Everything is white, but the distance is thick black.
Even if the snowy sky is gloomy, the pallor of the ground should bring some light, but the surrounding world is gloomy. The sun that was not covered by the clouds above still gave off a bleak light, but it was far inferior to the haze that covered the sky.
At the junction of land and water, thick blackness began to spread outward.
It is this treacherous black sea water that makes the long white snowy sky dim, as if it has sucked away all the light.
The floating light flashed before Yan Wei's eyes as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking. When his eyes were calm again, he was stepping off the wooden boat docked on the shore. face.
He glanced at himself in a long gown: "?"
There was a pause on his side, and the people waiting behind him and beside the boat began to urge him: "Don't wait, the sea is not peaceful, come down quickly when you come to study, and go to the school to live."
Yan Wei closed his eyes and sleeves, stepped off the plank of the boat, and stepped on the wet shore.
The prompt sounded at this moment.
[The top-level dungeon "Black Sea Town Coffin" is officially loaded. A total of 25 players have entered. The dungeon lasts for a long time, has a huge scope, and involves a large number of NCs. Therefore, players are randomly scattered. Please be prepared. This time, the top-floor dungeon provides a descending passage. ]
[The dungeon projection has been turned on in real time, and the twenty-five players can choose whether to turn on the perspective. The number of players and survival tracking are not provided in the copy, players are asked to judge by themselves. At present, six players have chosen to open the perspective. ]
[Do you want to turn on the camera? ]
On the wooden boat, young people dressed in robes similar to those of Yan Wei stepped down quickly. Judging from the reaction, they were probably NCs.
He is now at the side of a very old-style pier. There are some people of different ages and simple clothes standing by the pier in front of the pier. They are obviously here to pick up young people like them. The surrounding buildings are mostly made of wood and tiles. Looking inside, one or two-story houses are stacked together, and it is obvious that there is a huge town inside.
Judging from the appearance, it is at least hundreds of thousands of years ago. Unlike most dungeons that put players in small places, this time, they seem to have collectively entered a previous period.
From the perspective of the times, everything here is normal, except that the sea water is black.
Don't need that NC to say it, you can tell that the Black Sea reveals something weird. Looking outside, you can see black water everywhere, and looking inside, you can see towns with layers of buildings.
It seems that their map is really big.
Yan Wei only thought for a moment, and after getting a general understanding of his situation, he chose to turn on the projection angle.
The higher the players get to the top, the less they like to use the projection angle. That's because everyone has their own cards. In dungeons, players are usually each other's opponents. If they opened the projection view, the next dungeon, the player who is against them will know their hole cards, which is not good after all.
But now it's the top level.
For Yu Yanwei, the top level this time is already the second time he has put all his eggs in one basket. He will not look for the passageway to descend the building, he will only go straight forward, and he will not turn back when he hits the south wall.
Since this is the case, it is better to turn on the projection. If something really happens, this record can be regarded as a little effort for future generations.
Come to think of it, the six players who have already started think so too.
[The player has turned on the camera. ]
[The dungeon is officially opened, the dungeon location: Guanyin Town, the destination of the current stage: Guanyin Academy. Because the player's name does not affect the dungeon information, the player's identity in the current dungeon will be consistent with the player's own name. ]
[Your current identity is a student studying in Guanyin Town from other places, and you are the young distant cousin of Mr. Bai from Guanyin School. Under Mr. Bai's entrustment, you not only came to the school to study, but also secretly brought the thousand-year-old agarwood bought by your family with a lot of money. You have always respected Mr. Bai, and you will definitely take care of the things he entrusted you with. ]
The inner side of Yan Wei's robe moved slightly, and a small piece of thousand-year-old agarwood mentioned in the notification sound appeared.
This is a limited item in the dungeon. He tried it, but couldn't put it into the black ring, so he had to carry it with him.
