[Please bind the citizen file number to register and log in with real name...]

"Citizen file number? It seems to be an ID card? It's such a thing that has been around for a long time, I think about it..."

Wu Mingkong looked at this prompt and vaguely seemed to dream of returning to the real-name registration in his previous life. Unfortunately, this is no longer the previous life.

I recalled the citizen file number and casually said a large number of numbers, which were quickly identified.

[Welcome to log in to the alien paradise. Citizen: Wu Mingkong, check that the player has not created a character yet. Will the character creation page be redirected?]

【whether】

“Jump.”

Wu Mingkong looked at this thing with some curiosity, always feeling a little curious.

【Please enter a nickname...】

"***" Wu Mingkong directly used three asterisks that seemed to be blocked as their names.

[Welcome, players***, please choose race...]

Nickname is nothing, but when it comes to race, it is so dense that it is extremely dense. There is even an option called self-created race below, which makes Wu Mingkong think of more.

"Human."

【Race selection is completed, the novice copy is being redirected, please wait...】

Wu Mingkong narrowed his eyes, is that it’s over?

He always felt that he was still unsatisfied, so why did he lose the subsequent face-pinching part?

Even if you don’t have any face-kneading, then don’t have any attributes or talent?

[The attribute bar has been generated, can I view it?]

"Check."

【Nick name:***】

【Race: Human】

【Physical constitution: extremely weak】

【Mental: Extremely weak】

"No? Why is your thing so simple? Apart from name and race, physique and spirit, you can at least digitize it for me, so what does it mean to use extreme weakness?" Wu Mingkong was powerless to complain. You are playing all of him. His dungeon system has much higher attribute bars.

However, it seems that this alien paradise game does not intend to reply to Wu Mingkong, and there is not even a complaint channel. It is as pitiful as his copy system. No, it may be even more pitiful than his copy system. After all, you can still meet customer service in your copy system. This thing probably has no customer service.

【Newbie's copy: Inherited Manor】

[Copy Introduction: Your distant uncle Aristotle Andrew died suddenly due to cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease, leaving behind a manor. Because of the war in the early years, the death of both children, only you, is your nephew. After receiving this news, you excitedly drove through the uninhabited area overnight and came to this treasure called looking into the distant sea...]

【Newbie Task: Solve strange events in the manor or live for seven days】

[The time flow rate has been staggered, and the game and real time ratio are one to three thousand six hundred and fifty]

【Will you enter the copy?】

Wu Mingkong was full of heart. He didn't notice it just now, but now he noticed that this is actually another game of copy play?

Is he trying to make a copy in the dungeon?

"Go in." Wu Mingkong said casually, and was ready to start entering.

[Warm reminder, novices have many benefits in their dungeons, please pay attention to it carefully]

After this prompt, Wu Mingkong directly entered the dungeon.

Wu Mingkong is now just a ray of consciousness and has no ability. Unless he has the cooperation of the original body, he will only have the strength of an ordinary person. Fortunately, the original body is constantly searching with his own consciousness as the coordinate and the virtual reality game helmet to see where he was teleported to deal with subsequent cheats.

After he came to his senses, Wu Mingkong found that he was sitting in an old car with his face reflected from the rearview mirror. It was not his own appearance, but a blond and blue-eyed foreigner with a strong body. At least from the belly of the general who was one of the nineteenth and nineteenth, he should be a beer expert.

I tried to start the classic car, but found that there was no gasoline anymore. This was ridiculous. I checked the car again, and there was no gasoline on the back. Wu Mingkong thought, how big the human heart should be, and it was more brief. It seemed that I had traveled through the no-man's land before coming here.

"But you sure you have traveled through the no-man's land, instead of the manor just sitting in the no-man's land?"

After looking around, the so-called manor stands on a cliff, and only one road can come. This road is still covered by woods. It looks extremely gloomy and has no trace of people.

After a closer look, it was really no sound at all. It was quiet. Wu Mingkong even suspected that the forest was a map. He walked in and observed it carefully, but it was a map, a real tree.

"This texture is really extraordinary." After Wu Mingkong wiped the tree, he replied that he was searching again in the car, hoping to find some magical artifacts such as baseball sticks or physics divine swords. He always felt that this script was a bit like a running group book next door.

Especially when he went to an uninhabited place to inherit the property of his relatives from a distant place. Basically, this distant relative was either a pagan with indescribable beliefs, or he witnessed terror events and caused the loss of reason, which attracted mythical creatures, and the sudden death of a cardiovascular disease in the introduction can be seen, which is exactly the same as being scared to death.

But Wu Mingkong searched in the car for five minutes and found nothing useful at all. Such an old car was really cleaner than his pocket.

Wu Mingkong squatted beside the car and stuffed a few stones into his pocket. There was nothing he could do. If he hadn't had enough strength now, he would have wanted to remove the door of the classic car as a shield.

"By the manor is built here, if there is a windy and rainy person, you won't be afraid of collapse." The manor is built on a cliff, and the sea is below it. It can be considered a first-class sea view house. You can see the scenery. If you really want to live there, it's probably uncomfortable to live there.

The sky was gloomy and seemed to be storms coming at any time. The sea breeze blew on Wu Mingkong's face and there was a fishy smell, which made Wu Mingkong think of the mythical creature, the Deep Diver.

When he arrived at the manor, Wu Mingkong opened the door by himself before he had time to knock on the door.

"Welcome to you, young master." An old man who was older and looked like a housekeeper said hello to Wu Mingkong in a vigorous manner.

