This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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The walking corpse's life is more difficult than he imagined.

He has no sense of taste, no sense of smell, and things more than ten meters away are only a blur of light and shadow, and he can't see anything clearly.

Relying on his own will, he manipulated his body with difficulty and walked towards the north.

He was going to make sure his wife and children were safe.

His journey was not peaceful. Although the walking corpse did not need to eat, his body was much weaker than when he was alive, and a child could completely destroy his body.

Moreover, the north is still the territory of human beings, and there are a large number of soldiers guarding it. It is too difficult to be safe.

I don't know if it was luck or something else favored him, but he dragged his body like this to avoid the guards and went deep into the north step by step.

Following the marks left by his wife, he came out day and night, and followed the marks little by little.

Every time he found a corpse, he would go up to it carefully to see if it belonged to his family.

Every time he checked it would make his heart stop beating a little, and finding a similar-looking corpse would fill him with despair, and then hope again when he found out it wasn't.

In order to find the mark, he was almost spotted several times, and had to hide by the side of the road and pretend to be an ordinary corpse, which escaped the pursuers.

As the journey progressed, he found that his body was getting more and more dilapidated.

His body had begun to rot, with his right leg beginning to rot from the bite and eventually breaking off at the knee and falling to the ground.

He had to replace his body with various branches so that he could barely walk.

The nerves in his body were completely dead, even if a wild dog gnawed off a piece of meat from his body, he didn't feel anything.

The only motivation to support him is his family.

His brain also began to rot, and the memories of the past slowly faded, and the only thing left was the faces of his family members and the persistence to ensure their safety.

When he finally arrived at his destination, he didn't know what kind of miracle he had created.

A miracle accomplished by will and determination.

When he climbed a hill and saw the refugee camp in the distance, he froze suddenly.

In the refugee camp, he saw a familiar figure.

A figure that he will never forget even if he turns into dust.

Throwing away his crutches, he roared and rushed towards the opponent, and the cloak used for camouflage was also lifted, revealing a face that was almost completely rotten.

(Luna!)

Hearing the roar, the other party turned his head and saw himself.

However, unlike his own excitement, the opponent's eyes were full of fear, and he was unable to move because of fear.

Rushing along the slope, he finally saw the other party, and saw his current appearance in the other party's terrified eyes.

yes……

I am already dead……

At this moment, the girl who finally broke free from her fear screamed, "Brother, help!"

A sword light flashed across, cutting Jin directly from the waist.

Spinning and rolling in the air, he saw his attacker.

is his son.

The other party is full of anger now, and they are a lot bigger than before, and they have the temperament of a veteran who has been tempered.

ah……

So I've been dead for so long.

Then she...

Is it my daughter...

Where is she then?

Turning his head reluctantly, he saw a middle-aged woman coming out of the tent.

Although there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and his body had become a little fatter, Jin recognized at a glance that the other party was Luna.

you are still alive……

Very good……

That would be great...

The safety of his family fills his heart with happiness.

The belief that supported him to come here was finally fulfilled, making his decayed body lose its last support, and his consciousness gradually died out.

And the last scene he saw was Luna pushing away her son's protection and rushing over, holding his already decayed hand, and holding him tightly in her arms.

"You're back, Kim." The other party sobbed.

(Well, I'm back.)

After that, his consciousness was interrupted.

"Kim, what's wrong with you?"

After waking up, Jin raised his head blankly, and was surprised to find that Luna was beside him.

The long dream just now is fading, the dream is being forgotten, and finally even the forgetting itself will be forgotten.

"I had a dream, a long dream."

"It must have been a funny dream. Because you were crying and laughing at the same time."

"Well, it should be. Luna, I have something very important to say: please marry me."

Above the dreamland, several figures floated there.

They are existences beyond the dream, and people in the dream can't feel their arrival at all.

After watching Jin's dream from the sidelines, Lu Fan couldn't help clapping his hands slightly.

"It's a good script. Has the director got the hang of it?" Lu Fan couldn't help asking, "His style changes so fast, I'm not used to it."

The weak chicken man on the side shook his head: "No, you haven't seen the original plot. You can guess the beginning of the script and you will never guess the end. After all, you would never have guessed that Fa Hai will come out to deal with Dawei Tianlong in the end."

Lu Fan imagined the scene for a while, and a feeling of a B-grade movie came to him.

Pointing down, Lu Fan continued to ask: "Then this is..."

"Please let me explain." The god of dreams like a Christmas tree appeared here, and bowed to Lu Fan with a smile, "Because your needs are more urgent and the quantity is relatively large, so we can only set the beginning. We can only provide a general outline of the future plot direction, and the specific details are determined by their own imagination and their own will."

Pointing to the bottom, the God of Dreams continued: "For example, Jin, we only set the beginning and some key points, but later he was able to go to the end and reunite with his relatives entirely because of his own will. .”

"So that's it. It seems that he is more determined than we imagined. He did a good job. I got a lot of points just for this one person. There are 7,000 people doing it at the same time, and we are not far from getting out of trouble."

"Thank you for your compliment." The God of Dreams said again, "This is not an area I know. It takes a lot of divine power to come here, so I can't stay for too long. I will leave the rest to the weak chicken man to help You solve it."

"Okay. The last question, I see that in every dream, as long as childhood sweethearts or wives appear, they all appear in the form of Luna. Why?"

"Because Luna is the most frequent visitor to the Land of Dreams, we know her best. Every time she comes here, she will play all kinds of embarrassing games with the Angel I imagined. Many fairies have learned it badly. Now it's time to play the shy game."

The weak chicken man on the side immediately became energetic and asked excitedly, "Can I join?"

"The size is wrong."

"I can change it!"

Looking at the current appearance of the weak chicken man, Lu Fan tugged at the swordsman who came in together: "Keep an eye on him, if he makes a mistake, he will be killed."

"Don't worry, I have experience."

After sending away the God of Dreams, the group continued to observe other people's dreams.

Under the effect of the dream, they constantly experienced various happiness and various despairs, and the intertwined emotions made Lu Fan's accumulation of points continuously increase.

Besides, watching other people dream is also a very interesting entertainment.

Every time these treasure hunters who act as batteries complete a dream, their own threshold will increase a little.

Therefore, after reincarnation, their next part will usher in a higher level of happiness and a higher level of despair, thus stimulating them to provide more points.

Moreover, the cycle of dreams is very fast, often a cycle of more than ten minutes, which makes Lu Fan feel that this way of scoring is really cool.

Just as they were eating hot pot and singing, waiting for the day when they had enough points to go back, a sober treasure hunter suddenly heard the president's call.

Confused, he came to the president's room, knocked on the door and asked, "President, do you have any orders?"

The door was gently pulled open from the inside.

Seeing the things inside, the treasure hunter's pupils dilated sharply, and immediately wanted to run away, but hundreds of sticky tentacles rushed out from the inside, dragging the treasure hunter at the door in.

Amidst the intense chewing, Peter's voice sounded gloomy: "It's not enough."

In their original world, the Death Demon God sitting on the throne also showed a ferocious smile: "That's right, it's not enough."

The flames swayed around him, and the swaying torches printed the shadow of the Death Demon God on the ground, as if countless tentacles were dancing crazily together, swaying crazy dance steps.

The poison of the foolish god is spreading.

Now, it's the turn of the Death Demon God.

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