[There are ninety-nine floors in the building, and each floor is a random dungeon. There are players, npcs and dungeon bosses in the dungeon, and the mode is mostly spooky and terrifying. The initial player will start from the first floor, and only by reaching the top can they survive and leave completely, and bring the abilities obtained in the building into reality. ]
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[All player information is stored in the Black Ring, and can be checked at any time if necessary. ]
[The number of dungeon layers this time: 7 layers. ]
[Location of this copy: Ankang Ancient Town. ]
[Current player data: body index 11, perception 33, layer 1, points 12. ]
[The players are all here, the instance is open. ]
[In the dungeon, players cannot kill each other. ]
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The notification sound was almost the same as the last time Yan Wei entered the dungeon. He already knew the other information, and the only useful information was the location of the dungeon—Ankang Ancient Town.
The surrounding darkness dissipated, but the light in front of him was not bright.
The setting sun in the distant sky casts a warm yellow aftertaste, under the clouds, birds are singing, and the wind is rustling.
The skylight elongated the figures of all the players, and the shadows overlapped, making it quite shady in this quiet mountain area.
The place where they are located is a temple next to a very high mountainside. The temple is a very classical glazed tile building, but it is not a common color. The bricks of the walls are black, and the tiles of the roof are dark red, which looks very strange on this peaceful mountainside.
On the top of the temple building stands a half-open umbrella carved in stone.
—A half-open umbrella, as suggested on the invitation letter.
In front of the temple, standing are the players in the building who entered the seventh-floor dungeon.
The moment he just entered the dungeon, Yan Mingguang immediately took out the long whip. The tail of the whip was wrapped around Yan Wei's left wrist four or five times. The body of the whip extended all the way to the handle. grasped in hand.
Here's what they tried before they came in.
This braid was poured from the flesh and blood of the victims in the Promenade Hotel dungeon. In addition to the basic attack ability, it also has the ability to see through the mind—that is, the person holding the whip handle and the whip tail can directly Dialogue in mind.
The request was to bind both hands, but the two of them tried it out, and it was fine to tie one hand, but it would take two more wraps, so they finally chose such a way that least hindered movement.
It just looks so weird.
At the moment when all the players gathered, almost everyone's eyes were immediately on Yan Wei's wrist wrapped around the whip.
Yan Wei: "..."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
Lin Zhen was still dressed in pitch black, as if he could melt into the darkness at any time. He was carrying a pitch-black longbow, and his dark red pupils were like rubies under the warm yellow sunset light.
He smiled meaningfully at Yan Mingguang, and then walked up to Yan Wei, raising his hand to pick Yan Wei's chin, "You really followed Yan in? He can't protect himself now, why don't you beg me , I might be able to protect you."
Yan Wei stepped back to avoid Lin Zhen's hand.
At the same time, Yan Mingguang suddenly stretched out his other hand that was holding the pocket, and stabbed Lin Zhen with the folded short blade tightly in his hand.
Without blinking, Lin Zhen raised his hand and confronted Yan Mingguang a few times.
There were other players around, and neither of them was obviously serious, so they stopped after a few tries.
Yan Mingguang's eyes were cold: "Take care of yourself."
The corner of Lin Zhen's mouth curled up, speechless.
Their actions, coupled with Yan Mingguang's iconic and very obvious appearance, the players in the dungeon this time are not newbies, and they have somewhat understood who they are, and they all have different expressions.
Yan Wei also recognized Jiang Xiu at this moment—this person's hostility towards Yan Mingguang was too obvious, and he kept staring at Yan Mingguang while the others were still observing the surroundings, obviously coming down the building with a purpose Jiang Xiu.
Seeing Lin Zhen walk away a few steps, Jiang Xiu sneered: "Why don't you fight? I'm still waiting to see the show."
Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows lightly: "Why don't you try it with me?"
Jiang Xiu choked.
Now that he has just entered the dungeon, how could Jiang Xiu think of such a hard idea of confronting Lin Zhen as soon as he came up
He changed the subject, looked straight at Yan Mingguang, and said, "Yan? What a coincidence, I entered a dungeon with you... You went to a dungeon in a gambling building, and my brother died in a difficult dungeon because he lost the bet." Li, I didn't expect that we would meet this time... It's a pleasant cooperation."
