The silver dragon silently lowered its eyelids to look at the tiny laptop in its palm, its claws, as large as small mountains, maneuvering it with agility and ease.

"Ah Chen, be careful." Long Xun didn't know where this inexplicable premonition came from. The faint vigilance was too subtle and inexplicable, and it shouldn't have appeared in his mind.

Milk Poison Without Zhou, Cangyun Longxun, Cangjian Ben Shaoye Bu Er, Flower Milk Nanke Yimeng, Poison Scripture Third Team That Xiuxiu, Gailuo Yishan Banjiu, Xiu Milk Muchunfeng, Cangyun Yetan.

There were eight people: one poison healer, one flower healer, and one show healer. The rest were all melee PvP fighters. Their DPS (output) was barely enough to clear a level 80 classic dungeon because there were bosses that required rapid DPS bursts to lower the boss's health. If the boss's health wasn't lowered, the fight would have to be restarted.

[Team] This young master is not stupid: No tank, no ranged attackers, no DPS, how can we fight an egg!

[Team] Mu Chunfeng: Yes.

To be honest, Mu Chunfeng's behavior in the game is as gentle as his name suggests, but now he suddenly acts aloof, which makes everyone feel a little awkward.

Let's not get hung up on the details; after all, it's a game boosting service.

That's what everyone was thinking.

After waiting for a short while, suddenly one by one, unfamiliar IDs joined the team, and this small team that was running an outdated dungeon in the middle of the night was suddenly full.

[Team] Mu Chunfeng:

Long Xun and Yin Chen, one a mermaid and the other a dragon, started using voice chat. Their in-game characters went to Chengdu, then transferred to Maple Valley, and flew directly to Dihua Palace. The map traversal was a bit slow.

Since they were at sea, the fact that they had internet access meant that Longxun, a wealthy man, had bought a satellite to transmit signals over their heads.

There were exactly 25 people in the voice channel, no more and no less. Mu Chunfeng activated the chairman mode, so only he could speak, while everyone else was on white horse.

When we switched back to the game, the map had finished loading, and everyone was crowded on the platform leading to the Dihua Palace.

[Team] Tang Qi: [No Zhou] Disciple, remember to listen to commands! This dungeon is very interesting, you'll see in a bit~ hehe.

[Team] A Dream of Nanke: Grandmaster?

[Team] Yishan Banjiu: Holy crap! Didn't our grandmaster quit a long time ago? I've never heard of that!

Long Xun silently searched through the crowd on the screen and found a guy named Pao Ge standing not far in front of Wu Zhou. He was dressed as the Southern Emperor, and had the number eight face, which was incredibly ugly.

[Team] Wu Zhou: You're back?

[Team] Wu Zhou: Upgrade?

[Team] No Week: Dungeon runs are slow, and the quests have changed a lot.

[Team] Wu Zhou: There are many new maps and new sects.

[Team] No Zhou: After we finish the dungeon, I'll take you to see it.

[Team] Nan Ke Yi Meng: ...No, you're not my master. My master doesn't talk this much, hehehehe.

[Team] Yishan Banjiu: Don't change the art style so casually, Master!! It's so scary, isn't it!

[Team] Tang Qi: It's not difficult. If you really can't do it, just cut the milk.

[Team] Ye Tan: ...They don't seem to have noticed us talking.

[Team] Tang Qi: Oh dear, you've been talking too much, it's time to start the game! Listen to the instructions.

[Team] No Zhou: Good.

Long Xun stared at the chat history, seemingly lost in thought, his eyes filled with a strange expression.

A gentle, hollow male voice came through the headphones: "Green fire, group up; tank, engage the mobs in the red circle."

The voice was hollow and echoing, like a dream, each word slow, dull, and dry, sounding incredibly strange.

Before Long Xun and the others could move, Mu Chunfeng, Xiu Xiu from the third team, and the people who joined the group later had already started moving. It was as if they hadn't noticed that they were just slacking off at all. A Tian Ce player stepped out at the marked red circle to pull monsters.

Tian Ce's equipment is just the Chi Ling set.

Suddenly, Long Xun heard the private chat buzz and saw that Ye Tan had sent a private message.

[Whisper] Ye Tan whispers to you: Dragon God, something's not right with this group.

[Secret Message] You whisper to Ye Tan: Hmm.

[Whisper] Ye Tan whispers to you: They are all level 80 people... but their health is actually higher than our level 95 people!

Long Xun hadn't noticed this, but since Ye Tan had already mentioned it, he obviously clicked on the names to take a look.

[Secret Message] You whispered to Ye Tan: Let's see.

[Secret message] Ye Tan whispers to you: I understand.

While listening to the sluggish commands through the headset, Shenlong controlled Cangyun to follow up and fight, and at the same time slightly raised his eyes to glance at Yin Chen.

He seemed oblivious to the strange behavior of the others, his expression one of unprecedented concentration, eyes wide open, body leaning forward as if he wanted to crawl into the screen.

Wei Xiwu took a shortcut by jumping over a platform, and everyone jumped perfectly. Even Long Xun landed safely. After all, even those who appreciate good scenery need to jump around to find the right angle. Nie Yun was naturally very skilled at using his light-footed skills and double jump.

[Team] Tang Qi: I'm sorry, my disciple fell and died. Can we wait for him for a while?

Long Xun glanced silently at Poison Brother Wu Zhou, who had been standing perfectly still, but Wu Zhou remained silent.

Apart from Ye Tan sending another ellipsis to Long Xun via private chat, no one in the team seemed to notice anything amiss.

It's as if an illusion has blinded everyone's senses.