Chapter 19: Death castle

Since Zhu Rong perfected the player system, Zhu's status has been completely stabilized. www.sto123.cc has been recuperating for nearly 300 years, and it is conservatively estimated that there are also ten generations. In the generation of Old Marshal Zhu, several big families are intertwined, and the power of the Zhu family has reached its peak.
Thanks to this family background, Zhu Yanchen has become accustomed to all kinds of human spirits since childhood.
Shu Jun is smart enough, but not slick. When Zhu Yanchen saw that the other party was busy bringing the topic, he knew that Shu Jun didn't want to elaborate. Considering the positions of the two again, Shu Jun's "ordinary threat" content, he can guess seven points.
There is no need to go into details right now.
"Go to the east." Zhu Yanchen let the topic be led away, "you know the city x."
Shu Jun thought for a while: "Remember, the one that was destroyed 200 years ago?"
"Well. There is a border settlement in the southeast. Let's go there to replenish some supplies, and then go to City X."
Zhu Yanchen was a little tired. Since his body reached its limit, he was getting tired more and more easily. Shu Jun is right, maybe he really needs more rest.
"Go back to the cave first." He said, "I (Shui Shui) for a while, you can practice sword..."
Shu Jun frowned unabashedly: "Your voice is a bit weak, (shen) is uncomfortable?"
"It's a little tired."
"Then go back to some cave, I'll take you to fly over. It's just a long time to practice sword, and I can't die."
Shu Jun paced around Zhu Yanchen. Since knowing that this man has two months left to live, Shu Jun just picked him up without going to his hands: "Forget it, I'll carry you. How far is the road? I will try to fly steady. …Wait, don’t fall down! Give me a mask first, my appearance is a bit conspicuous."
Putting people on their backs is not accustomed to Shujun. At the same time, he felt the coldness and stiffness coming from behind-anyway, with a big living person higher than himself, his back should at least be warm.
Zhu Yanchen is really not in good shape. Shu Jun didn't say another word, the big sword hung in front of him, and the wind rose.
Road is speechless.
Marshal Zhu is also very heart-spirited, against the (强qiang) wind, just like this (sleeping Shui) on his back. Shu Jun didn't want to destroy the sick number, but when he found a light under his feet, he gently dropped to the ground and walked towards the center of the settlement with Zhu Yanchen on his back.
Border settlements are much simpler than urban areas, they are larger than military strongholds, and they are all desperadoes who rush for gold in these erosion areas. Anyway, everyone is fine and unwilling to (show) their faces, purifies and burns money, the quality of the environment here is pretty good. But the accommodation conditions are not said, the market is also lively, it is good as a resting place.
When he was a "player", Shu Jun rarely came into contact with settlements, and he had only heard some information before. Now that I think about it, the coalition government is afraid that these desperadoes will open their mouths and throw the truth casually, creating unnecessary trouble.
This is the first time he has entered the settlement.
Since it is a stronghold of self-organization of the people, the structure is easy to guess, and the best is in the heart. It's just that Shu Jun kept a low-key mind and didn't choose the best hotel. He walked halfway, slid aside, and specifically picked the ones that couldn't get up. The boss is a big man with a shaved head, with a mask on his face, and two fist-sized black tumors grow on both sides of his head, which look a bit like panda ears.
Shu Jun: "..." It's hard not to be attracted.
The big man obviously noticed his sight: "New here?"
"Just come, just come, you keep your voice down." Shu Jun said hurriedly. "My friend is tired and is (sleeping in Shui). Let's find a place to rest. You...?"
"The shop belongs to me, just call Uncle Pan." The big man stood up and patted his greasy apron. "How many rooms?"
"Between." In various senses, he and Zhu Yanchen looked after each other.
"Oh, then do you want to save money or have fun?"
"How to say?"
"The one who saves money is the Datong shop. The room is packed with six people, which is cheap. As for how many people live in, it depends on your luck." Uncle Pan poked teeth. "For those who are looking for fun, they are naturally the best. They are suitable for people to relax. The price should be a bit more expensive—"
"That's for fun." Shu Jun didn't bother to care about the ambiguous meaning of (暧ai), this was just need.