[Due to the particularity of the top-floor dungeon, players can choose to leave the world inside the building and take away their current abilities after clearing the level. This dungeon uses dungeon progress rewards, and the progress percentage of dungeon exploration is the reward percentage that players can get. If the player's dungeon exploration progress is 100%, then 100% of the data strength can be taken away when clearing the level. The more you explore, the more power you can take with you. Players are requested to actively explore and strive to survive. ]
[In this instance, for you, the current task is to understand the origin of the Black Sea around Guanyin Town before midnight today. ]
[Your undead status will be activated at midnight tonight. ]
Yan Wei frowned—what does "for you" mean? And this mission prop is also very strange.
The thousand-year-old agarwood in his hand is obviously a prop related to the strange place of the dungeon, and it was given to him as soon as he entered the dungeon. Will there be other related props? It may be with other players, it may be with nc.
It is also intriguing that the thousand-year-old agarwood cannot be put into the black ring. In dungeons, things that are not allowed to be put into the black ring are generally for the convenience of snatching.
He intuited that some people had different missions in this dungeon, and it might even be the opposite.
When the notification sound ended, Yan Wei thought about it, and several people on the boat came down one after another. He was thinking of going to that Guanyin School with these people to settle down first, and then looking for other scattered people to complete the first phase of the task, when he saw that the last person was completely different from the other students, bouncing off the boat.
Yan Wei: "..."
Lin Zhen: "... Hi. Why do you look surprised and helpless?"
"I was pleasantly surprised to meet a teammate, but unfortunately I met a teammate who can only fight. I am very happy to see you, but it seems useless. To make a long story short, if I choose someone who can protect me, I just want to see Yan Mingguang , but seeing you, I can only make do with it."
"..."
The school boy of Guanyin Hall said: "Young masters, come with me, the dormitory in the school has been arranged."
As soon as the fairy tales in this book fell, not far away, amidst the whistling sea wind, there was a burst of desolate mourning. A group of people in mourning clothes approached in two rows. The two people in the front were holding a big bamboo basket in their hands. There were various kinds of paper money in the basket. These two people were leading the team to the shore with the paper money. Then, the paper money fell with the sea breeze, and a little bit of it floated to the coffin carried by the two pairs of people behind.
Bai Xue and the paper money fell together, and they were mixed together for a while, and white was everywhere.
The person who played at the end was blowing dirges, but the people in front didn't have any sad expressions. Instead, they all looked nervous and nervous.
The people on the pier immediately parted to give them a way to the shore.
Yan Wei and Lin Zhen huddled among the retreating crowd, watching the mourning procession approach with the coffin on their shoulders.
Yan Wei thought for a while, and said to the book boy from Guanyin School who came to pick them up: "I just came from another place, so I may ask, why do they go to the seaside?"
The book boy stared at the group of people with a very nervous expression. When he heard Yan Wei's words, he was startled unexpectedly, and he was relieved when he turned around and found that it was a handsome young man.
He whispered, "This is mourning."
Going to the beach in mourning
Yan Wei retreated to Lin Zhen's side.
"It's kind of weird."
Lin Zhen asked: "You mean this team? It might be some strange funeral tradition."
"It's okay to have a funeral," Yan Wei shook his head. "Look at the expressions of these people. Others are afraid of seeing a funeral. It's okay to be nervous and flustered. The funeral family members are also very nervous. No one is crying or sad."
After a while, these people completely reached the shore, and further on, there was a vast black sea.
Suddenly, the coffin that was being carried started to shake violently!
The person carrying the coffin didn't react for a while, and didn't grab it. The coffin struggled a bit, and fell to the ground with a "boom." The coffin board, which was supposed to be nailed to death, shook violently, and broke open a thin crack while shaking.
In an instant, half of the palm with bruised skin crawled out from the gap!
As soon as it stretched out halfway, someone in the mourning team shouted: "Quick! Close it!!"
The coffin bearers rushed to the four corners of the coffin in a panic and pushed the coffin lid vigorously. The owner of this hand seemed to be still alive, the fingers struggled a bit, and the hand was pushed back. The coffin shook more violently, as if there was a living person crazily bumping into the surroundings, and the dull impact sounded continuously.