Yan Wei lowered his head slightly, rolled his eyes at Jiang Xiu generously from an angle that the players couldn't see, and said in his heart: [Having a good cooperation? He's obviously a tenth-floor player, so he came downstairs to find us, shameless. Teacher Yan, ignore him!]
Yan Mingguang's expression remained unchanged and he didn't say a word.
Including the four of them, there are a total of twelve people in this dungeon, all of whom are experienced players. Without the newcomers like Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang making trouble in the first dungeon, everyone looked around tensely.
Regarding the matter between Jiang Xiu and Yan, players with some experience and connections knew it well, and no one revealed it. Everyone stepped forward and briefly introduced themselves.
Just as the last person finished saying his name, Lou's notification sounded again.
[All players in the copy are ready, and the copy of Ankang Ancient Town triggers the balance mechanism. ]
[It is detected that there are a large number of players who are lifting and descending buildings in the dungeon, and the difficulty of the dungeon is increased. This dungeon is changed from the player survival mode to the mode of completely cracking the dungeon. Only by completely cracking the plot of the dungeon can the "ladder" be found. In order to promote the enthusiasm of players, the dungeon will take the initiative to release tasks. Players are requested to follow the basic instructions, actively look for ladders, and strive to survive. ]
[The difficulty reaches the critical value, and the gambling floor mechanism is activated. ]
There are Yan Wei who lifts seven floors at a time, and Jiang Xiu who drops ten floors and seven floors. Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang have long expected that they will open the gambling building.
At the moment when the prompt sounded, Yan Wei immediately turned on the privacy right, but Yan Mingguang didn't turn it off this time—he had already stood on the bright side, so it's better to stand firmly.
At this time, the gambling area.
For a few months, the Mang members knew that Jiang Xiu was entering the dungeon at this time, and had been waiting here for a long time—this is a dungeon that will inevitably open a gambling building.
As a novice on the first floor, Yan directly declared war on Jiang Xiu, a player on the tenth floor. Jiang Xiu went downstairs to find Yan. This matter was not a secret among low-level players. There are also other players who don't know the specific time wandering around in the gambling building area, waiting for the first time to watch the projection of the gambling building that may appear.
The moment the projection appeared, the surrounding players immediately gathered and crowded the open space under the projection.
"Sure enough, the gambling building has been opened!! This dungeon looks like the map is not small, and there are twelve players, which is a big book."
"That silver-haired guy is Yan? Why is he holding a man with a whip... Well, I can't see his face, but his temperament definitely looks good. Did Yan bring it in for fun?"
"That's for sure, isn't there a lot of players like this? If you can't survive by yourself, you rely on the protection of powerful players, and take the initiative to join in as entertainment for others. If you die in the dungeon, it's bad luck. If you don't die, you will be punished." If the boss brings it out, he will make money."
"My God, Yu Feizhou is also here in this dungeon? His last dungeon was the same as Lin Zhen's. Not only did he open the gambling house, but he also won the medal for the best player in the gambling tower dungeon ahead of Lin Zhen!"
"Except for the burden that Yan brought in this time, it's not a fuel-efficient lamp. No matter how difficult the dungeon is, you can pass it. There is no suspense in this gambling house—"
The player's words stuck in his throat.
After the gambling building was opened, whether it was in front of the projection in the gambling building area or in the copy of Ankang Ancient Town, the notification sound of the building sounded again!
[It is detected that there are players who use the "Best Player" medal in the copy, and the number is greater than one, and the balance mechanism is upgraded. ]
[The dungeon will simultaneously trigger a 10% increase in difficulty and a 10% increase in the probability of props appearing. ]
[The difficulty of the dungeon exceeds the critical value again! The mechanism of the gambling building is upgraded. In addition to betting on the win or loss of the copy, the betting players must participate in guessing who is the best player, and choose one of the twelve players to bet. If the betting player wins the best player medal, the bettor win the bet. ]
Inside the copy of Ankang Ancient Town.
