[World Channel]:
"Holy crap!!! Someone actually bid 80,000 points! Are they all crazy?"
"80,000? I only get 20,000 to 30,000 after risking my life to complete a dungeon. How many survival items could I buy with that?"
"You don't know anything! Enjoy it while you can! What if you die in the next dungeon? This 80,000 for 7 days of life and enjoyment is worth it!"
"Pah! Shut your mouth, you jinx upstairs! You'll die in the first dungeon!" This was from a player who bought a trial pass.
The channel was in an uproar, with envy, jealousy, hatred, and dark humor flying around.
It has to be said that the system's reward dungeon this time did have an effect; at least everyone is no longer as listless as last time...
Xiao Jin looked at the points that had suddenly increased in her account and nodded in satisfaction.
After that, proceed as usual: open chests and sell useless items. Finally, use the points earned to purchase enhancement materials to upgrade weapons and equipment.
Only by transforming all resources into strength can one avoid being in a sorry state.
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[Beep! Signal implantation complete, star anchor point confirmation in progress]
[Anchor point confirmed, preparing to teleport...]
The survival game is about to begin. We wish all players a pleasant gaming experience.
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【drop!】
[World loading...]
[Type: Supernatural]
Main Quest: Explore dungeon information. Completion rate must reach 100%. Rewards: Points, 3 random purple enhancement materials, and 1 diamond chest.
[WARNING: Players must conceal their identity and must not reveal the content of the trial game to the natives. Violators will have points deducted.]
[The game has officially begun]
A chilling wind, as if just pulled from a grave, swept past with a nauseatingly sweet and pungent smell, a mixture of old coffins and burning paper money.
Ten figures appeared out of thin air and slammed heavily onto the cold, hard bluestone slab, eliciting suppressed groans and heavy breathing.
This time, the way it appeared seemed a little different, as if the system had completely lost patience.
The air was as thick as congealed blood plasma.
Xiao Jin was the only one who regained his balance completely upon landing.
Her slender figure remained rooted to the spot, motionless. A slight slump appeared on her shoulder, and a cold, dark light silently slid out, wrapping around her long neck.
It was a small snake, entirely black with scales that shimmered with a metallic glow—Amo wasn't in the pet pouch, but had shrunk down and was leaning against Xiao Jin.
Its cold, vertical pupils opened a crack, crimson as needles, scanning this dead land without a trace of warmth.
Ignoring the players around him, Xiao Jin's first glance fell on the building in front of him, which was shrouded in a heavy aura of death.
Look closely, it's an old house in the style of the Republic of China era.
Under the dim light, the upturned eaves and corners formed distorted and grotesque silhouettes.
The walls were mottled, with large patches of paint peeling off, revealing the dark brown wood underneath, which looked like it had been rotting and oozing pus for a long time.
Two huge strings of red lanterns hung on either side of the dark gatehouse, swaying wildly in the eerie wind.
The red was dark and sticky, not festive at all, but rather like skin that had been forcibly torn from some living creature, still dripping blood.
Suspended in mid-air, it casts down chilling, constantly swaying blood-red spots of light.
"Waaah...waaah..." A suppressed sob came from somewhere, but it was quickly swallowed up by the wind.
At the same time, the instant he heard the sound, Xiao Jin's right hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist. With a soft "whoosh," a bright, piercingly cold light was drawn from the sheath!
The long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its blade reflecting the red light of the lantern, as if it had drunk its fill of blood.
The killing intent, icy and bone-chilling, instantly dispelled the suffocating coldness surrounding him.
The pleasant sound dispelled the surrounding silence, and the other players had already stood up, each with a solemn expression.
Only when nothing happened after the sobbing did the group begin to relax slightly and start looking around at the other players.
However, after seeing the faces of the people around her, Xiao Jin's eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably.
Why them of all...?
But the next second, Xiao Jin suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing as he turned to the left.
A sinister gaze, like a venomous snake lurking beneath decaying leaves, was fixed on Xiao Jin with a scrutinizing coldness and a hint of extremely subtle doubt that even its owner could not fully comprehend.
However, the other party clearly did not expect Xiao Jin to be so sensitive.
Her gaze froze for a moment, and finally, feeling a chill run down her spine, she turned her head away under Xiao Jin's murderous gaze.
This glance caused a look of humiliation to appear on Liu Man's face.
Since entering the survival game, except for the first few dungeons, she has always been a woman of her word and has never been warned like this before.
But Liu Man was no longer the same person she used to be. She could sense that Xiao Jin's aura was not something an ordinary person could possess.
This kind of person is not someone you should offend.
After much deliberation, Liu Man stepped out from the shadows at the edge of the crowd.
She was wearing a well-tailored black combat uniform, which still accentuated her slender figure.
She's almost forty, but she exudes a peach-like charm that makes people drool and stare.
Liu Man's lips curled up habitually, but her eyes were unfathomable, filled with the ruthlessness honed through countless trials in the survival game.
She walked straight up to Xiao Jin and stopped two steps away, her gaze like a poisoned hook, subtly scraping across Xiao Jin's face.
His voice carried a hint of ingratiation and probing: "My friend, I hope you don't mind... you look somewhat familiar to me."
Have we crossed paths in any instance before?
Xiao Jin turned her head to the side without looking at anyone, but the corner of her lips twitched very slightly, the curve of which was cold and sarcastic.
Even her blood relatives couldn't recognize her 'son,' yet this stepmother who climbed into the Xiao family halfway through life suspected her? What a ridiculous joke.
That's right, Xiao Jin recognized her. This person was none other than Liu Man, the wife of the original owner's father, Xiao Chengzhi, the mother of Xiao Xin and Xiao Bin, and his own stepmother.
She didn't speak, but her gaze from the shadows was as sharp as a knife, silently meeting Liu Man's scrutiny.
"Familiar? Ha, Liu Man, save your flirting skills for when you're dead!"
A cheerful voice suddenly appeared, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly tearing apart the tense silence in front of the old house.
Xiao Jin looked over and saw Lu Jing speaking.
He raised his chin, and after his handsome features swept over Xiao Jin's gaze, he suddenly blinked, giving her an expression that said, "We meet again."
Almost simultaneously, as soon as Lu Jing finished speaking, he swung his arm.
A pale, distorted shadow suddenly tore through the air, slashing towards the other side of the crowd with a piercing shriek like the cries of thousands of babies.
The target was none other than Chu Yuan, who stood beside them with an arrogant expression, wearing a tactical vest, and with muscles as hard as iron!
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