"Picking Wei, Wei also stops, saying "Going" and "Going", but the year is not stopping."

Mu Shaoan was going crazy. By the way, this poem is said to be from the Book of Songs, and its complexity is comparable to that of the "Taishang Ganying Pian" by the Taoists.

For a while, he regretted it very much. The first time he regretted it. He said that the legendary Second War Zone specializes in poetry, prose, travel notes, essays and other genres, music, dance, and paintings.

Who can tell him how to kill viruses in such a war zone?

It would be fine if he had companions, but the problem was that he was the only one.

How to do this?

But the B-level dog card ticket is really rare.

"Are you ready? I'll teleport you here when you're ready. Don't lose face in our fourth war zone. Remember, this time it's a formal anti-virus mission. You must fight out the might of our fourth war zone. I'll prepare a celebration banquet for you here in advance."

"Wait, I have one last question, how should I kill viruses, how should I kill viruses in the world of poetry? Are there any skills?" Mu Shaoan asked quickly. This damn S-712 was only given five minutes on the grounds of military emergency. He was the old man, and he didn't even understand what Caiwei was, so he knew that there was a girl named Xiaofang.

"Don't ask me, I don't know, because I've never been to the Second War Zone to do missions. The anti-virus hunters in that place are very conservative and xenophobic."-712 suddenly blinked.

"What does it mean? Boss, don't just say it all the time. If this continues, you will easily get colds and runny noses."

"Go to your sister, I mean, the anti-virus hunters in the Second War Zone are all ancient people, and there are no modern people, and of course they are not ancient people in the strict sense. They are descendants of ancient people. After all, anti-virus hunters can also have children. Well, you know "The Book of Peach Blossomsland", right, that's right, it's similar to their group of people, who are independent of the world. They reject all technological progress and all poems that do not suit their tastes. So you can't find anything related to modernization in the Second War Zone. No, it's anything related to the steel industry era. Those of them have been cultivated since childhood, and they believe in a sense of honor, uh, time is up, I wish you good luck."-712 opened a book, kicked Mu Shaoan like lightning.

Of course it was not a magical book, but just a teleportation medium licensed by the Second War Zone, and it was a one-way teleportation, because in the blink of an eye, the book was grayed out.

"Oh, a bunch of stubborn old antiques."-712 patted the dust on his hands helplessly, "Mu Shaoan, please beg for your own blessing!"

It is not as concise as the first war zone, nor as big as the fourth war zone, but it is not as comfortable and delicate as the sixth war zone.

But the teleportation in the Second War Zone is still very distinctive, just like the whole person is immersed in the world of pen and ink.

It’s obviously very cold, so I have to draw a few bamboo trees in the west window, and the bamboo leaves are swaying. That’s the artistic conception.

It is obviously very wet, so I have to add a few spring rain and apricot flowers to you. The so-called red flying over the swing is still artistic.

It is obviously stiff and irritating to the butt, so I have to throw it across the distant mountains. The autumn water and the long and lonely sky are still the artistic conception.

In short, it makes you feel uncomfortable, so you can’t say anything more?

So when Mu Shaoan woke up from his coma, he looked at the gurgling water in front of him, the grass on the shore, the bright sky, and the warm sunshine almost thought he had taken the wrong path.

Is this the mission world of the Second War Zone?

Fortunately, this looks normal.

I looked down and saw that the equipment and weapons on my body were there, the territory stones were there, the backpack was there, the attributes were normal, the network was normal, and the store was normal.

There is no main task, Mu Shaoan understands this very well. As scholars, you must be implicit. If you don’t make a mistake in this main task, then you deserve the three words "scholars"?

Obscure, do you understand obscure?

But the scenery here is nice.

After climbing up from the stream, Mu Shaoan estimated that his starting point should be washed down by the water.

Look around, there are cliffs and mountain roads, oh, there is no special mountain road at all, so it is naturally not rugged.

Hearing the unknown bird on the branch, Mu Shaoan was about to find a direction to search. At this moment, he suddenly shook his nose. He was not a dog's nose, but he was also very sensitive. As a person who had been killing on the battlefield for many years, he was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood.

Human blood.

There is a situation.

Mu Shaoan turned his head and headed straight to the upper reaches of the stream. The water volume of this mountain stream is still very large. He is located at a relatively gentle location. When you walk around a mountain bay, you can hear the sound of the stream water. There are waterfalls roaring farther away. The distance is about four or five hundred meters. The reason for this is that the forest is full of trees and lush branches and leaves, which can be soundproofed very well.

The more he moved up, the more bloody he smelled a little stronger.

As he passed through the woods, sure enough, a small waterfall appeared in front of him, a pool, and several corpses stuck on the stones beside the pool.

Looking up at the waterfall, Mu Shaoan immediately confirmed that the battlefield occurred upstream, the body was washed down, and of course it might be a wounded deserter.

Well, although the clothes of the corpse cannot be seen, the rough armor is still very obvious.

