heavy rain.
The eaves on the edge of the platform slid down a long string of water droplets that almost formed a line, and there was so much rain that it seemed that something was splashing down on the roof, forming a curtain of rain with a "crash clatter".
On the outside of the platform is a railway track that has been rusted everywhere for a long time. The weeds wetted by the rain grow everywhere on the track, and the rocks are everywhere. The cold edges and corners even make people wonder whether the train will be scratched when it passes by. On the outside of the railroad track is the wilderness with no boundaries, only the winding railroad tracks go forward along the road, and behind it is the heavy rain curtain, which is not so clear under the mist.
The inner side of the platform is even more dilapidated, and the railings on the edge are intermittent. If you are not careful, you will easily fall off the rails.
Zhao Jingchen got quite a headache from the sound of "hua la hua la".
He was wearing a pure black sweater, and the black hood covered most of his face, only the lower half of his face was exposed. His thin lips and delicate jaw line are enough to show the superiority of this face, but unfortunately the upper half of his face is covered, and only the slight downward arc of the corner of his mouth can be seen.
Zhao Jingchen was very unhappy.
"What? What do you mean? Up to now? There has been no notification sound, so you just threw us on such a platform?" Zhao Jingchen's crisp voice was wrapped in anger, "Is that why you did this dungeon? Prepared? What I said? There is no information? That’s right!”
Next to him, another high-level player who came in from Yuemang trembled because of Zhao Jingchen's mere words, and tried to calm down and said: "I have read all the dungeons related to the carriages that I have recorded, and I have never encountered such a situation. kind."
Zhao Jingchen: "This dungeon doesn't have any notification sound, and our body data and perception are all cleared?"
On the other side, a woman wearing a cheongsam who looked to be in her early thirties smiled and said, "Zhao Jingchen, are you really stupid or are you just pretending to be stupid? This is obviously a woman who won't give a notification tone." Sealed our? A copy of all body data?, we? Now? Just ordinary people. You are already on the eighty-nine floor, are you still here? It’s not necessary to pretend not to see it here.”
Standing behind this woman is Xu Miaomiao.
Zhao Jingchen sneered, "Maybe someone doesn't understand."
The woman ignored him.
Xu Miaomiao leaned forward slightly, and whispered to the woman, "Sister Ding, it seems that everyone is not here."
Each "dunge" invitation letter will contain information about the number of people. They "this" dungeon" sent about a dozen invitation letters. The dungeon information is the bloody carriage, which everyone knows.
But there were only eight people at the scene, and apparently about half of the people hadn't arrived.
Ding Xiao nodded, her snow-white skin became softer against her gentle smile, which was incompatible with the desolation and gloom around her. She said softly: "The setting of this dungeon... should be to create a feeling that passengers are waiting for the bus, so the players who come in are arranged to appear one after another. Don't worry, just wait, enter the dungeon? From now on everyone All the data has been erased, everyone is an ordinary person, even if other people arrive, they will be like us? It’s the same as before, walking here.”
Xu Miaomiao already knew it in her heart, but now she just confirmed it. After getting the answer, she just stood behind Ding Xiao and waited without saying a word.
The others stopped talking.
The rain outside the eaves of the platform kept hitting people's nerves, and the body index and perception were completely cleared again. The long-lost feeling of being an ordinary person made Xu Miaomiao extremely nervous. Even though her psychological quality is not low, facing such a scene of "silent waiting" at this moment, it is inevitable that she feels uneasy.
Xu Miaomiao respected and feared the eighty-ninth floor.
The eighty-nine-story dungeon? has always been called the entry ticket to the ninety-nine-story dungeon.
The dungeons above the ninetieth floor? and the dungeons below the ninety floors? have different ways of climbing the stairs.
Below the 90th floor, players can use methods such as breaking the game, going upstairs, gambling, etc., to obtain copies of different levels of difficulty and levels from various channels. The invitation letter will clearly write the corresponding copy The number of floors, the approximate number of people, the theme of the instance—just like the instance they are entering now, the invitation letter says eighty-nine floors, and there is also a painting of a scarlet carriage.
But starting from the 90th floor, the way to enter the dungeon has changed.
The invitation letters above the ninetieth floor are all the same. There is nothing on the invitation, just a piece of pure black.
Players need to write their?names and the floors they?want to enter on the?invitation letter. When the number of players who want to enter the corresponding floor is about the same, the "instance" will be opened. In other words, the number of floors is chosen by the player himself, and the invitation is only responsible for counting the number of people and opening the instance.
And such a special invitation can only be obtained by completely clearing the level 89 dungeon.
The dungeons after the 90th floor? Judging from the records of the existing dungeons, the gap is actually not that big, they are all about the same. So some super high-level players will want to directly fill in the 99th floor to reach the top, while some super high-level players will choose themselves? Fill in the number of floors in order, from the 90th floor, to the 91st floor, to the 92nd floor …
This also led to many players needing many such invitation letters.
Therefore, the dungeon on the eighty-ninth floor, in addition to the content and danger that cannot be guessed by itself, every time it is opened, there are only a few new players like Xu Miaomiao, and most of them are in their 90s. The high-level veteran who came down to the eighty-ninth floor to take the invitation letter came down again.
