After I traveled through the book, I became an NPC in a horror novel

Chapter 172: The Train of the Dead 15 (End)

Sometimes the system really makes people hate it, and this time it was obviously deliberately making things difficult for them. If it weren't for that quick-talking person just now, they would have probably spent a lot of time looking for a way to activate it.

After gaining strength, everyone felt clear-headed, relaxed, and stronger...

“Why do I feel like it’s useless…”

A player complained quietly, and then gained everyone's approval.

"Yeah, I feel a little more awake."

"I don't feel hungry or sleepy anymore."

"So what's the use?"

"..."

Amidst the silence, the man in the bucket hat took a deep breath.

"Don't worry about it. Just hold on. The system has explained it, so it's useful."

As soon as he finished saying this, the mutated villagers in the opposite camp showed fear on their faces and retreated timidly, as if they had seen something terrible, and turned around and ran away.

"Fuck, what's going on?"

The player who had wanted to hit the student boy before cursed angrily, saying that they did not have any players with outstanding strength, and they would most likely lose against the Fisherman Hat team.

There is no mandatory requirement to fight to the death in the confrontation dungeon, but in fact the losing party is likely to fail to pass the dungeon. So, this is no different from forcing players to fight to the death in disguise.

After seeing everyone in the train camp looking at him, this man quickly became cowardly.

The next step is to take revenge and complain.

*

After eating and drinking his fill, Yang Guang leaned comfortably on the bamboo chair that Liang Yue had found for him and swung his feet.

The bamboo chair is the most common kind with a backrest, which is the kind of bamboo chair that Yang Guang used to live with his grandparents when he was a child.

There were a few clear bird calls coming from the forest, the sky was slightly dark, and the sound of water splashing came from one side. Yang Guang felt that he had never felt so comfortable in the past few days.

Water can be produced by pressing the water well. After washing his hands, Liang Yue sat down on another bamboo chair next to Yang Guang.

The two people were like an old man who sat down to rest after a full meal, one of them looked up at the rising moon with his sleeves tucked in, while the other was looking at the people admiring the moon.

"lamb."

"Ok?"

"How about we two hang out more often in the future?"

Yang Guang slowly turned his head and looked at the lover beside him, his eyes curved like the moon.

"Okay, I'll go wherever you go."

*

"Ding---"

"Congratulations to the train camp for their victory."

Ignoring the enemy players who were being controlled, Fisherman Hat and others showed a relaxed expression.

The man in the bucket hat just turned around to discuss the union matters with the student boy when he saw the stupid young master hiding aside with a sinister look in his eyes.

Everyone was very busy during the team battle, and this young master was also included in the attack range of the monsters in the enemy camp. If he did not fight back, he would only die.

He also thought about continuing to use dirty tricks, but he couldn't pull himself away.

Well… after all, he was a man who needed a bunch of people to protect him when he entered a dungeon. It was just that the black-clad bodyguard who had been following him was nowhere to be seen.

The Fisherman's Hat looked around and found that the living players were basically around here. When he found that the man in black was missing, he was a little surprised.

It seems that some people not only did not get the money, but also lost their lives.

It's really not worth it...

The student boy saw the fisherman hat looking around all the time, so he asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

The fisherman's hat shook his head and said, "It's okay."

The copy ended and everyone's figures gradually faded.

*

After returning home, the young master threw things everywhere to express his dissatisfaction.

"Fuck! What do you mean? What do you mean I've been blacklisted by all the unions? I have plenty of money, but no one wants me?"

The young master yelled into the phone, with the red bloodshot in his eyes clearly visible.

"Yes, if no one takes the call in the future, you can hire a bodyguard through other channels. Goodbye."

The sound of the phone being hung up echoed in the room, and the eldest young master's eyes turned red with anger.

Although nominally only the unions have blacklisted him, in reality individual businesses will no longer hire him. After all, no one wants to offend those unions, and they can't afford to offend them.

“Grass, grass, grass, grass, grass!”

It seems that this young master will have a hard time in the future.

*

After returning to his personal space, Fisherman's Hat did his homework carefully and went through all the rules and regulations that he had not read at the time. Then he found that among the guilds that either had too many rigid rules or had certain high requirements, Soul Land was indeed the most suitable for him.

There are no rigid rules, no self-imposed requirements, and the freedom of movement is reasonable...

The most important thing is that the treatment in Soul Land is really good.

If he could really rise step by step to the level that the student boy said at that time, for the fisherman's hat, his life would be much better than it is now.

But it would be difficult to actually reach that point...

The man in the fisherman's hat thought to himself: It doesn't matter. With my abilities, the treatment won't be bad anyway.

Then the Fisherman's Hat submitted an application for membership.

I originally thought that a union on the list would have a lot of assessment or screening procedures, but Fisherman Hat didn't expect that he would be passed at once.

Bucket Hat: Huh?

Could it be that I was deceived? How could it be so easy to pass the union? It's too casual, isn't it?

"You have a new message."

"President of the Soul Land Guild: A handsome guy who loves making paper figures. I would like to add you as a friend."

Bucket hat: ???

Although he was very confused, Fisherman Hat still agreed to the friend request. The system had marked this person as the president of the union he had just applied for, so even though Fisherman Hat had strong doubts after seeing the name, he still believed that this person was the president of the union.

Bucket Hat: Hello.

A handsome guy who loves making paper figures: Hello, I am the president of the "Soul Land" guild. Our guild is still short of a vice president. Are you interested in this position?

ha?

Is it really possible for me to become the vice president?

Then, after learning about the vice president's salary and benefits, Fisherman's Hat was deeply tempted.

Bucket hat: Yes!

Fisherman’s Hat: Is there any assessment?

The handsome guy who loves making paper figures: Yes, I will place the order in three days and inform you then. We will bind the order together and I will then conduct an in-order assessment on you.

Bucket Hat: Okay!

This is very reasonable, and many guilds assess new members in this way. Most guilds also consider their performance in dungeons before deciding whether to extend an olive branch to them.

I am very satisfied with the bucket hat I found for myself, and the money from my family has also arrived, so I am doubly happy with the bucket hat today.

So, he took off his washed fisherman's hat and decided to cut his long hair today, and then go out for a good meal.

After making the decision, the man in the bucket hat walked out of his cheap, old and shabby rental house.

"Boss, 10 skewers of beef, 5 skewers of pork belly, a few skewers of potatoes, baby cabbage, lotus root slices and chives, and two skewers of toasted buns..."

After ordering everything he wanted to eat, the man in the bucket hat sat on the small stool set up by the boss on the roadside, playing with his phone while waiting for his portion to be packed.

As he was waiting, he felt someone sitting next to him.

The small stools were all free to sit on, so the fisherman didn't even raise his head in his fisherman's hat and continued playing with his phone.

until……

"What a coincidence, we meet again, Boss."