Chapter 414: Deep Mansion (Part 2)
Yu Huo suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the quiet library, a big question mark flashed across his eyes.
At this moment, the system that had been dormant for a long time suddenly issued a short prompt sound.
[Ding ding ding—the live broadcast room is loading...]
Almost instantly, the sun outside the window seemed to be obscured by dark clouds. The once bright light suddenly disappeared, and the entire room was plunged into a gray gloom. The scenery began to become illusory at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it were losing its physical form and gradually merging into the surrounding darkness.
A moment later, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew into his neck, making him shiver.
The cold wind was biting, like a knife, sliding down from the collar...
At the same time, some sparse snowflakes also floated in with the cold wind and fell to the ground.
In a blink of an eye, the snowflakes covered the gradually blurred walls, tables and chairs, blending them into a pure white world.
[Live Assistant 9999999: Loading completed.]
Yu Huo blinked and subconsciously reached out to hug his trembling body.
Did he enter the dungeon again?
He scratched his neck, looked down, and found that his clothes were very dirty and torn.
For a moment, he wanted to tear off the cloth that was rubbing against his skin!
But in this freezing cold scene, even though it was only a thin layer, dirty and torn, Yu Huo had no choice but to give up the idea.
Even in just a few seconds, he seemed to be frozen.
Yu Huo jumped a few times on the spot, then looked curiously at both sides of the street. He saw small houses bathed in wind and snow, and the blue-gray tiles on the houses could be vaguely seen.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a few faint conversations behind me. The language they spoke was so confusing that I couldn't tell which country they were from.
Yu Huo stroked his arm and turned around tremblingly, and saw several young people with very different styles appearing behind him. They were wearing the same clothes as himself, which seemed to be coarse linen, and combined with their very stylish looks, they looked a bit out of place.
The moment he met their gazes, Yu Huo couldn't help but click his tongue.
Wow, this live broadcast room is actually the international version, 666~
[Live Assistant 9999999: ...The Jieyu Pills have been delivered to the space package. Please take them as soon as possible.]
The space package, his master Luo Yunmeng had already exchanged it for him before he entered the copy, and he needed to pay 100 live broadcast coins to purchase it.
It is like a storage compartment in a game, where time is relatively still. Although there is only 1 cubic meter of space, it is still very practical for storing emergency supplies.
The Jieyu Pills distributed free of charge by the system were also among them, wrapped in a courier box, so plain that it could even be said to be inconspicuous.
Yu Huo, like several other foreign anchors, took out the Jieyu Pill and stuffed it into his mouth immediately.
After chewing it twice, it immediately frowned in disgust and swallowed it quickly like everyone else, no longer wanting to taste it.
Because the taste of Jieyu Pills is really hard to swallow, it's like chewing dry toilet paper without water.
However, its effect is particularly significant. Almost at the moment of swallowing it, Yu Huo could understand the conversations of other anchors. It can be said that there is no communication barrier at all.
While everyone else was complaining about the taste of the Jieyu Pills, Yu Huo looked around at his surroundings.
I saw that the road in front of me was very wide, and the houses on both sides were covered with snow, like a village that had not been paved with cement.
But unlike the countryside, the doors of the houses here are not painted, but have door gods painted with a brush. There are no windows, only thin wooden boards that are tightly fastened.
On a snowy day like this, the entire street was eerily quiet, with only the cold wind blowing through, leaving behind a creepy "humming" sound that echoed, as if abandoned by time...
[Ding! This instance is the Deep Mansion Courtyard. This live broadcast is a survival live broadcast, with no main quests.]
[The live stream has no fixed survival period. Only those who can replay at least 90% of the dungeon storyline can escape. Failure to replay will result in being eliminated. (Note: Dungeon replay requires a replay card for the dungeon boss. This dungeon contains three replay cards. Please collect them yourself.)]
[Countdown to opening the instance: 5 minutes.]
After the system explained the rules of this dungeon, everyone finally reacted.
One of the men, whose dark skin was tinged with yellow and whose skin was exceptionally rough, suddenly frowned and said with disdain, "A copy from China? As expected, the Chinese are all very poor. Look at where they live."
