Chapter 111: "Road to Heaven" 3 There is more than one bo in your soup...

In full view of the crowd, the man in white threw the compressed biscuit to Zhuci.

The little girl asked, "Would you like some of the soup we cooked? I killed a boss that was transformed from Lingzhi in the last instance, and its meat was delicious."

Her eyes were burning, probably because she wanted to see what the other person looked like when he took off the mask.

"Need not."

The little girl seemed a little regretful when she heard his refusal, and then she turned her gaze to the toast: "Then drink something."

Zhuci shook his head: "Not hungry."

"Tsk." After being rejected twice in a row, the little girl pouted, obviously unhappy.

The soup they cooked was indeed fragrant, I wonder what ingredients were in it.

Zhou Nian suddenly said, "There must be more than one Boss in your soup."

"Yeah, how did you know that?"

"Won't I get diarrhea if I eat random things?"

The little girl smiled and said, "Because I am here, and we only pick bosses that are plump and free of contamination."

"There shouldn't be anyone inside."

"That's a bit disgusting." The little girl said, rolling her eyes slightly, and began to share which dungeon bosses were more delicious.

…

This is like choosing pork in the supermarket.

Is the boss responsible for storing food?

Zhou Nian nodded as he listened, smiling calmly. The others also looked calm and composed, not thinking this was a big deal.

Zhu Ci has a deeper understanding of how terrifying these people are. If he wants to survive among them, the best way might be to clear the dungeon first.

But the question is, we only know that they are powerful, but how powerful are their ability to decrypt copies?

After the little girl finished explaining, it seemed like the soup had a mysterious buff, as if eating it could give people some special powers.

But it's clear that everyone still keeps their distance from it.

While they were talking animatedly, the man in white quietly pointed to the room over there and signaled Zhuci to follow him quietly later.

Zhuci took a bite of the cookie as if nothing had happened and believed the man without hesitation.

As a save point, and the person who makes him feel most comfortable, he cannot be made enemies.

While they were still talking, Zhu Ci found an opportunity to leave.

It was still the same room, pitch black. The man in white took out a flashlight and shone it on the mirror.

He didn't need to say anything, the blessing was clear.

This mirror is clearly in an unnatural state.

The flashlight light was not reflected back, but penetrated the mirror and shone onto the floor of the mirror world.

Zhuci casually took out something from the space and threw it over.

Following the channel of light, the thing gurgled through the mirror and then fell into the mirror, revealing its true appearance.

puppet.

Zhu Ci didn't care what he had lost. Anyway, the conclusion he had come to was that they could drill through the channel formed by the light.

The man in white said, "The room in the mirror happens to have a window. When the moonlight from the window meets the light from here, a passage will be formed."

Congratulations: "I know."

The man in white: "You go in. I'll take care of you."

The blessing speech is saved, so I am not afraid to go in, but what did this person just say?

Zhu Ci turned his head and saw the empty room behind him. He reached out and touched his right eye and it was wet.

Zhu Ci had no choice but to walk into the mirror. Staying outside would be tantamount to seeking death for him now.

After he entered, a black mist suddenly filled the room.

"You're being a little unkind. Can't good things be shared?"

The man in white didn't move. He wasn't surprised at all by the situation. He said calmly, "I've already told you the method. Can't you go back and try it yourself?"

“Crack.”

The door was pushed open from the outside.

"You're right. You guys go back and try it. I still like the mirror here better." Sansi said with a smile.

The man in white said, his eyes remained calm under the mask: "Then I'll leave this place to you. I'll go somewhere else."

But just as he reached the door, a pair of hands were placed in front of him.

"Do you hate me so much? Since you protected that vase, why don't you try to protect me? I'm also very weak." Sansi's tone was ambiguous and it was hard to tell whether he was serious or joking.

As soon as he said this, the two people beside him looked at him sideways, thinking he was so bold to say that.

Man in white: "??? Who are you?" He narrowed his eyes and looked at the man carefully, not at his face, but at his clothes.

"I just saw him at noon."

The man in white: “Oh.” He understood without even recognizing the person.

The little girl next to him laughed out loud: "Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. You're just being too sentimental!"

Sansi: "..." He couldn't bear it any longer and hit the other person on the head.

The little girl turned her head away and continued to laugh: "It's fun, your defense is broken."

The black mist gathered and condensed into the shape of a woman: "You can resolve your grievances among yourselves. If you can, do it. I don't care."

The man in white was too lazy to say more and just walked out of the door.

In the yard, Zhou Nian greeted him with a smile, but he ignored her.

The remaining few people looked at the mirror in front of them. Everyone had a large flashlight, and if they stood farther away, it would be enough to illuminate a passage that was large enough for one person to pass through.

The woman had just adjusted the placement of the flashlight and was about to step in, but at that moment, a series of explosions were heard.

