Cheng Shuang's casual question, "Those who entered the mysterious instance have been forgotten by everyone," was considered by the crowd to be at least 70-80% correct, if not 100%.

Han Meimei pondered for a moment, then shook her head with a wry smile, "I've lived here unchanged since I was old enough to understand things. I have no idea about the relationship between city size and transportation hubs that you're discussing. As for traveling to other cities or countries, I've never even thought about it."

The group expressed their understanding, saying that it wasn't self-torture to go to unfamiliar places and enter unfamiliar instances, only to squander the stable points they had worked so hard to obtain. That wasn't travel; that was just being delusional.

Cheng Shuang pursed her lips and stopped speaking, because she noticed that Han Meimei was in a very low mood. Anyone would find it hard to accept if they realized that there were many inexplicable and discordant aspects in their own world.

Han Meimei is a smart woman. Even though she hadn't had much contact with the protectors before, since she started dating Li Lei, the slight differences that Li Lei occasionally revealed were enough to make her think further.

Although she is not love-obsessed, she still trusts and relies on her lover, even if they have not known each other for long.

Even in dungeons, there are endless cycles of reincarnation. As fellow human beings, how could they possibly escape the laws governing the development of all things?

Even if from childhood, under the education of teachers and elders, one believes that one is superior to the NPCs in the game, like the difference between a high-tech civilization and a backward civilization, in essence they should be the same.

Han Meimei had never thought deeply about this before. She wasn't a philosopher, so why bother with such impractical questions as the origin of the world, who she was, or how humanity came to be? Was the food not good enough, or were the dungeons not exciting enough?

But I still remember a few years ago, when she was still young, there was a woman who was called a mad scientist by the world. She once made a statement claiming that the world had already ended and that everything was an illusion...

Back then, the Mad Doctor still had quite a few die-hard believers, and Han Meimei just thought these people had nothing better to do.

Unreal? She eats, drinks, studies, and earns points in dungeons every day. She gets hurt and feels lonely. How can that be unreal?

To be alive is to be real!

If it weren't for Li Lei, she might have felt resistant to these strange people in front of her, but now...

An hour later, Sun Han and Lian Rong returned. They entered the Rat Man instance, which was similar to the apocalypse. A new type of plague had infected humans, causing women to die and men to become Rat Men. Anyone who came into contact with them would be infected.

The male rat is almost indistinguishable from the female rat in appearance.

To get a high score in this instance, the spread of the virus needs to be completely eradicated and peace restored, but this limits the number of people who can enter. Therefore, the chance of getting a high score is practically zero. Getting some basic points is relatively easy; just try to eliminate the infectious rat men. Of course, if you mistakenly kill an ordinary human, you'll lose points.

Sun Han currently has 65 points, while Lian Rong has a high score of 70 points. Apart from Han Meimei, she has the highest score so far.

After resting for about half an hour, the two said they were fine and could continue, so Han Meimei chose a derivative dungeon.

So-called derivative dungeons are dungeons created from horror movies or legends of this world. If you encounter a story you are familiar with, everything becomes much easier. There's nothing happier than knowing the plot in advance.

After leaving the urban village, Han Meimei hailed a seven-seater car and they drove together to an abandoned old building.

This old Western-style building has a strong Republican-era style. The windows are dilapidated, and the front yard is desolate and overgrown with weeds, but the iron gate is firmly locked.

Looking at the intact padlock, Cheng Shuang asked, "Do we need to climb over the wall?"

"No need." Han Meimei said, taking a thin black hairpin from her hair bun, fiddling with the lock for a few moments, and then unlocking it.

She pulled out the chain and threw it aside, gesturing for Li Lei to go in first.

Li Lei nodded and strode into the iron gate. The others only saw a blur before their eyes as the short-haired youth in the blue shirt instantly changed his clothes. He looked back with a strange smile, and his upright figure under the black swallowtail coat gradually faded away.

Han Meimei calmly said, "Unfortunately, I'm not very familiar with horror stories with a Western background." Then, she quickly walked in after her boyfriend, her silhouette transforming into a woman wearing a corseted, puffy dress, swaying gracefully.

The group exchanged glances and then began to walk.

In an instant, the old-style Western-style building disappeared, replaced by a magnificent ancient castle.

The bright midday sun turned into the setting sun, and the streets smelled somewhat pungent, stinking and carrying the unique heat of midsummer. But the songs faintly coming from the castle were beautiful and decadent, tempting people's hearts. Everyone who passed by couldn't help but stop and forget the terrible environment, just so that the songs could stay in their hearts forever.

Cheng Shuang was the first to regain her senses. When she saw the people around her staring at the castle with infatuated expressions, she immediately realized that the song contained the power to influence mental strength.

Before she could wake them up, Du Jun blinked and his expression returned to its coldness. The old man was getting old and had some resistance to decadent music. He woke up at the same time as Sun Han. Only Lian Rong had her hands clasped over her chest, looking like a brainless fan. As a result, her grandfather slapped her on the forehead, and she woke up with a hiss of pain.

A slight blush rose to the girl's tanned skin, especially when she noticed everyone staring at her. She coughed twice and awkwardly laughed, pretending not to care, "It actually sounds pretty good!"

After laughing twice, her voice stopped abruptly. Her face turned even redder, her chest heaving violently. She patted her chest with one hand and clutched her waist with the other. As Cheng Shuang rushed forward to support her, she gasped and said in a disheveled manner, "What the hell? I... I'm suffocating!"

At this moment, she was wearing a long, low-cut dress that hugged her waist tightly, which was incredibly luxurious, but her waist was also cinched into a standard 4A paper-thin waist.

This is very unfriendly to Lianrong, who has a fit and healthy figure.

Cheng Shuang's dress was alright, but it was an exaggerated bright yellow cake dress. It didn't have a waist belt or a low neckline, but the lace trim was too flashy, making the young girl, who was not very old, look no different from a delicate doll displayed in the center of a display case.

The men were all dressed in black velvet tailcoats, each with different details, which effectively distinguished them from the poor people around them who were dressed in drab clothes.

Nowadays, no one pays attention to them, because their singing is so captivating that people have no interest in observing whether there are any richly dressed noblemen or gentlemen beside them.

Lianrong had finally gotten used to the suffocatingly tight long dress, but then the stench emanating from the streets made her turn pale. She covered her nose and used a handkerchief to shield herself from the strong smell. Combined with the luxurious puffy dress, her movements suddenly became elegant.

Unfortunately, no one noticed the subtle change in the woman beside them, because the castle gates ahead slowly opened, and two squads of knights walked out in dashing fashion. A silver-haired man dressed as a butler appeared afterward and bowed respectfully to the group outside the castle, "Noble lords from the East, the Earl has been waiting for you for a long time!"

The people who had been lingering at the castle gates scattered like birds and beasts, hiding in street corners to secretly watch the mysterious distinguished guests arriving from the east.