As soon as he finished speaking, another girl, whose eyes had not yet completely subsided after double eyelid surgery, chimed in: "Are you stupid? This is ancient China, which was once ruled by our H country. At that time, China was still a vassal state of our country."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
Yu Huo instantly understood where the girl's hometown was, and he was not angry at all when he heard this, he even wanted to laugh.
Just because he didn't say anything didn't mean others could tolerate it. At this moment, a girl who was hiding behind the wall to block the wind suddenly stuck her head out, her beautiful big eyes filled with shock.
"It's Tian Gang! Even though I grew up in Country M, I know that your Country H is the vassal state!"
The H-country woman was instantly displeased when she was refuted. She jumped up and down and retorted: "We have seen it on TV. Li Shimin even knelt down to us."
Everyone: “…”
I'm so impressed! They can write their own scripts and make TV dramas, and they can even tell it as history.
——The reputation of the Heavenly Khan was damaged.
——The fortune teller said: You will have a great disaster in a thousand years. Li Shimin:? ?
——Suddenly, I felt powerless, as if I couldn’t even slap the screen.
——Oh no, does this girl think that being in a live broadcast room is like surfing the Internet, where she can talk nonsense as she pleases?
——There are times when she cries, haha...
Yu Huo felt that the voice was very familiar, and saw Tian Guihua standing at the foot of the wall shivering. She didn't know if she was angry or cold, but her little face was red, which looked pretty good.
Tian Guihua didn't notice him and continued to curse at the girl from Country H: "That's a TV show. It has nothing to do with official history. Let alone the prosperous Tang Dynasty, even now you can't catch up with our China."
Ms. H made exaggerated "tsk tsk" sounds: "You are just a developing country, and you have the nerve to look down on us developed countries?"
Tian Guihua was so angry that her lips moved and she even forgot to argue and switched to English.
Just before Yuhuo was about to speak, the fighting nation of the Russian Federation suddenly spoke.
The other person was a beautiful blonde with blue eyes. She approached with a sarcastic tone and said, "That's right. China's high-speed rail is not as good as your developed country's. It takes several hours to get to a province. But your country H is different. It takes less than an hour to get to the country."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Huo burst out laughing.
Ms. H didn't know how to respond after being scolded. She immediately seemed to have found an outlet to vent her anger and shouted, "What are you laughing at?"
Yu Huo's eyes moved away from Tian Guihua and he curled his lips: "I'm not laughing at anything. I just feel that the description of the beauty of the Russian Federation is not comprehensive enough, and I can't help but want to add something."
Ms. H narrowed her eyes suspiciously and snorted warily, "What do you want to add? Our country also has the technology your country has, but your country may not have it."
Yu Huo nodded immediately: "That's right, we don't have any US troops stationed in H, you win on this point."
Ms. H: “….”
——Puff, a decisive blow!
——Evildoers will always be punished by their own evildoers, hahahaha…
—Huh? Did you hear? Those with programs have been checking for duplicates for the past few days.
——I heard about it, but Yuan was very cunning and they didn’t find out.
——And a lot of ghosts came to the City of the Dead a few days ago. All of them died in the dungeon. Tsk tsk tsk... If this continues, it will be lively again.
——Goodbye, I love peace. Besides, the underworld already has a tight housing situation. If it continues to expand, will everyone be forced to live under bridges?
——It’s okay, His Majesty Pluto will take action.
—You're counting on His Highness? Hahahaha! You might as well just hope that there are enough archways under the bridge for you to fit under.
Just as the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence, the time the system left for the anchors to chat finally came to an end.
[Live broadcast start countdown: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1]
[Ding! There are a total of 7 anchors selected for this dungeon. Good luck to everyone.]
"Pah—"
A whip suddenly swung towards the crowd.
"Chuck, chuck...don't look around!"
The male anchor from Xiangguo covered his arm and instantly let out an "Ah~" before looking back angrily.
The next second, he became scared.
The guy holding the whip was wearing a fairly decent cotton jacket, but the top of the collar was empty.
It turned out to be a headless corpse, waving a whip in the air in broad daylight...
"Come here and line up. Don't look around or talk to each other."
His voice was eerie and empty, as if he was whispering in people's ears, and no one knew how the other party produced the sound.
Perhaps this scene was too strange and terrifying, which made these anchors with different personalities calm down and quickly line up in a row according to each other's instructions.
