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Chapter 132 Murals in the Temple(2/2)

The tree beside the well started to move again, and a thick darkness emanated from the tree trunk and the position of the head. In just a moment, the child's skin seemed to have aged eighty years.

In order to salvage the water from this well,

The child spends his whole life.

A prompt popped up in front of me: [You are dead. Reason: Died due to physical aging. 】

"Gah?" Wang Hao exclaimed, "After doing this for a long time, this...he died? The villagers just asked me to salvage well water?"

Maybe it's because this reincarnation detects more information, or maybe it's because this script is a bit difficult. The game system is very merciful, and the screen doesn't dim directly.

Wang Hao watched it from a god's perspective for a while.

After salvaging the well water, the game character jumped directly into the well.

The salvaged well water seemed to be quite precious. The original residents of Xanadu Village discussed it for a long time and first poured half of it onto the trees beside the well.

In just an instant, the trees also withered a lot.

Then he placed the eight members of the expedition team on a wooden board and covered them with several large white paper figures.

These people were fed well water and some strange things.

In just a moment, these people lost all signs of life, but the paper figures on them became vivid.

The villagers hung these living paper figures on the magical trees by the sea.

The picture is completely dim.

This cycle of reincarnation ends here.

A more in-depth plot and inexplicable customs.

The expedition team continues to be completely wiped out.

There is no way to clear the level at all.

Wang Hao scratched his scalp and looked at the time. It was already two o'clock in the morning.
Chapter completed!
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