At that moment, Mu Shaoan dragged these corpses up, observing the wounds on the corpses while checking their bodies.

But after checking this, he was stunned because these rough-looking leather armors actually have good attributes.

Standard leather armor, blue quality, full body defense +80.

Just one sentence really shocked Mu Shaoan.

What a joke, this can only be regarded as the soldier's leather armor, and it is only of blue quality, and its defense attribute is as high as 80.

You should know that Mu Shaoan's Thousand Mountain Heavy Armor has only +300 defenses.

However, his Qianshanjia is dark gold, and his dark gold quality is big brother.

Such a mere soldier's leather armor has its defensive attributes that are close to one-third of his Qianshan Armor's defensive attributes!

"Bully businessman! You are a blessed businessman on the st platform. I cheated me of 3.5 million st points!"

While cursing in his heart, Mu Shaoan couldn't help but feel chilled on his back, because this only shows one thing, the difficulty of this world is terrifying.

No, no, or more accurately, you are an egg ball in the second battle zone. If you have the ability, don’t throw me into the world of S-level difficulty?

It should, maybe, it's almost the same?

After wiping out the cold sweat, Mu Shaoan didn't dare to be careless anymore. It was said that foreign monks were good at chanting scriptures, but he, the hunter monk from the Fourth War Zone, might not be welcomed by the Second War Zone.

Maybe it was forced to come from the Fourth War Zone. To be honest, Mu Shaoan doesn't think those arrogant and proud ancient humans will smear and ask for help.

Hum, who knows what vicious thoughts are installed in the Fourth War Zone?

As he complained in his heart, Mu Shaoan put away his Qianshan armor in a few seconds and replaced it with soldiers' leather armor, straw sandals, etc. We should act in a low-key manner.

His Qianshanjia is so cool. The key is that he is good-looking, but his attributes are rotten. If he is treated as a general and attacked, wouldn't he die unjustly?

Finally, he buried the soldiers again. Although they were NPCs, Mu Shaoan made a bet and decided from now on that he would be a good person and not betray this world.

Of course, he didn't say that he was actually trying to cover up his traces. He knew what dynasty this was, and he knew what rules there were in this place, so be careful.

Tsk, do you think I am becoming more and more like a standard antivirus hunter?

After climbing over the hills where there was no road at all, following the river, turning a few more bends, and the battlefield ahead suddenly appeared.

This is a relatively gentle mountain valley. You can still see traces of the confrontation between the two armies in the rising fireworks, but in fact, there are only corpses on the ground, about a few hundred, and dozens of soldiers with messy hair that cannot tell the difference between men and women are restraining their bodies. No, they are roughly peeling off the soldiers' armor.

No one spoke, and those living people were like numb living dead people, just stripping armor skillfully and indifferently and picking up weapons. In the distance, groups of crows flew up and landing, quarreling, enjoying this feast of gluttons.

Mu Shaoan stood on the ridge and looked at the scene in a daze. He hoped to find clues, but in fact, what clues were there?

Even he didn't recognize the words on the flag on the battlefield, and it was curved like a earthworm. Who can tell me what this is?

Well, the only thing he can be sure of is that this is the background of the Chinese world.

“*%!”

Suddenly someone shouted, and he couldn't understand what it meant. Then Mu Shaoan saw dozens of people who were stripping their armor all looked up, and the killing aura in his eyes was so shocked that he was sweating coldly?

What a strong murderous intent!

"Kill him!"

This time, Mu Shaoan finally understood that feelings were in ancient Chinese.

"Hey, hey, everyone is my own."

Mu Shaoan shouted quickly, but the answer to him was three crossbow arrows.

"Buzz"

Across one hundred and sixty meters, the three crossbow arrows were fired quickly and fiercely, and the force could kill a tiger.

What kind of weapon is this?

Why is it so paradoxical?

He missed his body and did not wait for Mu Shaoan to shout anything, but saw dozens of people put down their work at the same time and surrounded them from all directions. And as soon as they stood up, they looked particularly tall, steadily like flying, and fierce. This strength is absolutely impossible to be at the peak of C-level, this is a B-level soldier!

This really shocked Mu Shaoan to the point of his life. The second war zone is too dark. I'm just trying to cheat friendly troops like this? I'm here to support you.

So he turned around and ran away, saying nothing.

"Qin Gou! Where to run?"

Someone was shouting loudly from behind, and Mu Shaoan finally understood. He straightened their tongues. That's what it meant?

Qin Dog?

The late Qin Dynasty?

The Chu-Han fight, and the overlord was born?

Mu Shaoan was almost scared to faint. He finally understood, Madan, that's right, if you say that there is a world with the overlord Xiang Yu, would it be even more difficult?

But is this the world of poetry in the Second War Zone?

I'm going to make it, it's not the rogue leader Liu Bang sang a big wind song!

What about Caiwei Caiwei?

This is unscientific, I want to complain about a system without conscience.
Chapter completed!