Just like that, they followed a headless ghost and walked into the deserted streets accompanied by the howling cold wind.
The heavy snow was like goose feathers, pouring down like a huge torrent, covering the sky and the earth. They walked in the ancient town like zombies, feeling sad and panic-stricken.
The doors and windows of every household on both sides of the road were closed, like a microcosm of this era, leaving no way for the poor to survive.
During this time, the chilly wind was like a bone scraper, cutting their delicate flesh piece by piece. Even though their lips were frozen purple, no one dared to complain.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the headless male ghost suddenly stopped in front of a large house and knocked on the door.
The house's land area is very large, making the houses on both sides look like small winter melons.
Squeak——
The door was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man wearing silk and with a pale face walked out.
With his attire, he instantly made the headless male ghost's rather respectable cotton jacket look dingy.
In an era of clear class distinctions, the headless male ghost also changed his previous arrogance and humbly bent down: "Manager Liu, I have brought you the people you asked for."
Hearing this familiar voice, Yu Huo seemed to remember the dream he had before, and subconsciously looked up at the plaque of the house - Liu House.
At the same time, the man called Manager Liu walked forward with his hands behind his back, walked around in front of them, and then pointed at the beautiful woman from the Russian Federation and suddenly said, "Why is there a blonde here? Is she from a foreign land?"
Upon hearing this, the headless male ghost bent even lower and said, "Don't worry, Manager Liu. The person I sent here has a clean background and won't cause any trouble."
As if afraid that the item would be a disaster, the other party added, "This woman is smart, obedient, and willing to endure hardships. You are kind-hearted and bought her as well. Just think of it as a pity for her..."
The beautiful woman from the Russian Federation widened her eyes in surprise and finally understood what was going on.
She was sold!
But fortunately, she still had her sanity and knew that this was a copy world, and it was set in ancient China, so she forced herself to shut her mouth, lowered her head and pretended to be a quail.
Yu Huo naturally understood that the headless male ghost in front of him was actually a human trafficker, and they were all servants who were to be sold to the Liu family.
No wonder, no wonder the name of the copy is called "Deep Mansion".
He looked up at the open door behind the steward, only to see that the inner courtyard was deserted and even quieter than the streets they were walking on...
During this period, Manager Liu and the human trafficker had completed the handover procedures by exchanging money and the body contract.
Manager Liu waved at them impatiently and led the seven people into the dark gate.
Surprisingly, although the house looks decorated with carved beams and painted rafters from the outside, it is extremely dilapidated inside. The garden passing by is bare, which is not surprising in winter. However, there are many cracks on the bricks surrounding the flower bed, as if they are covered with traces of time and will break if touched.
Including the walls inside the yard, many of them have exploded, and white powder is falling down.
It seems that this huge mansion only looks bright on the outside, and the interior has not been properly repaired and maintained at all, as if this wealth has come to an end.
At this time, Steward Liu walked into the back room where the servants lived. He first moved a stool for himself to sit on, then looked at them from the threshold and slowly instructed: "Stand outside the door first. You are dirty. Wait until you are clean before entering."
His words successfully stopped the seven anchors outside the door.
Even though they felt uncomfortable, as they had just arrived, everyone was cautious and did not step out. As long as it was not a matter of life and death, they could still refrain from acting rashly before figuring out the rules of the copy.
After all, this is not the first time for everyone to enter the dungeon world. Those brainless young people have long been eliminated in the white-name dungeons, and no one left here is stupid.
Seeing that they didn't say anything, Manager Liu pulled the corners of his stiff mouth with satisfaction. His pale face looked particularly creepy in the room without lights or candles.
Then he began to give a lecture as a manager.
“This mansion is full of rules, and breaking them is disrespecting the owner.
Now that you have sold your bodies to the Liu family, remember to be careful with your words and actions. Don’t listen to what you shouldn’t listen to, don’t look at what you shouldn’t look at, talk less and do more, because a long tongue can kill people…”
On the other side, a headless male ghost was walking while counting money. Because his fingers were dry and he couldn't rub the banknotes in his hand, he couldn't help but stretch his fingers to his empty neck.
Then, his body seemed to stiffen, and he tentatively touched the smooth cross-section of his neck.
"Cluck, cluck..."
"Where's my head?"
"Where...did my head go?"
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