"Welcome everyone to the Corridor of Death. Here is a world of survival and killing - only justice and evil go side by side, and you can go to the end and gain new life. The rules of survival in the Corridor of Death: live and die with your companions, and overcome difficulties together. Wish you Have fun playing everyone!"
When Jiang Yan opened his eyes, there was such an emotionless electronic sound in his ear.
Corridor of Death? What the hell is this
He called "Ba Ye" several times in his mind, but he didn't get a response from No. 888.
What's the situation, what about No. 888
"Are you OK?"
Suddenly, a deep and magnetic voice sounded in the ear.
Jiang Yan followed the voice and looked up—
The man in front of him had a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes, with a small tear mole at the corner of his eyes. There was a rebellious look in his eyes, and even the line of his jaw was sharp and sharp.
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With broad shoulders and narrow hips, and slender legs, she exudes a powerful aura that no one will get close to.
—It was the man I met in the main system space before.
"It's you?"
Jiang Yan and the man were slightly taken aback, and spoke at the same time.
In a slightly awkward atmosphere, Jiang Yan cleared his throat and reached out his hand.
"We met again, what a coincidence! I heard from No. 888 that in this special plane, there will be a host who will do tasks with me. It should be you, right? Then, let me introduce myself—"
"My name is Jiang Yan, Jiang from the Yangtze River, and Yan from Caiyan."
Men don't seem to be talkative people.
Shaking Jiang Yan's hand, he said concisely: "Lu Zhaoyang."
With the idea of building a good relationship with his new partner, Jiang Yan showed a big smile and complimented: "Lu Zhaoyang...is a nice name!"
Lu Zhaoyang's reaction was very cold: "Really?"
Jiang Yan: "..."
Unwilling to give up, he brought up the topic again.
"Last time, when you were in the main space of the system, you seemed to mistook me for someone else. Is it because I look a lot like your friend?"
Lu Zhaoyang paused, then shook his head: "I don't remember."
Jiang Yan: "..."
This one really cherishes words like gold.
If the conversation continued, the atmosphere would only get colder and colder. He should take a look at the situation on this plane first.
Jiang Yan gave up communicating with this new partner, and looked up and looked around.
This is a strange space.
The four walls and the ceiling are made of unknown silver metal, which faintly shone with a cold light. Around them, there were more than a dozen people standing or sitting, all with blank expressions.
Jiang Yan asked curiously, "Are they also hosts?"
"no."
Just when Jiang Yan thought he had finished his speech, Lu Zhaoyang explained again, rarely exceeding five words.
"There are only two hosts here, me and you. The others should come from the plane world."
At this moment, a middle-aged woman in a yellow skirt said tremblingly, "What did that voice mean just now? Where are we?"
She hid behind the tall, thin man in fear, looking around nervously.
Not far from her stood a tall, thin, handsome boy who looked a bit like Hua Zelei. He should be around twenty years old.
While comforting a girl with fair skin and a sweet face like milk tea beside him, he said excitedly: "It seems that we have come to a different space. Just like some fantasy novels - only by breaking through the barriers, to return to the real world."