What is the probability of being summoned to the forbidden land every time?
Zhuang Li smiled disapprovingly, then held Xuan Ming's hand, signaling him not to worry.
Of course he knew that he was being hunted by the Lord God, but this was more interesting, wasn't it?
"If K really noticed me, then there's no point in hiding. The game seems to be getting more and more fun." Zhuang Li chuckled.
Xuan Ming shook his head and warned: "K's methods will be endless."
Zhuang Li raised his eyebrows in interest: "Then I will also have a lot of fun."
Xuan Ming was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled and ruffled the little devil's hair. As long as the two of them were together, it seemed that all disasters were nothing.
"I'm wondering," Zhuang Li said thoughtfully, looking up at the building shrouded in thick fog, "If we disrupt K's overall plan, will K come and kill us himself?"
The two looked at each other, and instantly understood each other's thoughts, and whispered in unison: "I hope that day will come soon."
They are tired of this kind of chasing game.
Huangmao and Xiaodao didn't know who the "K" they were talking about was, but they didn't ask any further questions. Every tasker has a secret, and they also have the right to protect it.
Zi Wei raised his wrist and reminded, "The clearance conditions are out!"
Everyone looked down at the task manager, where a single line of text appeared: [Welcome to the forbidden land? A world of despair. Break through despair within seven days, and you will be among the first players to leave this place alive. Please work hard.]
"What does it mean to break despair?" Zi Wei looked at Zhuang Li.
Zhuang Li looked at the task manager, then at the wooden sign, and shook his head. "I don't have a clue at the moment. But the best way to break despair is to give hope, right? But to whom does this despair belong? Could this person be our target? These are the questions we need to clarify first."
Everyone nodded and silently remembered this sentence - the way to break despair is to give hope.
"Let's go in and take a look." Xuan Ming pulled Zhuang Li to his side and protected him tightly.
"Huh? Are there only five of us going through this level this time?" Zi Wei looked at the empty surroundings.
In the past, each dungeon required fifteen players to gather before it could begin, but this dungeon seemed a little different.
"This copy is very special, everyone must be careful." Xuan Ming warned.
The fewer words, the bigger the problem. Similarly, the fewer people, the higher the risk.
Everyone's expression became serious, and they were immediately on high alert.
A group of people walked aimlessly in the community. The community covers a very large area, with dozens of high-rise buildings densely arranged, shaped like upright coffins. They are very close to each other, blocking the sunlight above their heads, making the people living in it live in a dark environment day and night.
A thick gray fog was surrounding the high-rise building, mixed with a hint of fishy and moldy smell, as if a rotten corpse buried in the soil was accidentally dug out by someone. It was disgusting and also made people have many terrifying associations for no reason.
Several people walked through the shadows of the tall buildings, their emotions becoming increasingly depressed.
The temperature around me was gradually dropping, and the air became damp and cold. When I inhaled it into my lungs, I felt like I was drowning and suffocating.
Without encountering any danger, Zi Wei, Xiao Dao and Huang Mao's foreheads were already covered in cold sweat due to this strange atmosphere.
"I feel very uncomfortable, my heart is stuffy and I can't breathe!" Zi Wei said in a hoarse voice.
"Us too." Xiaodao and Huangmao tugged at their collars, their faces filled with anxiety.
This copy gave them a worse feeling than the previous one.
"A world of despair." Zhuang Li chewed on the words again, slowly grasping a clue. This entire world seemed to be filled with an aura of despair. The mere oppressive environment and the exaggerated atmosphere had already caused a very negative impact on people.
If you live in such a dark, dead and gloomy place for a long time, your mentality will sooner or later be affected.
Zhuang Li was walking and observing, but Xuan Ming suddenly pulled him into his arms and quickly retreated.
Zi Wei, Huang Mao and Xiao Dao also dodged.
Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled thud, and a small corpse fell where they had been standing. Dark red blood slowly spread, emitting a fishy smell.
Xuan Ming subconsciously covered Zhuang Li's eyes, fearing that he could not bear the visual impact.
Zhuang Li pulled his hand down and walked over to check the situation.
The body had been smashed beyond recognition; its head, face, and limbs had all turned to mud, leaving no trace of its original appearance. Zhuang Li could only determine from his clothing, frame, and height that it was a young boy, about six or seven years old.
Noticing that the amount of blood at the scene was less than that of a normal child, Zhuang Li stripped off the little boy's clothes, carefully examined his body, and then was stunned.
"He was already dead when he fell from the upstairs," he said, pointing to the little boy's bloody abdomen.