"Bang", the mirror shattered into glittering fragments, very dazzling.

The woman was unable to dodge and was cut by the fragments, bleeding profusely.

Bomb? Where did the bomb come from?

The young man standing by the door had already retreated. He dodged in time and even picked up one in one hand.

"You two are really a nuisance. Can't you move on your own?"

"We want to do that too. Do you think we can't escape? Even if you insist on pulling us, we can't be faster than you." The little girl said dissatisfiedly.

Sansi snorted coldly and said, "Forget it. I already knew he wasn't that honest."

…

At the last second before stepping into the camera, the man in white put away the detonator.

He entered the mirror at the right time and blew up all the mirrors, blocking anyone else from entering.

Logically speaking, the only two people who actually entered the mirror at this time were Zhu Ci and him. If it were any other copy, these people would never appear in front of him again.

However, the system's notification was slow to arrive, and it was obvious that none of those guys were easy to deal with.

…

After Zhu Ci came from that world, he could no longer see what was happening outside when he looked into the mirror. He picked up the puppet on the ground, and the puppet was put away again.

Zhu Ci was not worried about the safety of the man in white, but he had to admit that if there was anything he needed to worry about, it was probably his own life.

The tables and chairs in this room are very aristocratic, with blue velvet cushions and gold-inlaid legs...

Zhu Ci glanced at the mirror, wondering if there would be someone in this mirror again. He hurriedly searched the room, but this copy was different from the ones he had experienced before. This room was very clean, as clean as a hotel room, and there was no clue at all.

Zhu Ci looked towards the door. Perhaps he should wait until he got out of this door to find more clues.

Since his mission in this copy is different from others, the information the system will give him may be much less than that of others.

When Zhu Ci walked to the door, he opened the system panel and took a look. The panel of this copy only displayed his personal situation.

There was no movement in the mirror for a long time. Zhu Ci opened the door and saw a corridor in front of him. He looked around and saw a figure walking down the side of the corridor. The figure did not look like one of the six people, nor did it look like a monster.

Zhuci closed the door again.

To be on the safe side, he wanted to see what the man did first.

"Ding - the scene of "Never Ending Dance" has reached the open standard." The system suddenly sent a notification in Zhuci's mind.

Zhu Ci was a little surprised that he was included in the notice. He turned his eyes slightly. Generally speaking, the opening standards are related to the number of players. Is it because enough people have entered?

…

There were footsteps and knocks on the door outside, but the knock was not on the door where the speech was being made, but on another door.

Zhuci quickly guessed that there was more than one door and the locations they were teleported to might be different, and these locations should be the rooms on this corridor.

I could hear a little bit of what was going on outside, but I couldn't catch the specific content of the conversation.

The congratulatory speech counts the time inside the door.

The intervals between the knocks were a bit long. He only heard two knocks but fifteen minutes had already passed.

"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door.

Zhu Ci still had some doubts, but considering that this copy had a save file, he still opened the door. Not only did he open the door, but he also carefully looked at the person in front of him.

This is a man dressed as a waiter.

"Welcome to the Castle Ball. This is your dress. Please change and go to the ballroom immediately." The man had a professional smile on his face, just like a waiter, and then added, "By the way, please give me your changed clothes. I will keep them properly until the end of the ball."

Zhuci asked: "Do you want me to change it and give it to you now?"

"Yes, I'll wait outside the door." The man handed a set of clothes to Zhuci and then closed the door considerately.

Zhuci unfolded the dress. The style of the dress looked like a normal tuxedo, the size was neither too big nor too small, it was very suitable, and there didn't seem to be any problems with it.

Zhu Ci changed his clothes and gave his clothes to the man outside.

The man smiled his standard smile again, and then kindly pointed him in a direction.

Zhu Ci understood why there was a long interval between knocks on the door, but he still had some doubts.

"Hey, you're going to the dance hall too?"

A voice suddenly rang out.

Zhu Ci was shocked when he heard this, he hadn't noticed it at all.

"My name is Nuonuo. Are you going to the dance too, handsome boy?" The girl, wearing a gorgeous red dance dress, looked at Zhuci jokingly.

The speech gave me the feeling of being teased by a high school student, but appearance is the easiest to disguise.

"Go," he said.

"That's great, let's go together." said Nonuo.

Congratulations: "...No."

Faced with his cold attitude, Nuonuo pouted as if a little annoyed: "How ungraceful." At the same time, a bloodthirsty light flashed in her eyes.

Zhu Ci said slowly: "Then let's go together."

Anyway, whoever he meets on this road might die.

Nuonuo suddenly became happy: "Follow me closely, don't get lost."

As she spoke, she skipped and grabbed Zhuci's hand.

Zhu Ci's gaze fell on the hand she exposed.

The skin is very white, even thin, and you can see the blue blood vessels under the skin.