Once inside, all the brightness outside disappeared, and red, green and green lights flickered in the dimness, and the sound of music was mixed with the faint sound of shaking dice.
Gao Ming found a relatively central seat and sat down first, and whispered to Yan Wei who was following him: "There are various organizations established by players in the world inside the building, and some facilities and entertainment are created by the mechanism of the building." Some—like this kind of bar—are created by those organizations to earn invitations. Over time, it has become the place with the most information, after all, there are everyone.”
The invitation letter is the ticket to enter the dungeon. After each player clears the level, they will get several or even more dungeon invitation letters for the next level of difficulty. After clearing the customs this time, Yan Wei also received several invitation letters from the second floor.
Each invitation leads to a copy, and a copy may send out dozens of invitations, or it may only have one.
Players can usually choose a dungeon in the invitation letter obtained after clearing the level, according to the few words on the invitation letter. As long as the player signs his or her name on the selected invitation letter, the dungeon will be dragged into the corresponding dungeon when the dungeon time is up.
Since the invitation letter gave a certain degree of laxity in the selection of dungeons, it naturally gradually became a similar currency in the world inside the building. Although most of the invitations in circulation are of normal difficulty, easy difficulty is hard to come by, but at least one has the right to choose a copy.
Naturally, the more invitations you have, the more likely you will be able to choose a copy that is beneficial to you, and the circulation of invitations will become more common.
The three of them sat down one after another, and there were several players in the building who couldn't help but glance at the surrounding tables.
Gao Ming was dressed in a rigid and monotonous manner, Yan Wei smiled slightly, and his appearance and temperament revealed a well-behaved atmosphere, while Yan Mingguang sat there with his back straight, his whole body cold and alienated. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like someone who would come to such a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, but they just appeared here.
After the attention around him gradually faded away, Gao Ming took out an invitation letter and bought three glasses of wine pretending to relax, before continuing: "You should have felt it all the way here, everything you got in the dungeon Ability, the world inside the building also has it—but it is said that these abilities can only be brought out when you reach the top. There is a buffer period between each copy, and the higher the layer, the longer the buffer period, unless the player actively signs an invitation letter with an earlier date. During the buffer period, we live in the world inside the building, entertaining, practicing strength, analyzing other dungeons, gambling in the building... "
The three glasses of wine they ordered had already been placed in front of them, and the wine was glowing in the glasses with a dim halo, deep and gloomy.
Yan Wei lowered his eyes and stared at the wine glass for a while.
He smiled: "It's a completely self-contained world... Interesting."
He raised the wine glass, raised his chin slightly, the mouth of the glass touched his upper and lower lips, his Adam's apple rolled, and drank it down without changing his face.
The thick aroma of wine filled his mouth, Yan Wei squinted his eyes, and calmed down, relying on his perception beyond the existing layers, he listened to the miscellaneous discussions among the rock and roll sounds.
...Just mentioning the promenade hotel and Yan's voice unabashedly, he heard six or seven voices in this moment.
Sure enough, as Gao Ming said, their dungeon in the world inside the building has attracted a lot of attention, at least among players who are not high-level players.
Yan Wei blinked, and instantly cleared up all his thoughts.
Their dungeon of the gambling building cost almost all the players who bet more or less. People with all kinds of thoughts are staring at any player who may be Yan. Even if he hides, can he hide it
The casino projection only blurred his facial features and name, but other features were still there. And it is impossible for him not to download the dungeon in the future. As long as he is not the only player who clears the dungeon, someone will always guess it and bring his information out of the dungeon. At that time, he may not know anything about it, and the situation is extremely passive.
As for what Gao Ming said about joining the organization...
If it is an ordinary player, who has won the medal of the best player, and there are several organizational forces throwing olive branches, choosing the most suitable one is obviously the safest and safest move.
But he can't.
As long as he is in the dungeon, he will not die the next day. After joining the organization, this skill cannot be hidden at all, and it is easy to be used.
