"Note: Good medicine is not a life-saving drug. It can only relieve the symptoms and prolong life, but the patient will eventually die."
"Just like every life that is born will eventually age and die, why fear death? Isn't it better to immerse yourself in the joy of living every day?"
"Main Quest: Why are the villagers sick? What is the so-called illness? What is the source of the illness?"
"Am I really destined to die? Perhaps there is another way out?"
"Do you really understand the game character you're playing?"
"Protection mechanism: Gold medal of immunity from death (one), help from a random NPC (main quest trigger), soul wandering in dreams (main quest trigger)."
"The dungeon entrance will open in five minutes. Players can choose their own time to enter."
"I wish you players a happy game!"
The sound echoed in the empty space. When Qin Nuo came back to his senses, he basically understood the content of this copy.
"A copy of the Republic of China era?"
"Are there areas in the horror world that transcend the boundaries of time?" Qin Nuo's face couldn't help but change when he paid attention to the most eye-catching point.
Or should we say that transcending time only exists in advanced areas.
Then, in more advanced regions, don’t there exist copies of ancient regions like this?
Qin Nuo looked stunned.
If you look at it from a game perspective, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong. Through the code, the game programmer can set it up however he wants.
But after going through so many copies, Qin Nuo is more inclined to believe that this is not a game, but a world with flesh and blood, just like the real world.
In the world of horror, it's as if there is a god or a mysterious power that controls everything and can do all kinds of incredible things?
This time, there is a main storyline in the dungeon. Looking at the content of the dungeon, the completion standards, and substituting into the game NPCs, it has a bit of a role-playing feel.
But there are some differences.
Is the character sick?
Complete the copy mission to extend your life.
Survive for more than ten days.
No matter how you listen to it, it seems a bit like a character development game?
Finally, let’s focus on the protection mechanism, an additional item.
Soul Wandering in a Dream, the name sounds a bit literary.
But after clicking on the detailed explanation, Qin Nuo was instantly relieved.
"After the player falls asleep, their soul leaves their body and moves through the dungeon from another perspective, observing every NPC in the game. They avoid physical attacks and are difficult to detect."
Qin Nuo suddenly realized, isn't this just the soul leaving the body? To put it more simply, it's like becoming invisible and passing through walls, which is great for eavesdropping or peeping, but he doesn't know if it can be used in any way.
Having roughly understood everything, Qin Nuo put away the game panel and opened the system panel. He took out the obsidian treasure chest obtained from the previous copy from the toolbox and opened it.
"Open the Obsidian Treasure Chest to receive rewards: a radio box with eerie sounds at night, a blood-soaked shroud, and a paper figurine with dotted eyes."
"These three things all look like they are from the Republic of China. Is this a coincidence?" Qin Nuo murmured. After taking a brief look at them, he put them away.
In addition to the protection mechanism, there are quite a lot of props, but I don’t know if they can be used?
Then, Qin Nuo no longer hesitated, switched back to the game panel, and clicked on the channel to enter the copy.
"Players are about to enter the dungeon!"
As the light curtain appeared before his eyes, Qin Nuo subconsciously closed his eyes, and the familiar feeling of weightlessness came over him.
When he opened his eyes again, he heard shouting and then a dense noise.
"Li Sha, you're still sleeping. If you don't get up to work, how are you going to pay for your mother's medicine?"
Qin Nuo sat up and saw the black mud road, yellow mud tile houses, a blacksmith working on iron, sweet potatoes roasting at a street stall, and the clear sound of bells from a 28-style bicycle.
It has the style of the Republic of China.
If he wasn't in a copy, Qin Nuo would have thought he had fallen into the filming set of a Republican-era movie.
There was a loud bang, which startled Qin Nuo who was distracted. It was not a gunshot, but the popcorn machine next to him exploded, and a cloud of white smoke rose.
A felt hat was placed on his head, and a rough big hand reached out, shaking his head vigorously: "What are you still in a daze about? Are you thinking of pulling your eldest daughter from the Li family?"
"Don't be silly, you have a family to support."
"If you don't have the ability, just follow me. Pulling a cart is not only a physical job, it's also a technical job. I have a lot to teach you."
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, with his upper body naked. Although he was dark-skinned, he was muscular and had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
Putting his felt hat on his head, he said in a gruff voice, "You've only been working for a short time. I don't know that your brother Wang is a big brother in this industry. People in the industry have to call me "Mr." Wang when they see me!"
He raised his thumb, pointed at himself, grinned, and his face with stubble was full of arrogance and complacency.
"Wang Dasha, what are you still standing there for? The old lady is coming out soon. Don't you want dinner?"
A well-dressed man came over, frowned and scolded.
"Okay, okay, I'll be there right away!" When Wang Dasha heard this, he nodded and bowed quickly, and ran towards the theater gate happily.
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