"I saw it." Xuan Ming added, "While he was still in the air, I noticed that his face was pale, his chest was still, and his body was stiff. Only a dead person would be like that."
"Most of his blood was taken away, and his abdominal cavity was cut open with one cut. There was no follow-up cut, and his internal organs were taken out. When he fell, his body was already an empty shell. The person who did this was either a veteran or a surgeon." Zhuang Li pondered.
Zi Wei, Xiao Dao and Huang Mao all turned their heads away, unable to bear to witness this tragic scene.
They can never get used to death, especially the death of young children.
Who was the murderer? How could he have the heart to do such a thing? Killing someone is fine, but why did he remove the entrails and blood? And after removing the entrails and blood, why did he then throw the little boy down the stairs, smashing him to pieces? Shouldn't he have hidden the body to prevent his crime from being exposed?
Full of doubts, Zi Wei, Huang Mao, and Xiao Dao raised their heads and looked at the building in front of them. However, the next second, they were stunned, and horror involuntarily appeared in their eyes.
"Boss, Captain, look!" They pointed upstairs.
Zhuang Li and Xuan Ming looked up and were also stunned.
They saw a person standing on the balcony of every household in the building, staring straight at them, their eyes empty, their expressions numb, their faces pale. Thick fog swirled around them, making their figures appear vague.
For a moment, Zhuang Li and Xuan Ming could not tell whether they were human or ghosts.
The deathly aura in their eyes was thicker than the surrounding fog, and the vertical building looked more and more like a deep coffin.
"Who are they?" Zi Wei took a few steps back and asked in a trembling voice.
The people standing on the balcony gave him the illusion that they were spirit tablets. They were still alive, but they didn't have the aura of life at all.
"They should be residents of the building, right?" Xiaodao answered uncertainly.
In previous instances, when scenes of daily life appeared, the NPCs were vivid, thoughtful, and spiritual, just like ordinary people in the surface world. They followed their own paths, lived normal lives, felt happy, cried, and sometimes expressed doubts about the player's arrival.
However, the NPCs in this copy are like ghosts and will-o'-the-wisp fires, giving people an extremely eerie and terrifying feeling.
Their behavior was bizarre and illogical. The child had been down for so long, and no one came down from upstairs to check on the situation, call the police, or even join in the fun.
Their expressions were so cold and numb, as if they were already accustomed to such scenes.
"I saw two words on their faces: despair." Zhuang Li looked up at these people and sighed, "This is indeed a world of despair."
Xuan Ming hugged him from behind, rubbed his head, and whispered comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, we will definitely get out alive."
"Of course." Zhuang Li immediately put away his solemn expression and agreed cheerfully.
Seeing the two bosses so confident, Zi Wei, Xiao Dao and Huang Mao quickly regained their composure.
At this moment, a sharp scream broke the deathly silence shrouded in gray fog. A middle-aged woman came running from the other end of the trail, pushing a bicycle, staring at the corpse on the ground with an expression of horror and disbelief.
As she ran, she threw away her bicycle and bag and asked hurriedly, "Is this my Yuanyuan? No way? It should be someone else's child, right?"
She obviously recognized the little boy's clothes, which was why she was afraid to face the reality but had to run over to identify them.
She kept saying words of denial, but the closer she got, the deeper the despair and grief on her face grew. When she got closer, her legs gave out and she fell to her knees, screaming, "Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan! What's wrong with you, Yuanyuan? Talk to your mother!"
Unfortunately, the little boy who fell from the building was her son.
She ignored the broken body, the splattered blood, the bloody face and the shattered brain, and held the child in her arms, crying out in pain.
She cried until she almost fainted, and shouted until she was hoarse. She hugged her son so tightly that she wanted to rub his little body into her own bones and blood.
Rub it in, give him half of your blood, flesh, bone marrow, and even your life, so that he can live again...
"Yuanyuan! Please don't abandon your mother! Please!" She buried her face in the little boy's broken chest, shouting helplessly in the smell of blood.
The blood dyed her face and her tears red, making her look like a ghost.
What is despair?
This is the truest despair.
And this despair belongs to a mother who has lost her child.
So Zhuang Li vaguely guessed that this middle-aged woman should be their target.
He looked around at his teammates and raised his chin slightly.
Everyone blinked, understanding what he meant.
So here comes the question.
The child is dead and nothing can be undone. How can this despair be broken?
The mission hasn't even begun, but the inevitable death seems to have already been determined.
The forbidden land is indeed a forbidden land.
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