So Yan Wei vetoed this safest approach from the very beginning.
Since if you don't join the organization, you are likely to be beaten passively in the future, so it's better to take the initiative now.
He chuckled lightly, and leaned back on the sofa, a hint of cunning slipped across his obedient and docile eyes just now.
"Yan Mingguang," he raised his hand, put his arm around the shoulder of the man beside him, and whispered in this man's ear, "We—"
"It's a teammate."
The indifferent voice seemed to be wrapped in a layer of cold mist, but without any alienation.
Yan Wei paused, and looked at the cold side face of this man close at hand. The man's deep eyes reflected the faint light, which contrasted with the tall bridge of the nose, like snow and pine, like a cold night.
If Yan Mingguang hadn't met Yan Mingguang in such a place where all kinds of blood were buried, but had simply been feasting and feasting, Yan Wei would have stood by this person's side at the bar, ordered a glass of whiskey for him, and raised his glass to collide with the glass asked the other party in a crisp voice: "Handsome guy, you seem to have a lot of stories."
Too bad it's here.
Yan Wei restrained his mind, hooked the corners of his lips, and whispered something in Yan Mingguang's ear.
After a few words, Yan Mingguang glanced at him.
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows.
After a while, the man nodded: "Okay."
Yan Wei smiled.
He turned around and asked Gao Ming, "How do you exchange news here?"
Gao Ming hurriedly replied: "Look ahead, the people sitting behind the bar under the dark red light, the players in the building call them dealers, they are the intermediary of information circulation. These people usually have been wandering around a fixed number of floors Players, they are completely rooted in the world inside the building. Once the floor rises, they will deliberately fail and descend the floor, and the cycle repeats. If you stay for a long time and know more, you can sell their news to earn invitations, or you can use invitations in exchange for information they know."
Yan Wei glanced at the bar not far away, where the dealer was sitting. From time to time, some players would come up to send invitations and say a few words before leaving, obviously buying and selling news.
His eyes were fixed, and he got up sassyly.
Gao Ming hurriedly stopped him: "If you want to change who is checking our news, maybe all three of our invitation letters together are almost enough for one message."
Yan Wei just turned his head and said to him: "You go back to the apartment first."
Yan Mingguang was still sitting quietly on the side, the hood covered most of the man's face, no expression could be seen in the dim haze.
Gao Ming saw that after Yan Wei had finished speaking, he quickly walked through the crowd and walked to the bar where the dealer was. The moment he sat down, his obedient and gentle temperament was swept away, and his pale brown eyes were filled with accidental shrewdness. . As if he was born to be mixed in the three religions and nine streams, his whole body was melted into smoothness.
The owner of this bar is a bald man, and when he saw Yan Wei, he sneered: "I don't sell news to little bastards who don't have many invitations."
Yan Wei raised his eyes and said with a smile, "I'm here to sell news."
"What news do you have?"
"I'm a first-tier player, so of course I'm selling first-tier news."
"Newbie? Get lost."
Yan Wei blinked, the thick eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes. He raised his hand, dipped his fingertips in the wine, and wrote three letters on the table.
—yan.
"This is news that novices can know."
The dealer's eyes changed, and he looked at him more seriously: "What do you know?"
"I know who he is. You know, this recent news is too valuable. I don't have a channel to contact people who want to buy it. I can only ask you to sell it. You tell me how many invitations you can get in exchange for this news. I'll charge you half and tell you Yan's information, isn't this a good deal?"
The dealer looked at Yan Wei from top to bottom, hesitantly said: "How do I know if what you said is true or not?"
Yan Wei glanced at him, without saying a word, he got up and was about to leave, as if he was in a hurry to find the next one.
The dealer immediately stopped him: "Wait a minute! Okay, the deal is done. The owner of our bar is Yuemang. If you sell fake news, you won't be able to get out of the dungeon again."
Yan Wei's resolute expression just now dissipated, and he seemed to be a different person again at this moment, and smiled friendlyly at the dealer: "Don't worry, I just want to earn some invitation letters."