For example, Zhao Jingchen from Yuemang, and Ding Xiao from Bianhua.
Another example? It is said that Xuanniao Linqing will come in this time.
Just as she was thinking of Lin Qing's name, there was a sound of footsteps at the intersection of the platform ahead, and Lin Qing was walking in the front.
But Xu Miaomiao's focus was not on Lin Qing who might have appeared in the first place, but on the two people behind Lin Qing. She knew these two people.
She raised her eyebrows: "You guys? Why are you here?"
Yan Mingguang didn't speak, Lin Qing always looked serious. Standing behind the two of them, Yan Wei was wearing a gray-blue windbreaker and a gray scarf loosely around it, as simple and low-key as before. But his contradictory, well-behaved and clever facial features cannot be ignored, even though he is only hiding behind Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing, two people who are not easy to mess with at first glance, including Xu Miaomiao , the eyes of all other players were still betting on Yan Wei for the first time.
Yan Wei didn't seem to feel the scrutiny, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he tilted his head behind Yan Mingguang to look at Xu Miaomiao, and said with a smile, "Little sister, long time no see."
Xu Miaomiao: "..."
Yan Wei seemed happy to see Xu Miaomiao speechless, laughed a few times, then looked away and looked at another person - that was Ding Xiao beside Xu Miaomiao.
Ding Xiao was also looking at Yan Wei.
Her gentle smile froze on her face, her expression quite shocked. She seemed to have opened her mouth, but in the end she still didn't speak, but nodded to Yan Wei in a subtle way.
Yan Wei smiled back, without saying a word, walked quickly to Lin Qing and Yan Mingguang, and stood on the side of the platform.
Several other players are looking at them one after another, but Lin Qing is an old face. Yan Mingguang has led Lin Qing and Yu Feizhou all the way in the past six months, even if he is a high-level player who has completely? Also somewhat impressed. Only Yan Wei, who looks very young, does not have the slightest bit of hostility on his body, as if he was brought to the eighty-ninth floor by Lin Qing to experience it.
There was nothing too weird about the configuration of the three of them, but after a while, there was only the sound of rain clattering around them again.
Yan Wei looked at the railway tracks outside the platform, thinking about the current situation and the significance of the bloody carriage, and heard Lin Qing ask him in a low voice: "What happened just now?"
"what?"
"Ding Xiao."
"Oh." Yan Wei frowned slightly, "It's nothing? It's an old friend." He paused, then added in a low voice, "It's the first time old friend."
Lin Qing understood and didn't ask any more questions.
Not long after, a few more people came. Just after these few people stood up on the platform, there was a sudden sound of whistles from far and near, mixed with the sound of rain, and it was as loud as piercing.
Yan Wei's heart trembled - it seems that everyone is here, the car is here, and the dungeon has begun.
He sneered silently.
As soon as they entered this "dungeon", the three of them discovered that this "dungeon" didn't have any prompt guidance, and all their body indexes and perceptions were wiped out, and only skills and props could be used.
Walking all the way to the platform, the three of them already knew what the purpose of this was—of course, it was to restrain Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei who already had top-level data.
So afraid of his success
It's a pity that Lou's rules are iron laws. Even if the data is suppressed, half of his immortality and moon rings are still there.
I just don't know this? What kind of tricks can be played without any hints
Yan Wei glanced around, and found that other people's reactions were similar - it was the kind of utter tension. He felt that there seemed to be something gloomy floating around here, and even the cool wind blowing into his neck through the gap of the scarf seemed to be mixed with something dirty.
Chills down the spine.
Not far away, a train with no end in sight has entered the platform. The train was old and dirty, and there were many mottled and old blood stains on the iron sheet, which could not be washed away even by the pouring rain.
Finally, the train stopped in front of them.
The door of the carriage in front suddenly opened bit by bit.
The door seemed to be blown open by the wind, "squeak" and "squeak", and it opened slowly with the sound of rust grinding and friction, but no one could be seen behind the door.
There was a thunderclap in the sky, under the gloomy and gloomy sky, it illuminated the front miserably for an instant.
In the light of thunder, Yan Wei looked into the carriage, and saw a figure sitting in the carriage. That? The figure's neck has been broken in half, and the head is hanging crookedly by the other half of the neck that is not broken. The face is facing them? The face is pale, and the eyes are protruding.
Lightning flashed past, and the interior of the carriage returned to calm again. No one could be seen, and the carriage door was fully opened.
Xu Miaomiao suddenly let out an "ah", staggered a few steps forward, and stood firmly under the pull of Ding Xiao.
Ding Xiao smiled gently: "What's wrong?"
Xu Miaomiao frowned: "...someone pushed me."
But just now, behind her is now? Ding Xiao who is supporting her.
At the same time, Yan Wei's eyes paused.
A cold touch slid over his chin, slipped into his neck in an instant, pulled his scarf slightly, the cold and rough touch was like a dead man's fingers.
"They? Are? Urging us? To get in the car," Lin Qing said in a deep voice, "There is no reminder, no blessing of body index and perception, invisible dirty things... This is the essence of death oppression."
Death oppresses itself, there is no need for brute force cracking, there is no problem with force, only death is ubiquitous.