Author: Junzi Yin Yang

"My name is Jin Yumantang." To show his sincerity, Jin Manman reported his ID number first.

"So you are a man of wealth and wealth." Wan'an explained: "I saw you on the forum, scolding Orlando."

"My account is Xiao Yi, dear and distinguished." After reporting his account, the two of them became friends, and Jin Manman was able to successfully donate the flashlight belonging to the system to Wan'an.

While Wan'an thanked him, he couldn't help but sigh at the B game system: "Suddenly I discovered that the system is very protective of its players."

For example, the props produced by the system cannot be given to other players if the player does not reach a certain level.

This also means that the player's props are lost and other players cannot pick them up or occupy them.

Just like no one can snatch the gun from Orlando and threaten him in return.

Listening to Wan'an's analysis, Yiyou System snorted and said: "That's because the system level is not good enough."

"Hmm?" Wan An paid attention to the important point and quickly asked: "So you mean, as long as the system level is higher than others, you can rob the props generated by his system?"

B Game System:【!!!】

[Hello, dear and distinguished player Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi didn’t say anything~]

"Ah, yes, yes, you didn't say anything." Wan An sneered and nodded.

Xie Juanchao accidentally turned around and saw Wan An smiling strangely.

The passage on the right that Wan'an and the others were assigned to is really long, and they don't know where it leads.

While walking through it, you should also hold a flashlight to observe the environment above.

Xie Juan looked aside, slowed down at the same time, got closer to Wan'an, and said in a low voice: "Why are you called Bai Wanwan, and my name is Xie Qianjin."

"Brother, we can't be recognized by acquaintances." Wan An emphasized in a low voice.

"I understand the truth, but why am I called Qianjin?" Xie Juan glanced back at Wan'an with a resentful look.

Wan'an blinked and looked back with a sincere face: "When we first met, you spoke word by word. Silence is golden. Obviously, you will be charged for every word you say. It's more appropriate to call me Qianjin.

"

Xie Junchao: "..."

"Since silence is golden, you can also call me Xie Jinmo." Xie Juanchao tried to persuade Anhui to change his mind.

"You can't call it this." Wan An shook his head with a serious look on his face: "If you call me Jin Mo, someone will definitely say, Lao Mo, I want to eat fish."

Xie Qianjin: "...don't be too ridiculous."

"We've reached the end." Jin Manman in front stopped and opened a bamboo door.

Wan An and Xie Qianjin followed and found that this long passage led to a closed room with locked doors and windows.

On the walls of the room, there are pear wood shelves.

On each wooden shelf, there are beautifully crafted puppets in costumes with different movements that would be used on the stage.

The wooden frame is exposed. Whether it is a doll or a wooden frame, after hundreds of years, there is not a trace of dust on it.

Wan'an stretched out his hand and lightly scratched the surface of the wooden frame with his fingertips. He saw that his fingers were still clean.

"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it has been abandoned for hundreds of years." Jin Manman stayed in front of each wooden frame for two seconds, shook his head and sighed: "My room has never been so clean after cleaning it three times a day."

As he spoke, Jin Manman's eyes turned to a doll that was made of white clay but had not yet been painted.

"Bai Wanwan, there is a semi-finished product here, could it be the key to triggering the mission?" Jin Manman asked, reaching out to touch it.

"Don't touch him!" When Wan An looked over, he saw that the white clay puppet's eye sockets, which were originally filled with white clay, became empty when Jin Manman stretched out his hand.

Wan'an hurried towards Jin Manman when a dark wind blew by and the flashlight originally held in his hand rolled to the ground.

Just when she bent over and reached out to pick up the flashlight, she was illuminated by the bright light from the flashlight that rolled to the ground. From the gap between her slightly bent legs, she saw a red skirt wearing embroidered shoes appear behind her.

Quickly picking up the flashlight, Wan An didn't bother to get up and quickly shined it behind him.

There is no red skirt behind her, only dolls covering the entire wall on wooden shelves.

In order to distinguish the card from the main body, no matter whose card it is, as long as it has a clone, it must be given a nickname.

As for the nickname, it depends on Wan'an's mood hahaha
Chapter completed!