
"The people in town seem to be very protective of this room 103. Our people tried to get close to check it out, but they were all turned away. To this day, no one knows what's inside. I suspect that it contains something very important to the players in the town, and it could be a breakthrough for us."
Zhong Mu stared intently at the seventh rule, which was originally written to warn and deter dungeon players from messing around here. But now that the situation had changed, it had caused the dungeon players to misunderstand.
What are your plans?
Ling Feng smirked as he pondered, "We plan to send someone to sneak in and check things out the next time the black fog comes, and eliminate whatever's inside, no matter what it is."
"If we really can't get in…" Ling Feng's eyes gradually turned threatening, "we might as well burn it down and see what happens."
Zhong Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he almost instantly felt murderous. As long as he killed the man in front of him who posed a threat to the town, both Boss Ye and the town would be safe.
But when he glanced around, there were too many people around. If he killed Ling Feng, it would be difficult for him to escape. If he failed, he might become a hostage used by the dungeon players to threaten the town. It was better to be on the safe side.
The town is in a very dangerous situation; there is no room for error.
Zhong Mu suppressed his displeasure and murderous intent, and tried his best to glare fiercely.
"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" Ling Feng looked down and saw a pair of gray eyes staring straight at him, the pupils unfocused and hazy. The fair face was innocent, harmless, and gentle, showing no sign of killing intent. The fact that the eyes were staring at him so intently made him feel a little embarrassed.
"It's nothing, I just think your plan is really good." Zhong Mu tried her best to keep smiling.
But to others, this smile appears gentle, friendly, and very approachable.
"By the way, we're in dire need of props right now. Everyone's sharing what little they have left. You should have some too, right?" After a moment of distraction, Ling Feng didn't forget to get down to business and stared at Zhong Mu for a while.
Zhong Mu's expression tightened. Apart from Mu He's heart, he didn't have any other important items on him. However, apart from Mu He's heart being stored separately in a storage container, all the other items were stored together. If he took them out, they would all be taken away.
"My props were all taken by the people in the town," Zhong Mu tried to hide, not wanting to reveal them.
But Ling Feng clearly didn't believe it. "The town will give you other items. You should have other items, right?"
Zhong Mu remained silent, and could only grit his teeth and take out his usual prop bag, which was better than discovering Mu He's heart.
His prop bag contained a variety of commonly used props. Since he was a newcomer in the town, he wouldn't get any high-end props. They were all props that he had chosen himself and that he found useful, such as a flashlight that could keep the light on, some dry food, communication tools, some healing medicine, and his most handy fire axe.
Each player in the town carries a small notebook, a must-have for recording information, which he keeps hidden in his pocket, unafraid of being discovered.
"They gave you quite a lot of things?" Ling Feng was surprised.
The town was reluctant to give them too much, but Zhong Mu's item bag contained many useful and versatile items, and even a weapon, which was something that no other player had.
"Actually, I hid some of them myself... like that axe... The others were given to me more because they saw I was weak." Zhong Mu explained, trying to keep a smile on his face.
Then they saw Ling Feng take the axe and weigh it in his hand. "This is not bad. Weapons are what we need most. Requisition it."
Zhong Mu screamed silently in his heart, his eyes filled with grief as he looked at the axe.
Then the communication device was also taken away. "This works too. We do need to keep in touch."
Then he took all three butterflies. Although one of them was connected to the town, it wouldn't respond unless it heard Zhong Mu's voice, so he wasn't worried about being exposed.
But with his communications taken away, he could no longer remotely tell the townspeople that they were eyeing Boss Ye's room.
Zhong Mu frowned; he knew he needed to go back to the small town.
Just as he was pondering this, a communication butterfly was handed to Zhong Mu. Ling Feng coughed lightly and said solemnly, "These two communications are connected, just in time for you and me. You can contact each other if needed."
Zhong Mu glanced at Butterfly Communications, then at Ling Feng, who looked somewhat embarrassed.
Bah! What a scheming man! He's clearly using this as an excuse to seduce the doctor!