"That's it." Shen Nanzhi lowered her eyes. She was very wary of Li Qingli, who seemed to be keen on killing people. "So are you going in now?"
Shen Nanzhi pointed at Nether Station. "Should we wait until midnight?"
"Of course we have to wait for the third watch. There are few wandering souls now. When there are fewer people inside, we will sneak in." Jin He Mao's eyes were bright. "You might even meet someone you didn't expect."
Shen Nanzhi suddenly remembered the earthquake news on the TV copy of "Painting Wall". "Are the copies connected?"
"Baby, you are so smart. But I can only say there is a chance." Jin He knew everything and said, "Have you ever blown bubbles? The foam water on the surface of the bubble group that is stacked together will flow to each other. It is probably easy to explain the interconnection of the copies you mentioned. That’s the principle.”
"So, let's meet here at midnight?" Jin He grabbed her arm, his eyes warm and full of expectations.
Shen Nanzhi glanced at Li Qingli, and the man snorted coldly. She suddenly understood that Jin He's drunkard's intention was not to drink.
"Do you two want to go in with me at midnight?" Her eyes moved to the face of the taciturn man beside her, and after asking patiently, she reminded him. "But it would be dangerous."
Lin Que was categorical. "I'll be with you. If I die, it's my own death."
Li Anan also hummed softly.
"Sure." She turned to respond to Jin He. "We will come at midnight, but I don't guarantee that Lin Chuan and the others will come too."
Jin He shrugged, "It's enough for you to come."
The sky was completely dark, a faint green light illuminated the doorway, and the red lanterns of the densely packed houses not far away kept flickering.
After saying goodbye to Jin He, she went straight to the Poetry Pavilion. In the main hall where the Buddha statues were placed, she used her red eyes and roughly learned this type of writing.
The lanterns hanging at the four corners of the poetry pavilion were already lit, the ground turned red, and the cold gaze above her head was still hard to ignore. Being watched like this, Shen Nanzhi clearly felt her heartbeat speed up.
There were three newly added poetry cards, all with the player's name written on them. The first name on one of them was Lin Chuan, and she also captured her own name on one of the poetry cards.
When Shen Nanzhi hung up the poetry plaque, she looked at the relief again.
...The carving is so detailed, and the dark brown wooden eyes are sparkling and lively.
Li Anan's eyes were full of curiosity. "Nan Zhi, what did you just hang up?"
"An'an." Lin Que pulled her, meaning to tell her to be careful. "Shall we go back and meet them now?"
Shen Nanzhi hummed, and the three of them walked back along the dirt road using the familiar road. She later realized that she was already hungry after being exhausted all cramps.
This is the first time I have a basic desire to eat in a dungeon.
"Chen Baiying's hunting failed"
Shen Nanzhi groaned in her heart, as is a high probability that Chen Baiying is also a hunter.
[There are 42 hours left before the end of the game, and the real-time standings are now announced. 】
After the mechanical sound, small cyan characters continued to appear in front of my eyes.
"Fu Huai: 12 Li Qingli: Chen Baiying: 7 ……
Lin Chuan: He Xianyue: Li Anan: Lin Que: Shen Nanzhi: ……
Jinhe: ……
Zhang Quan: 0 ... "
The ranking is only 77, which means that 23 players have completely died in the dungeon, perhaps because they were killed strangely, or perhaps they were hunted for the second time after starting over.
Shen Nanzhi did not accept the shocking death rate. In just 6 hours, 23 people died.
People are really more capable than Weird.
Li Anan and Lin Que were safe and sound during this hunting activity. Shen Nanzhi thought of Chen Baiying. It seemed that this person was not in a hurry to attack his old classmate.
"Remember not to tell others your names, especially those at the top of the standings."
Shen Nanzhi noticed that the other three poetry cards were all filled with five names, and she only wrote Chen Baiying.
On the one hand, it's because she doesn't know the names of the others, and on the other hand, maybe it's because she's not used to being an indifferent executioner who attacks indiscriminately.
(End of this chapter)