Heed the Building Lord's Call, Root Out Building Traitors!

"No wonder Chat Room no one shared the contents of the morning newspaper. There are so many words and it takes me a long time to type!"

"Titan Ruins, it turns out Blood Mist World is divided into regions!"

"A giant taller than the mountains?! Is it real or fake?! Have any of you seen it?"

"Don't say it, don't say it. It seems that there are such rumors. There was such a story in Dusk Building in the early days!"

"Fuck, Lao Wang, why didn't you tell me about this!"

"Don't make any noise, don't make any noise!"

"Beast, what are you doing? You want to turn the page!"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, don't squeeze!"

"..."

Half an hour passed.

Many people had runny noses due to the cold.

Mad King Building The wind at night is very cold, and there is a smell Yin Qi.

This Yin Qi floated over from Embroidered Lake. The closer it is to Embroidered Lake, the heavier Yin Qi is.

However, even if they are shivering from the cold, no one wants to leave.

This group of employees finally read Blood Mist Morning Post to the end.

Blood Mist Morning Post There is a line of small red letters at the end.

[It is forbidden to disclose any information about Mad King Building to outsiders. Violators will be punished by death. The reporter can exchange a limited wish with me. If you have any definite information, you can directly message me privately--Xu Lang]

The information in Mad King Building must be kept strictly confidential, especially the information on Strange Tales Magic Box!

"Damn it, death penalty!"

"Building Lord doesn't use a knife at all, it swallows us into Magic Box World, and we naturally go crazy!"

"This line of writing is so murderous. Building Lord is a little angry. Could it be that someone has already leaked our information?"

"What should I do? I'm so excited. When we were clearing land this morning, Lao Wang was out of my sight for 10 seconds. I suspected that he secretly communicated with outsiders!"

"I'm screwing, brother, don't do it!"

"Building Lord found out about the malicious report, and our fate may be worse than death. I heard that Building Lord has Lingchi skills, and anyone who is hit by him will be in great pain!"

"Yes, yes, I've heard of it too, but old man Building Lord is more efficient now and kills people without blood, so others don't feel the pain!"

"Building Lord's dormitory is called Demon King Castle. Do you think there will be any punishment such as soul refining?"

"What are you talking about!"

"We didn't say anything. We responded to Building Lord's call to put an end to rape in the building!"

"Respond to the call of Building Lord and put an end to rape in the building!"

"Respond to the call of Building Lord and put an end to rape in the building!"

I don't know which grandson shouted first, and other employees could only follow suit.

Those employees who did not know the details were also filled with indignation, although they did not even know who the enemy was or what the enemy had done.

This is the so-called collective power.

Later in the night.

Dormitory No. 20.

"Brother, our Building Lord is not ordinary." Beast-Headed Swordsman poured a cup of tea for Tulu, his movements were surprisingly meticulous, like an elegant and dignified lady.

There is a copy of Blood Mist Morning Post on the table.

"Hmph, didn't someone say that combat power is king in this dormitory game? When I recover from my injuries, I will challenge Xu Lang!" Tulu groaned.

Before arriving at Mad King Building, he had already been injured, and the injury was serious.

He was sitting cross-legged next to the coffee table, looking like a little meat mountain. The wounds on his body had scabbed over and he had not used any medicine.

Both of them had just come to Mad King Building and had no supplies at all. The tea they drank was also brought by Beast-Headed Swordsman.

Beast-Headed Swordsman shook his head and said, "You think society is too simple. The environment you lived in before was probably a tribal society... I don't mean you are barbaric, but I think you are very kind, because we Thunderclap Clan have only broken away from that social structure not long ago."

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Tulu asked.

"A mature society is very complicated. It does not mean that you can become the leader if you challenge the wolf." Beast-Headed Swordsman took a sip of tea and slowly explained, "You may have been beaten to death by his men before you even met Building Lord."

"I'm just going to say that to him!" Tulu said unconvinced.

Beast-Headed Swordsman quickly stopped. "Don't, silly brother, people won't pay attention to you, and you may also arouse the hostility of some villains, and use your head as a gimmick to please Building Lord."

Tulu wanted to refute, but felt that Beast-Headed Swordsman was doing it for his own good and what he said made some sense.

The two have known each other for a while and exchanged names.

Beast-Headed Swordsman's name is Sword Saint. He didn't need a name change card. His real name is this.

According to him, every orc clan will have a Sword Saint.

And he is the strongest Sword Saint of all the orc tribes. He can cut lightning with a sword. He survived a catastrophe and accidentally entered Dormitory Survival Game.

Tulu is in a similar situation. He is the strongest warrior in the clan. He survived a genocide. In a very desperate situation, he saw Gate of Ten Thousand Lies.

Players who enter Dormitory Survival Game through Gate of Ten Thousand Lies seem to be bad guys.

It is normal for special channels not to be open to ordinary people.

"Then what do you think we should do? We will always be under his control?" Tulu said coldly.

"That's all we can do for now." Sword Saint smiled bitterly.

To put it bluntly, they are not even qualified to see Xu Lang now.

"Hey!" Tulu sighed.

"Don't worry, we can wait for other players from Gate of Ten Thousand Lies, who will naturally have a closer relationship with us." Sword Saint said in an orderly manner, smiling, "And we can also wait for the indigenous players here to surrender."

Tulu heard this and his eyes flashed coldly. "Indigenous players? Don't they want to kill us? Those greedy eyes make me feel sick!"

"Your previous performance was outstanding. Some people think that we have achieved a lot... You can open the private message and say it silently. Someone should send you a friend application." Sword Saint smiled and said, "Don't be harsh to others, speak nicely."

"Hmph!" Tulu snorted again.