After a night of rest, the next afternoon, Zhang Mu and the members of Studio Twelve were launched together.

"Boss, when will we establish the country?"

"Brother Twelve! Do we have a country today?"

"Brother, I greeted me when I was founding the country! If you need help, you will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

As soon as it was launched, hundreds of emails related to the founding of the People's Republic of China were rushed into Zhang Mu's mailbox. It is not difficult to see that the members of Chinatown have a stronger desire for founding of the People's Republic of China than Zhang Mu himself.

"Twelve, you're counting. When will you do the founding mission?" The Emperor, the butler of Chinatown, also emerged.

"Oh! You have to eat one bite at a time, and Ruth takes it step by step. Why are you so anxious?" Zhang Mu smiled bitterly: "Go and announce it. Three days later, all members will go online at 8 o'clock in the evening to do the founding of the country."

"Three days later at 8 o'clock in the evening? Why?"

"Damn! Because that day was Saturday! Look at the current online rate of our guild, it is only 63%. Do you think everyone is like us, and they don't have to go to work, just rely on games to live?" Zhang Mu cursed with a smile.

"Hehe, I understand, I'll do it now."

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Mu suddenly called the emperor, "How much do you know about the mission of founding a country?"

The emperor scratched his head, "The official website published three steps: the first is to attack the fortress, the second is to defend the fortress, and the third is to open up wasteland. In addition to these three steps... I was also blinded."

"Well... Damn the game operator, we have to find out everything by ourselves." Zhang Mu curled his lips and muttered.

After the Emperor left the channel, Zhang Mu began to recruit soldiers and dispatched all his confidants to his channel.

"Twelve, what are you going to do?" Mythshen asked carelessly.

"Are you busy? If you are not busy, let's fight a 'castle crusade' first." Zhang Mu smiled as he spoke.

"Castle Battle? What's that?"

"It's just a task. I'm afraid that there are fewer people and I can't beat it!" Zhang Mu seriously told everyone about everything he encountered in the Demon Realm mine a month and a half ago, including mining and making money, encountering the lava magic god, killing Lan Ya, and telling everyone without reservation.

Among these dozen people, except Tang Xuan, almost all of them have followed him for more than a year. The loyalty is absolutely unquestionable.

"Damn, you can pay millions of gold coins every day in mining in such a ghost place? Twelve, you are so unkind, why do you tell us now?" Mythshu swallowed hard and spitted. The faces of the people of the deity were also filled with shock, and all the doubts in their hearts were relieved.

No wonder Twelve was able to upgrade the "Battle General Map" to nine turns in a short period of time. It turned out that it was all thanks to the mines in the Demon Realm.

"If you are short of money, just be miners for a few days. But please don't tell me whether you are the main or secondary. Do you want to help me with the task?"

"No help!" Myth wound gritted his teeth and cut off the railway.

"Yes! I won't help if I beat you to death! We're just going there to get equipment!" A Mu smiled.

After half an hour, after all the staff arrived, the team of nearly twenty people led by Zhang Mu directly headed to the Blood Waterfall.

As time goes by, more and more players appear in the Demon Realm. They either have three people in groups or *** in groups to open up wasteland in the Demon Realm. Zhang Mu roughly estimated that the number of players exploring in these three known super-level maps will not be less than one million. There are many more people than monsters from time to time. It really feels like the game was just starting the server.

"Wow, it's the twelve-winged angel!"

A player noticed Zhang Mu walked past him and screamed like a little girl from a star-chasing group who saw her idol. In an instant, all the nearby eyes were gathered on Zhang Mu and others.

Although Zhang Mu was used to big scenes, he was somewhat uncomfortable with this kind of inhumane onlooker encountered in the wild. He raised his right hand, threw out his golden-winged feathers, and escaped from people's sight with a "swoosh".

"Boss, save us!" At this moment, a bright red secret word appeared in Zhang Mu's dialog box, which made Zhang Mu slightly stunned.

The player who issued this secret message was called "Virtual Age Man".

"Who are you……?"

"I am a member of Chinatown! There are several perverted masters chasing people from our association... Boss, come and help me!" The vicissitudes of man roared anxiously.

"Come to xxx Voice Channel! What's going on?" Zhang Mu remained motionless and replied to a message.

In just half a minute, a man with a very rough voice shouted: "Boss, where are you?"

Before Zhang Mu could reply, the mythological wound started to scream, "***, vicissitudes? Why are you here?"

"Ah! Brother Shao! You are here too. If you have time, come and help... A group of French perverts are killing us!"

"Coordinates!" Mythshun immediately left the team while speaking. This player named "Vivarry Man" is a small cadre of the "Mythshun". Usually when Zhang Mu took on private jobs, Mythshun often mingled with him, so the relationship between the two was pretty good. Seeing that his brother was beaten, Mythshun naturally had to help.

"Hey, can you do it alone? Don't forget, your Fire Dragon King is dead!" The real person shouted at the sad back of the gods.

"Don't worry, I can handle those little rookies without the Fire Dragon King!" Mythshu shouted far away.

"Can you do it if you hurt him?"

"Hun!" Zhang Mu smacked his lips and followed him.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Mu and his gang finally met the so-called French perverts. There were nine people in total, and each of them had a hero squad level of about 370. The bosses used were all in five colors. In the eyes of ordinary players, they were indeed called masters.

"Well? The mythical wound in China City? Not good! They are here!" The leader of the French team was shocked when he saw the name of the mythical wound. Without thinking, he led the team directly to the depths of the hills. The commander of the Mythical Squad in China City, the mythical wound, how could they not recognize it?

"Damn it, I want to run away after killing someone! There is no such a good thing in the world!" Mythshu turned into a hunting dog, chasing the group of French players unyieldingly.

"Come in!" Zhang Mu raised his hand and organized five members of Chinatown nearby led by the vicissitudes of life into the team. While following the myth, he asked loudly: "Vigiri, what's going on?"

The vicissitudes of life said innocently: "Boss, we don't know. The five of us have been leveling here for more than a week. We have been very calm and have never provoked anyone. Just now, these French people, for some reason, suddenly rushed out of the hills and chased us. On the way, several teams of brothers who came to help were also killed by them. When they killed us, they kept saying "Blood debt and blood repayment!"."
Chapter completed!