"How did you know me?" Wu Mingkong asked with some confusion. Isn't this nonsense? The first time he came, you fell in love with him at first sight?

"Before the master passed away, I gave me your photo." The butler said with a hint of sadness in his tone. It seemed that he had a deep relationship with the distant uncle who was so long that Wu Mingkong could not remember.

But there is a doubt about this. It is not that it means that sudden death due to cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease, so why is it before death?

Shouldn't this thing be caught off guard?

Wu Mingkong did not ask in depth, so it was normal for him to have problems. If this thing is fine, it would be a disaster.

"Jiemie, Mr. Butler." Wu Mingkong comforted him very perfunctorily.

"It's my fault, Master, please come in. A servant has prepared food for you and cooked hot water for you. After eating, take a bath and sleep peacefully to relieve your fatigue along the way. Tomorrow I will introduce to you why the manor left by the master is called a treasure to look into the distant sea, and ensure that you can be surprised." The butler said, bowed and led the way for Wu Mingkong in front.

Wu Mingkong followed up and looked at the butler. It seemed that there was no problem at all, but everything was wrong. Wu Mingkong didn't understand the etiquette and stopped talking about it. But from the butler's hands and skin, it was not rough at all. On the contrary, it was well maintained, and it looked like a pampered existence.

And more importantly, when Wu Mingkong came here, he sometimes smelled a slight stench, and could feel some kind of malice that peeped at him.

In this regard, Wu Mingkong can only say that this game is really extraordinary. This special combination of consciousness and body is very valuable for reference.

After entering the game for so long, Wu Mingkong also saw a lot. This must be a real world. The game player Wu Mingkong occupied this person's body and combined his consciousness and body with each other. However, this technology is much worse than Wu Mingkong's dungeon system.

The copy system does not use this method at all. It directly implants a perfect identity into the world, and can even be very integrated with Wu Mingkong's personality. It has never been suspected.

The technology of this alien paradise game is not that good, so I arranged the identity of a distant nephew so that I would basically not reveal the truth, probably.

Of course, there must be some mechanism to ensure the bottom line, otherwise there will be chaos.

"Come on, try it. This is a roast goose specially prepared for you, Master. The master said that this is your favorite food during his lifetime." The butler waved his hand, and a maid came to help Wu Mingkong cut a large piece of goose meat, and carefully picked the bones and handed it to Wu Mingkong.

Wu Mingkong felt that his rhythm seemed to be being taken away by this butler.

"Sorry, maybe my uncle and I have been separated for too long. I should have been remembering to make a living. I like to eat white bread with black bread and rice and make noodles with rice." Wu Mingkong casually said a little thing like eating staple food, staple food and fried staple food. Unfortunately, there are no buns and steamed buns, otherwise let the butler see what it means to eat fried noodles with rice filling and drink soy milk and then have a fried fried dough stick box.

A trace of doubt flashed in the butler's eyes. Will normal people eat like this?

Indeed, normal people generally don’t eat like this, but Wu Mingkong is not a normal person, so it’s normal to eat like this.

"I will arrange the kitchen preparation immediately, Master..."

"No need, I just said I love you so much, so we won't be busy. If you serve this big table of dishes, you will definitely not be able to finish them. Sit down and eat them together." Wu Mingkong said immediately.

"Young master, it's inconvenient for us to eat." The butler immediately said that he couldn't do it when it came to Wu Mingkong's words.

Wu Mingkong didn't move his fork, just looked at him like that.

"Young Master, rules are rules."

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes. In fact, Wu Mingkong didn't want this guy to eat, mainly because he was afraid that there would be something wrong with the food. If he had given him a medicine inside, he would faint after taking a bite. Then he would let the other party make trouble.

Oh, I'm in the game.

Wu Mingkong suddenly remembered such a thing, as if he was in the game, and he had only a little consciousness and was far away from the body, so he could easily return to his original form, but he could not do anything and would not eat anything left.

"Okay, you can do whatever you want." Wu Mingkong didn't force himself. He didn't mean to live for seven days, so he couldn't just turn over medicine on the first day. That was still a novice task for Hammers.

I casually rudely put a piece of meat into my mouth. To be honest, the taste was really good. Maybe because I was beaten back to my original form, the taste became much normal and I was not so picky. These ordinary foods became delicious in Wu Mingkong's mouth.

After Wu Mingkong had enough food and drink, he realized that he could not do anything he did and would not eat anything left. This was actually wrong. The last sentence was wrong.

He could still have leftovers, at least he only ate half of the dish on this big table. However, looking at the butler on the surface, there was actually a hint of horror in his eyes. This kid was so edible.

He picked up a piece of white cloth at his hand and wiped his mouth and said, "You can barely be full."

"Young Master, I don't know whether to say it or not."

"Say..." Wu Mingkong said with a careless teeth.

Seeing Wu Mingkong's situation, the butler couldn't help but twitch: "From tomorrow, I hope you can conduct etiquette training and learning about aristocratic knowledge. You not only inherit the master's legacy, but also inherit the master's earl."

"Okay, just teach me, I will lose if I learn." When he was a useless prince, he didn't learn the so-called royal etiquette. He even learned the noble etiquette from you in a game. You are not nonsense.

When the butler heard Wu Mingkong's words, his face turned green. What a guy, what's going on?

"Okay, Master, we will do our best, and now..."

"It's still early, so I took me to the study room to check it out. I have a bad habit, that is, I come to a strange place and need to recognize the book." Wu Mingkong said bluntly.
To be continued...