"Our seed player in Yuemang——Jiang Xiu, you may have heard of it? His younger brother died in the dungeon because he lost a bet at the casino in the Promenade Hotel. Jiang Xiu said in Yuemang, who has Yan? If you are willing to spend the invitation letter to buy it from other dealers in Dengjiu District, you can also verify it. I have nothing to lie to you. I can help you sell the news For Jiang Xiu, I will give you five invitation letters for the fifth-layer dungeon."
Yan Wei listened silently, and memorized verbatim what the dealer said in his heart.
Yuemang should be an organization, and this Jiang Xiu... seems to be someone who intends to take revenge on them. To be able to afford ten invitation letters from the fifth floor, and to give the same reward to all those who might provide information, this person's level of strength... probably exceeds the tenth floor.
He made up his mind, and stretched out his hand with a foolish look on his face.
The dealer hesitated again, but perhaps because the news about Yan was too popular, the dealer gritted his teeth and took out five five-story invitation letters and put them in Yan Wei's hand: "Quickly tell me."
Yan Wei frowned.
His pale brown eyes were still clear and bright, and the tails of his eyes moved slightly, revealing a slight look of joy.
He lightly touched the black ring with his fingertips, put away the five pure black invitation letters, and just smiled, "Thank you, buddy."
After saying that, he copied his pocket with one hand, turned around, and walked a few steps aside.
The dealer immediately turned pale, and shouted in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"
Yan Wei pointed to the front.
A man in a hooded sweater stepped forward amidst the chaos, his back straight, his legs slender, and the half of his face exposed outside the hood was indifferent but clear.
He walked up to the dealer, raised his hands, and lifted off the hood neatly. The deep and three-dimensional facial features were exposed under the dim red and green lights, and the silver-white hair was particularly eye-catching.
Yan Wei shrugged: "I will do what I say - this is my news."
The Zhuang family was stunned for a moment, and his eyes stayed on Yan Mingguang's silver-white hair. He seemed to gradually understand, and stared at Yan Mingguang with wide eyes.
The deafening music from the bar was still going on, but the players in the surrounding buildings stopped what they were doing, and looked more or less in this direction.
"... Silver hair? Hey, have you seen the projection of the Promenade Hotel just released in the past two days? This person seems to be one of the three people who survived in that dungeon..."
"It looks pretty strong."
"Is it Yan? Everyone guesses that the silver-haired player is most likely Yan. He dared to come out at this time, so many people want him to die."
"What are you afraid of? Just accept the organization's solicitation. Isn't Jiang Xiu also relying on Yuemang..."
"..."
Yan Mingguang seemed unaware of these blatant discussions.
He just touched the black ring, clicked on the information panel, and his cold voice pierced through the complicated noise: "Add a friend and give Jiang Xiu my information."
"Tell him, if you want to find me, see you in the dungeon."
"I'm Yan."
In an instant, in the huge bar, under the restless music, there was only deathly silence.
Beside him, the corners of Yan Wei's mouth were slightly hooked, and his eyes were as bright as stars.
…
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang got out of the car one after another.
The car here is indeed as Gao Ming said, as long as you get on the car and choose your destination, you can arrive at the station where your destination is located in an instant. But in the blink of an eye, they appeared from the Lantern Wine District near their apartment.
Not only did he achieve the desired effect, but he also got five five-level invitation letters. Yan Wei was in a good mood.
He tiptoed slightly, put on Yan Mingguang's shoulder, whistled, and said, "This time it's really a happy cooperation."
Yan Mingguang has already recognized Yan's identity in a high-profile manner in public, but in the copy of the Promenade Hotel, the person who got the best player is Yan Wei.
This means that their next dungeon must also be entered together, so as to continue to maintain the pattern of Yan Mingguang attracting attention in the open, and Yan Wei making suggestions in the dark.