Everyone around took a few steps back, but no one made a sound—it seemed that this was not the first time they had seen such a scene.
Yan Wei followed the others back, watching the pair hastily nailed the coffin with several more layers, then quickly picked up the shaking coffin, and threw it into the endless black sea in front of him.
This time it was a dull "boom" when the coffin fell into the water.
The coffin sank straight down, with freshly fallen snowflakes floating on the black sea, but the coffin never floated up again.
People at the pier were quiet for a while, but it was commonplace, and after a while, they resumed their previous activities, doing what they should do. The book boy also waved, beckoning those who came to the school to follow.
Lin Zhen asked, "What's going on?"
"Go to school."
Six or seven of them, outsiders who came to Guanyin Town, boarded the carriage prepared earlier, and Yan Wei and Lin Zhen naturally boarded the same carriage. The carriage swayed and slowly drove towards the Guanyin School.
Outside the carriage, even though the boundless black water on the shore just now was full of eerie aura, the daytime in Guanyin Town seemed to be normal. The streets are still full of people, the voices of the people come and go, and there are also the hawking sounds that can only be heard when passing by the downtown.
When Yan Wei got into the car, he let go of his majestic perception and understood the terrain here. Guanyin Town seems to be a seaside town with one side close to the sea and the other side connected to the land, but it is not the usual round shape, but a rather regular rectangle, with many corner houses on all sides, more prosperous than the four sides Inside the rectangle are densely packed houses and streets, and there are still countless people.
There is some openness in the middle, as if there is some large building.
Yan Wei had just asked about the direction of Guanyin Academy, now his senses swept the terrain, and estimated, according to the time scale here, it will take half an hour to arrive at Guanyin Academy.
As soon as he touched the general outline of the terrain, he bumped into another perception not far away—Yu Zhengqing's.
The other party obviously also felt his presence, not only did not withdraw his perception, but also aggressively extended towards him, as if trying to knock Yan Wei's perception away.
Yan Wei's expression sank.
He was not polite, and his perception rushed towards Yu Zhengqing's perception. He was worried that it would affect the players who appeared suddenly, so he took a good look at it, and only used about one-third of his perception, which was just ahead of Zhengqing.
The majestic perception rushed towards Zhengqing, who stopped there for a moment, and retreated angrily.
Yan Wei withdrew his perception and opened his eyes.
Outside the dungeon, the world inside the building, under the projection of the endless monument.
The usually sparsely populated central area is crowded with people. Even though this projection can be seen from a distance, players with a little strength in the world inside the building still rushed here to watch the long-lost projection of the top-level copy up close.
The dungeon is a difficulty that no one has ever succeeded in the legend. The players in the dungeon are almost all the top super high-level players in the world inside the building.
As long as one of them succeeds, it means that the tens of thousands of people watching in front of the projection have also seen the hope of success.
So it's not just a replica projection that can be watched in real time.
At this moment, from Lin Zhen's subjective perspective, only Yan Wei sitting on the other side of the carriage is in the picture. The projection showed the perception of the players in a visible way. Everyone watched Yan Wei release the perception that was enough to overwhelm Zhengqing in the blink of an eye. For the first time in the copy, the remote Face to face, Yu Zhengqing was beaten back.
"Is this the newcomer Xuanniao?? He also entered the top floor!??"
"Not only has he entered the top floor, but his perception is even higher than that of Yu Zhengqing... Isn't Yu Zhengqing the oldest player in Yuemang? He has been in the world inside the building for more than 20 years."
"Who said just now that Yu Zhengqing was going to give him a blow? It's obviously Yan Wei who gave Yu Zhengqing a meeting gift."
"Yu Zhengqing is an old fox, not reckless. He should try Yan Wei's strength, and then decide what kind of attitude he will use when deciding on the dungeon. Do you really think he is provoking impulsively?"