Anyway, Marshal Zhu had been prepared, it was impossible to lose the chain on the money.
"Hey, okay." Uncle Pan took the key from the drawer and put it on the iron counter lightly. "I don't have food here. I can buy it for some running errands. You can buy it yourself. Two streets across the house are the market. Anyway, we can't tell the day and night. There are people all day long, so I don’t have to worry about buying it. ."
"Thank you. Please take care of it. When my friend wakes up, we will discuss it again." This is already regarded as an erosion zone, and the food (dry gan) can't go anywhere. He left it alone, Zhu Yanchen didn't know if he could eat it.
But the room is good.
There is a pocket purifier with a loud noise in the room, and the air is good. The floor was cleaned (dry gan), and there was no strange smell on the sheets. Shu Jun locked the door and put down Zhu Yanchen carefully. Then he put Zhou next to the purification machine, letting it tremble.
He changed positions, and Zhu Yanchen woke up immediately. Marshal Zhu looked at the wall of the room, feeling a bit at a loss.
"Continue (sleeping in Shui) yours, now it's less than three o'clock in the morning, you've only been (sleeping in Shui) for more than an hour. If you don't worry, you can lock the handcuffs." Shu Jun took off his face mask and let out a long sigh of relief.
Zhu Yanchen looked at him a little confused. Shu Jun didn't waste time, and neatly took off Marshal Zhu's mask, loosened his collar, and peeled off his coat-these things will only make it difficult to breathe.
"Shoes on their own (take off tuo)." Shu Jun muttered while peeling, "It's good to be unconscious, and finish things early (sleeping to Shui). I'll scold Zhou when it's over."
Zhu Yanchen hummed, and he could see that (Shui Shui) was quite dead just now, and he is still not awake. He raised his head and smiled at Shujun.
It wasn't such a dazzling smile. It could be seen that Marshal Zhu hadn't smiled for a long time, and when he was half awake, his smile was slightly stiff. But seeing a smile indeed appeared on Zhu Yanchen's face, Shu Jun was so frightened that he almost lost his coat.
Perhaps it was reflecting what he had done, Zhu Yanchen smiled in the next second. He grunted and thanked him, climbed (on shang) the bed to lie down, and didn't even forget to arrange his shoes neatly.
... Compared with the group of guys in his team, Marshal Zhu is not only not delicate, but rather takes good care of him. Shu Jun is usually used to taking care of others, and time is a little emotional. I was just shocked by that smile, and I was rushed out of emotion long ago.
Zhu Yanchen didn't handcuff him. It's also convenient without handcuffs. Shu Jun (gangan) took a shower and picked up Zhou, who was shivering with the purifier, and sat down across the room.
Originally thinking about the training week, the time was spared, but he lost the mood to train it. Zhu Yanchen's smile always revolved in his mind-it was a good smile, but the point was not this.
Shu Jun's instinct began to dance on his nerves again, and he always felt that something was wrong.
Marshal Zhu...A Yan is obviously not a person who smiles politely, even if they have been in friendship for several years. As for the aborigines of this world, they must have gone to the sea if they knew Ayan longer. However, whether it is watching an expansion pack, listening to the discussions of those Marshal Zhu admirers in the team, or seeing it with his own eyes, this person is like a face covered with glue and wind (dry gan), usually only has a face (color).
It was a relaxed laugh, as if they were really friends who talked about everything.
Zhu Yanchen sat in the position of marshal for a long time, and he commanded countless battles. He couldn't be so naive that he was so heart-to-heart with a few years of chatting...Ayan was hiding himself, really only "truth" and "death"?
The more Shu Jun thought about it, the more confused he got, and he groaned. Decided to go out for a few minutes and breathe.
Fortunately, he can now control the pitting. Shu Jun dug a small piece from his body, twisted it into a rope, and hung the door from the inside. Just as a precaution, he again put a do not disturb sign outside the door.
"Go out? Where's your friend?" Uncle Pan was still sitting at the counter, listening to the radio leisurely.
"It's resting in the room. I'll buy something to eat and be back in a few minutes." Shu Jun said hello. Although it looked safe here, he still didn't want to leave Zhu Yanchen here for too long.