Yan Wei slightly raised his eyebrows, and placed a bet on the information panel without hesitation, choosing that he would survive to the end and get the medal of the best player.
The rest of the players also operated in shock, with serious expressions and slightly lowered eyes.
Even Jiang Xiu's complexion was not very good-looking.
From the very beginning of the dungeon, the difficulty was directly raised to Hell mode. With so many seeds entering the dungeon, this dungeon must not be easy.
The sunset in the sky has completely set. The whole mountain was covered with stars and moon, and fell into boundless darkness.
The ancient town does not have any modern equipment, and the temple is retro and primitively lit with candles, and suddenly there are ethereal singing voices in it, like children singing a cappella out of nowhere.
"The stars are up, the moon is up..."
"This is a mountain and river bestowed by God, this is a fertile field, this is a blessing from heaven..."
"Let it rain, let it rain, the crops will grow..."
"We put up our umbrellas..."
Accompanied by the clear singing, the gate of the temple opened slowly with a "squeak", and a group of children ran out of the temple with their schoolbags on their backs, as if they were returning home from school.
Behind them, a sorceress in national costumes and a hat watched the children leave, then slowly walked down the stairs and walked in front of the players.
"Travelers are here." Under the starry sky, in front of the temple's brilliant lights, the goddess smiled at them, "I have received the news that you are coming here for vacation. Our place is small, there are no hotels, and there is no big place. Electricity and Internet, only the mountain temple has guest rooms for the townspeople to live in when offering incense and offerings, so I can only wrong you to live in the mountain temple in the town."
The sorceress led them up the steps of the mountain temple, and the twelve players formed groups of each, silently following behind the sorceress.
The interior of the mountain temple is very clean and tidy. It is a temple built against the mountain wall. The main hall is next to the mountain wall. Three sides are surrounded by brick walls, and the other side is the mountain wall.
On the mountain wall, there is actually a stone that looks very similar to a human being. It looks like a person holding an umbrella. But there are no traces of man-made carvings on the stone. The edges and corners of the stone are very smooth, as if formed naturally over time.
The incense and other objects in the main hall are enshrined in front of this human-shaped stone.
The sorceress stepped forward, bowed to the stone, and then turned around and said to them: "This is the mountain god of Ankang Town. After our ancestors settled in this place surrounded by mountains and rivers, they discovered the statue of the mountain god, and built around it. We visited the mountain god temple. We rely on the blessing of the mountain god for good weather and good harvest. Travelers, please don’t be disrespectful to the mountain god when visiting. Recently, the town will hold the mountain god festival every 12 years. You can participate in the town, but There are sacrificial ceremonies in the mountain temple, please don't wander around in the temple."
Everyone responded well one after another.
Yan Wei looked around the hall without a trace, and said to Yan Mingguang: [According to what this sorceress means, Ankang Town should be an extremely backward and superstitious ancient town. The stone statues of people who lived here were enshrined as mountain gods, and over time they have reached the present. This hall doesn't seem to have any problems, but I feel very uncomfortable when I see this mountain god statue, and the black bricks they use, there is always an ominous feeling.]
[The copy in the building,] Yan Mingguang just said concisely, [It's normal if it's unknown.]
While they were talking, the sorceress had already taken out five keys to distribute to the players.
There are twelve players, and there are only five rooms in the mountain temple.
Fortunately, the dungeon this time does not require the same number of people per room as last time, so Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang naturally took a key—Yan Mingguang said that when he lived with Yan Wei, the eyes of several other players kept looking at him. Yan Wei's face and Yan Wei's wrist moved on the whip. I don't know what to think.
As for the others, Jiang Xiu didn't come in alone, there were two other members of Yuemang, and the three of them took a key.
Lin Zhen, who seemed to be very lonely, took the initiative to join a player named Yu Feizhou. The remaining players were divided into a group of three and a group of two, and the five keys were completely distributed.
The night in the ancient town without a power grid is extremely boring, and it seems to be used to resting early. After the witch gave them the keys, she led them to the door of the guest room, and asked them to blow out the candles and go to sleep.