"I'm not very interested in what Yu Zhengqing wants to do. I only know that he can't do a young man who hasn't had many dungeons. So why is Yan Wei such a high stat for a rookie!??"
"..."
Among the crowd, Xu Miaomiao stared intently at Yan Wei and Lin Zhen's perspective.
Ding Xiao squinted her eyes. Being parasitic on the body of the puppet, she had forgotten many things, but she still remembered some past related to Yan Weiyan Mingguang.
She smiled and said, "He doesn't even use half of the data."
In the dungeon, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, as if deliberately delaying their arrival at the school.
After Yan Wei opened his eyes, he looked around the interior of the carriage. The inside of the carriage is very delicate, although the inside is small, the chairs and stools on both sides are padded, and there is a small table in the middle, with a plate of pastries stacked on top of it.
Lin Zhen didn't even check it, he picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth.
Yan Wei knew that with such a long dungeon, there was usually no problem with food, and he didn't care about Lin Zhen's gluttony. He said, "Did you hear the mission introduction?"
"I heard it." Lin Zhen's cheeks were puffed up, and the words he said were a little vague, "It means that this place is probably a little strange, let me understand why it is strange, and a limited time was given, before midnight today."
Yan Wei breathed a sigh of relief. At least there is no difference between Lin Zhen and his mission, not everyone is different.
He asked: "Did you get any limited props in the dungeon?"
"Yes, a knife that can cut anything. That's not nonsense, my own knife can also be cut, and I'm not allowed to put this one away."
"I also have props. Everyone may have them, or they may be different. There are twenty-five people. I don't think there are so many things. And when Lou introduced the task, he specifically limited it to my task. Everyone has the same goal. The dungeons are generally not like this, and the twenty-five people are almost all separated, I think the mission is likely to be more than ours."
"If there's more than one kind, it's all done."
"..." Yan Wei raised his eyebrows.
"Why are you looking at me like an idiot?"
Yan Wei: "Because you are stupid enough to ask this question."
Lin Zhen: "..."
"The tasks are different, and everyone's goals may not necessarily be the same. The prompt said, must everyone find out the unknown in Guanyin Town and solve it? Yes, we have all got the props, and we still need to find the unknown. We have to deal with the unknown, but since when did Lou have the supremacy of justice?"
"You mean someone might be on the unknown side?"
"I can't rule out this tendency, but if that's the case, at least the acquaintances should not be on different sides. Otherwise, as long as the relationship between the two parties exceeds the interests, there is no need to play this dungeon. Even if everyone's mission is the same, Then if some people have props and some don’t, and only those who have props can complete the task and leave alive, you say that those who don’t have props should deal with the evil spirits first or deal with us first? You must keep the things.”
"Oh."
The horses pulling the cart walked forward on the snow. Yan Wei was not used to this primitive means of transportation, so he stretched himself in the car.
Each of these copies is colder than the other. Yan Wei rubbed his hands, folded them, and said, "I forgot to ask you, what is your identity this time?"
Lin Zhen finished eating the last piece of pastry, swallowed it hastily, and said, "The cousin of Mr. Bai."
Yan Wei raised his eyelids and looked at him with unclear meaning.
"What's wrong? What is your identity?"
Yan Wei suddenly couldn't bear it: "Let's go to the school first. Since the starting point is the Guanyin School, there should be clues related to this boundless black sea."
Lin Zhen persisted: "What is your identity? If you want to sneak into this school, you must have an identity."
"It's also a relative of Mr. Bai. It's Mr. Bai's distant room—"
"Isn't that the same as me? You are also a cousin or something? Then we are still brothers."
"... My little cousin from afar."
Lin Zhen's expression froze.
Yan Wei's eyes flickered, and he carefully calculated his seniority, only to feel that the seniority here is really complicated, and he, who has never been with his relatives, unexpectedly encountered a blind spot in knowledge.
So he said, "Call me Grandpa."
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