MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth - Chapter 197 wild boar

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur.

Xiao Lou was killed in an accident and reborn in the Card World.

Each card here represents a secret room and clearing the instance will give a reward. Xiao Lou draws a card and thinks he could draw all types of equipment and weapons. As a result: Su Shi, Li Bai, Tao Yuanming… character cards keep coming one after another.

Xiao Lou, “???”

What was this escape game? What type of ghost made him keep drawing character cards?

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When he woke up, Su Yue traveled to a gamified world and obtained a selection system. This world, when night falls, will breed evil spirits and evil spirits.

In order to survive, everyone needs to complete various tasks under the dark night to survive, so as to obtain rewards, transform themselves, and make them stronger.

[Ghost language—everyone knows that there are many ghost words and ghost words. Nine times out of ten, it is false. After using it, it can influence other people’s judgments of you according to the star rating. 】

[Ghost ear – it is the most special hearing in the world, with it, all whispers can’t hide from your ears. 】

[Blood-stained sharp-tapered hammer—forty small hammer, eighty large hammer, oh sorry, I accidentally pushed harder, if you have a next life, I will pay attention. 】

[Old contract after use – bad stomach? It doesn’t matter, here is a thoughtful stomach nourishing package. 】

Su Yue: “The top of the ghost, proud of the world, if I have Su Yue, there will be heaven! … My wife saves me!”

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Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.