They turned the corner and walked into the alley, Yan Mingguang asked him: "Aren't you worried?"
"Worried?" Yan Wei's eyes moved slightly, and he actually nodded, "Of course I'm worried. This Jiang Xiu's strength and experience are very likely to be around the tenth floor. We, it must be very difficult to deal with. But if we just try our best to hide, Jiang Xiu has discovered when we don't know when, and he will do something to harm us in the dungeon, which will be even more terrifying—it is easy to hide with an open gun, but difficult to prevent with a hidden arrow."
Yan Wei hung one hand on Yan Mingguang's shoulder and put the other in his pocket, clutching his swallow-shaped coin, and said, "It's an iron law that players can't kill each other. There is room for cracking. Worrying about this emotion can coexist with challenges.”
Yan Mingguang glanced at him and said nothing.
Yan Wei: "I'm more worried about another thing. If Jiang Xiu really comes to us, players like him will definitely enter the dungeon if they descend from the building, which will definitely cause the difficulty to increase and the gambling mechanism. Then why don't I talk to you in an open manner? Communication is a problem."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Mingguang suddenly pulled his hand off.
The next moment, the sound of the long whip piercing through the air resounded, and in the blink of an eye, Yan Wei found that his hands had been tied up by the long whip that Yan Mingguang obtained in the dungeon.
Yan Wei: "...what are you doing? Although I sometimes owe a beating, I shouldn't be tied up and beaten, right?"
[You can communicate like this.]
"This is how—"
Yan Wei paused.
He has been looking at Yan Mingguang, and he is absolutely sure that this person did not open his mouth at all just now.
The handle of the long whip was held by Yan Mingguang, and the tail of the whip was wrapped around Yan Wei's white wrist for several weeks, tightly binding his hands together.
[This whip... can let people communicate directly by speaking in their hearts?]
[Um.]Yan Mingguang rarely had a hesitant tone. The man paused for a moment before continuing, [There are restrictions.]
Yan Wei glanced at the whip tied to his hand again, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: [It can't be that... Only people who are tied can communicate like this?]
[Um.]
Yan Wei: […]
Before he had time to complain, the perception far beyond the existing layers sounded the alarm in his mind, and Yan Wei shouted in his heart through the long whip: [Five o'clock direction to your rear right! !]
The faint sound of piercing the air came from far to near, and a jet-black long arrow seemed to be chasing the clouds and chasing the sun, and with a "swoosh", it arrived in front of us in an instant!
At the same time, Yan Mingguang raised his hand sideways, and accurately grasped the arrow body with his bare hands at the moment when the black long arrow approached!
On the long black arrow, hung a heavy invitation letter.
The arrow was obviously very powerful. Even though it was held by Yan Mingguang, it slid forward for a while, wiped the bloodstains from Yan Mingguang's tiger's mouth, and then turned into nothingness, leaving only the invitation letter that fell to Yan Mingguang. Mingguang's hands.
Blood dripped from the man's powerful palm, and the two looked at the direction of the long arrow at the same time.
A man dressed in pitch black came out with a long bow. His eyes were dyed dark red, his face was seductive, and his expression was half a smile.
"Catch my arrow with bare hands? My feeling is indeed right, you are indeed very strong."
Lin Zhen walked out from the shadow of a dead angle of view, and was about to continue talking, but paused the moment he saw Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang in front of him.
At the other end of the alley, a slender man with a cool and neat temperament was holding the handle of a long whip, and the tail of the whip was tied to the young man's wrist beside him.
The bound young man was wearing a slightly wide gray windbreaker, which made his figure even more emaciated. Those eyes like peach petals blinked, as if the sky was dotted with stars, and the delicate facial features revealed a well-behaved and docile temperament.
Lin Zhen's eyes followed Yan Wei's handsome face, and saw the bound hands.
He smiled inexplicably, and said to Yan Mingguang: "Yan, I didn't expect you to have such a habit."
Yan Mingguang: "?"
Yan Wei: "..."