In other words, it is still difficult to determine whether Gu Wennuan is Gu Wennuan himself at this moment, or another Wei Yuantong who has been assimilated by plug-ins...

Mo Shu quickly put this idea behind his mind. The most urgent task was to wait for the injured to wake up first, and then think of a way to let them know why they suddenly had a disaster.

If I tell them directly that they offended Gu Wennuan and were cursed, they would be punished like this. I am afraid no one would believe it...

Mo Shu suddenly thought of those dead people.

She didn't know these wives, and although she felt a little regretful about their death, she still didn't feel much in her heart.

But these injured people are different. For them, the dead friends are people who have just had tea and chatted with each other. Even if the relationship is not familiar, they will definitely not be able to feel unchanged when facing their deaths.

What these people can tell them may be more intuitive than what she tells them directly.

Mo Shu looked around in the mall and quickly locked in a product.

This thing is called soul summoning.

The soul of the person who had just died in the afternoon had not yet gone far away. Mo Shu opened the soul summoner and found that it was a huge conch, like the conch phonograph in Yu Siqiao's study. Mo Shu could sense a magical power coming from it a little closer.

There seemed to be an extremely special sound, which was hard to hear with her ears, but it felt clear, as if she was summoning something.

Gradually, Mo Shu felt that the surroundings were getting colder and colder.

Mo Shu subconsciously touched his stomach, found a secret stairwell to go in, and asked Ji Nan to guard the door.

Soon, the wives who had the accident in the afternoon came over.

But my body was full of tragic symptoms when something happened, my body was covered in blood, and my skin was full of flesh.

Mo Shu only took a look and felt his stomach twitch. He turned his eyes open and said to the scumbag in his heart: Why do they die so miserably?

Sao Zha: [If I hadn't died so miserably, I wouldn't have alarmed the system. Obviously, the people above have already noticed the existence of this bug and started to dispatch tasks to clear the bugs. Otherwise, why would you think we were here?]

Mo Shu had a little strange face and said: Didn’t you notice it last time?

Slutty, huh, [I am blunt, this system is just a hot chicken.]

'bite'

[Please pay attention to your words]

Mo Shu:...

The slaughter obviously has his wings hard, and it doesn't matter: [The system is just a medium, and the real cause of the problem is the Creator behind it...]

'bite'

【Extremely speaking, you were banned for ten minutes】

Mo Shu:...

Can't you say bad things about the Creator?

'bite'

[The Creator is the highest god in this world. It cannot be blasphemed. Please keep your host in awe]

"Tsk," Mo Shu thought of the ancient costume projection that was so sexy that he broke his legs last time, "Okay."

'bite'

[The host can choose to confess to the Creator, so as to obtain the help of the Creator. Is your choice: confession or confession?]

Mo Shu pulled his lips, "How can Creator help me?"

'bite'

[Because the system is inconvenient to send messages, the tasker's ban was lifted.]

Mo Shu:...
Chapter completed!