"Excuse me, can I come out at night?" A player asked.
"Just don't run around in the mountain temple and affect the sacrifice."
This answer has a very broad range, and it generally means yes.
Although it is possible, but this is only the first day, and he asked to go back to the room to rest just after entering the dungeon. There is no active information, and the players will naturally not be stupid enough to wander around immediately.
As soon as the witch left, everyone went back to their rooms.
Before Yan Wei followed Yan Mingguang into the room, Jiang Xiu turned his head to look at them with a gloomy face and cruel eyes.
The man raised his hand, wiped his neck at them, and then returned to the room.
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang ignored his move.
Jiang Xiu had no way to go against Lou's basic principles to kill them. Now that the difficulty of the dungeon was mentioned again and again, the difficulty had already reached the point where Jiang Xiu could not handle it with ease. The more frequently this person speaks harshly, the more it shows that he has no confidence.
"Do you remember the song the children sang just now?"
After entering the room, after Yan Mingguang turned off the projection angle, he immediately retracted the long whip that always aroused people's imagination, and Yan Wei said directly: "I have memorized it. But in order to prevent this song from being triggered by any death , I will not repeat it.”
"Remember."
"That's fine. Whether it's the shape of the half-opened umbrella on the invitation, or the symbolic umbrella on the top of the temple, and the statue of the mountain god holding the umbrella, it means that this copy is related to the umbrella. But there is something strange..."
Yan Wei took out a series of cleaning tools from the storage compartment of the information panel. In such a treacherous dungeon, he began to perform a simple secondary cleaning of the place where he was going to rest and the mattress.
He rubbed and said: "If it is a town that believes in mountain gods, longs for rain, and uses umbrellas as a symbolic figure, then this town should be full of umbrellas or patterns of umbrellas everywhere. But since we came in until now , except for the statues of the mountain temple..."
Didn't see any real umbrellas at all.
Just as he was about to continue, the sound of hobbled footsteps suddenly came from the door of the guest room—it was the footsteps of the sorceress.
The witch's footsteps went from far to near, and then from near to far, and she stopped for a while, and she also listened to it when she passed by the door of Yan Wei and his wife, accompanied by the sound of something falling to the ground. She seemed to have passed through five guest rooms one by one, and put something at the door of the guest rooms.
The two were so quiet that even their breathing slowed down, and they listened without moving, until the sound of the witch's footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared completely, and Yan Wei was relieved.
What was the witch doing just now
Yan Wei glanced at the 1/2 undead skill on the information panel. The status of the skill remained in the normal state, and the undead ability could not be activated until midnight.
In this case, Yan Mingguang is more suitable to deal with such a situation, otherwise he would be easily delayed if he stepped forward rashly.
He blinked, a pair of pale brown eyes were clear and well-behaved, as if dotted with gentle but bright stars.
"Teacher Yan, I'm afraid... why don't you go and have a look?"
Yan Mingguang glanced at him: "No."
He dragged his tone: "Teacher Yan—?"
Yan Mingguang lifted his foot, holding the long whip in his knuckle hand, walked silently to the door, and looked out through the cat's eyes.
The corridors of the ancient temple were filled with darkness, and the candles had been completely blown out. Only the hazy moonlight shone down, illuminating the outlines of things in front of the door.
Yan Mingguang frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice, "An umbrella."
Yan Wei narrowed his eyes slightly: "Umbrella?"
"An open umbrella."
Yan Wei raised his eyes and asked seriously, "What about the other rooms?"
This is invisible to the cat's eye.
Yan Mingguang naturally knew what Yan Wei meant. With a long whip in his hand ready to go, his back slightly tensed, he opened the door vigilantly and looked out.
In the long and dark corridor, in front of the five doors at the same interval, there are five long-handled umbrellas standing on the ground neatly arranged.
The umbrella is white, the umbrella handle and ribs are slightly pale white, and the umbrella cover is smooth and bright white, so white that it slightly reflects the moonlight.
The night was dim, and the moonlight was as pale as snow, which made the umbrella even paler.
"They're all umbrellas," Yan Mingguang said word by word, "five white, open umbrellas."