"Oh, I just bought some pancakes for another person. I bought a little too much. Would you like?" Uncle Pan didn't miss this opportunity to promote the sale. "Lao Zhang's pancakes are absolutely amazing. I will buy them all when I see the last batch. This thing is not expensive, just give Cheng Cheng an errand fee."
Speaking, he took out Zhang, pushed away the mask, and chewed on the spot. The room was instantly filled with the smell of pancakes.
Shu Jun gave in: "Is this cake (dry gan) clean?"
Dry gan) clean it, you have to be really scared, take it back and bake it on the purifier-don't waste the purifier in your house." Uncle Pan ate a piece of the piece and turned it crooked. Wear the mask.
I haven't seen Zhu Yanchen eat anything serious these days, so it should be fine to buy him some cakes. Shu Jun asked for six, subconsciously put it in his arms to keep warm.
Uncle Pan said, "You are quite good at taking care of others. In fact, I still have soy sauce for spreading cakes..."
Shu Jun didn't listen to the next words.
He is very good at taking care of people, from the children of his teammates to the injured teammate himself. He had been said many times before, and he had long been used to it, and he didn't take it to heart.
But thinking about it now, his accustomed life has been completely overturned, and all the details deserve to be rethought-he has lived alone since he was 8 years old, and he has lived a personal life until work. So when did he get used to "caring for others"?
Shu Jun suddenly had an absurd idea. Could it be that he and Marshal Zhu had known each other a long time ago, but his memory was pressed deep in his mind again. But think about it again, since he entered "Erosion", 100% of his time has been with the Blackbirds. If you contact Zhu Yanchen privately, the time will not be right.
Besides, he seemed to be able to take care of people before entering "Erosion".
...Forget it, maybe this is his talent.
"Some sauce, too." Shu Jun took out the pancakes, pushed away some of the mask, and ate mechanically.
"Where are you going?" Uncle Pan threw a bag of sauce, which was wrapped in a thin plastic bag like a little heart.
"Go east." Shu Jun said vaguely.
"That's a heavily eroded area, you don't have much money to see, why bother." Uncle Pan sighed. "Didn't it just happen a while ago? There are fewer ships going there now, and there are a lot of roads."
"Some time ago, something happened?" Shu Jun listened fresh, X City was all 200 years ago.
"You haven't heard? Didn't the boss have a ‘match’ around there a while ago, and the boss was set as the goal, and the captain of the Blackbirds was lost."
Captain Blackbird himself: "..."
"This is not the most evil one." Uncle Pan's accent gradually became something like a storyteller. "I'll tell you, such a large swamp, it's gone in full view! It's gone, do you know? It seeps directly into the ground like a plug. Anyone who has seen this battle before has said that something is wrong with the east side, and there is something wrong with the erosion of the marsh."
"Then they found it?" Shu Jun answered vaguely, the eclipse swamp resting inside him.
"There is no time to find it, and then Marshal Zhu will take the mutant beast away. The top is chaotic. It is said that the old marshal has made a lot of fire."
...Marshal Zhu is resting in your hotel, and Shu Jun almost choked on the cake: "Let’s talk about this eclipse. After all, our brothers are going to discuss life, and practical problems are the most important."
"Oh," Uncle Pan (touched Mo) (touched Mo) the melanoma on his head. "Then the next information will be money, little brother, look at—?"
Shu Jun gradually became accustomed to this man's routine: "You...you can say it."
"It's refreshing to deal with sensible people." Uncle Pan rubbed his hands and laughed a few times.
"You two will also head east, but someone went to the edge of the dead city some time ago."
"Dead city?"
"X City!" Uncle Pan said, "Of course it wasn't going in. The group was just walking outside, shopping for some rare things and returning to sell. As a result, guess what, they got a monster corpse that has never been found, it is said to be It looks like a human being."
Shu Jun stopped his chewing movement: "Then what?"
"Then they were cursed by the monster corpse." Uncle Pan lowered his voice, "Everyone is dead, it's terrible to die. This is what everyone saw in their diaries."
"Young man, you can go east, be sure to stay away from the dead city, that place is evil."