Chapter 7.
Lu Dai didn't believe it: "You are just dreaming. It's hard to just clear the C-level book, let alone destroy it. Do you think it's an E-level book that can be destroyed just like that?"
Qian Guang was anxious. He said, "Really? I remember there was a C-level single-player dungeon here, but it disappeared today. If that's not destroyed, what is it?"
Pan Bei half-believed and half-doubted: "Are you sure you remember it correctly?"
Qian Guang pointed at the electronic screen and swore: "I can recite the contents in order. When has my memory ever been wrong?"
Qian Guang's ability to remember everything he saw was no secret in the team. When Pan Bei and Lu Dai heard him say that, they both believed it a little.
Lu Dai asked in confusion: "But why wasn't it broadcast?"
After the E-level multiplayer instance was destroyed yesterday, everyone in the middle area knew about it. Why was there no notification today?
The three of them scratched their heads and thought for a long time without understanding. Lu Dai then asked, "Hey, what kind of god solved this C-level copy?"
The difficulty of the dungeon increases in a step-by-step manner as the level goes up. In addition to physical attacks, the weirdness in the C-level dungeon also has mental attacks, commonly known as losing sanity, which is hard to defend against.
Up to now, the survivors have only been struggling in the dungeon for a short time, so there are very few spiritual props, which are simply treasures with no market.
Qian Guang searched for several names in his mind: "Wild? Darika? Or some unknown lone wolf?"
Pan Bei touched his chin and thought: "It's possible. At present, they are the top combat forces in the middle field. If we talk about who has the ability to solve the C-level copy, it is only these people."
Lu Dai was a little unconvinced when he heard this, and a hint of arrogance appeared on his thin face.
"If you say these people are top-notch fighters, then the three of us are not much behind. Didn't you just get a special item from the dungeon yesterday? Don't you plan to try your luck in the advanced dungeons?"
Pan Bei smiled calmly upon hearing this: "I do have this plan. If we can get more useful items, we might be able to go and take a look at that A-level book."
As he was talking, he heard Qian Guang say, "Brother Pan, there is a new B-level single-player dungeon here. It seems to be suitable for you according to the introduction."
Hearing this, the two of them looked at the new single-player copy.
'B-level single-player copy of the wife's dinner.'
'Copy tags: poison, love, marriage.'
'Instance summary: My wife's gentle smile is a poisonous knife.'
Lu Dai smiled and said, "It's like sending a pillow when you're sleepy. Doesn't your new item happen to be able to counteract poison damage?"
Pan Bei also smiled: "It is indeed suitable. Well, I will go in and take a look. After I pass the level, I can sell the dungeon guide and make some money."
The conventional way to clear a dungeon is to complete the game and collect all the puzzle pieces. Regardless of whether it is your first time to complete the game or not, you can get the same amount of points.
As a result, many people earn points by selling strategies for clearing levels, and even some strategies for advanced copies can be used to exchange for props.
After all, the so-called dungeon strategy is actually to record the situation of fighting monsters in the dungeon.
As for how participants pass the level, it depends on the props used, so it cannot be replicated.
Even so, copy strategies are something that can improve survival rates, so they are very popular in the middle field.
As Pan Bei spoke, he touched the label of the B-level copy, and then his whole body flashed and appeared in the copy.
As the scene changed, Pan Bei immediately took out a peculiar and simple brooch and put it on his collar.
As soon as the brooch was put on, the intertwined copper rings on it began to spread out, forming a strange flower, with a red gem beating like a heart at the center of the flower.
The air was filled with fragrance for a moment, and this strange fragrance has a strong detoxifying effect.
Although Pan Bei is very confident in his abilities, he has never been a reckless person.
Since this copy is level B, it must have its outstanding features, and Pan Bei has to be careful.
After making all the necessary preparations, he began to carefully look around at where he was. The scene before him looked like an ordinary residence.
The walls are a warm beige color, the surrounding furniture is all light-colored, and even the lights above are warm. At first glance, one would think that the person who decorated this house must be an extremely gentle person.
However, the warmer and gentler the environment is, the greater the crisis hidden behind it, and Pan Bei dare not take it lightly.
He held his breath and waited for a while, but there was no sound in the room except his own breathing.
"Is anyone there?" he asked tentatively.
And this sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm pond, instantly creating ripples in the small house.
His words seemed to turn on the volume switch in the room. All kinds of noisy sounds instantly flooded into his ears, startling Pan Bei so much that he took two steps back.
But he quickly calmed down and realized that the source of the sound was in the kitchen. The clanging sound sounded like someone was busy in the kitchen.
Here we come!
Pan Bei tensed his muscles almost reflexively, staring at the kitchen door without blinking, as if some ferocious beast was about to come out from there.
"Oh, you're back. Please sit down. Dinner will be served soon." A gentle voice with a hint of joy came from the kitchen.
As the words fell, a slender and beautiful woman came out with a plate of stir-fried vegetables. When the woman saw Pan Bei, her almond-shaped eyes curved and were filled with smiles.
"Come and try my food."
As he said that, he placed the dishes on the table. Pan Bei became extremely careful, always on guard against any attack from this strange woman.
Seeing that Pan Bei didn't move, the woman stretched out her hand and waved to him with a smile: "Come here, what are you standing there for?"
Pan Bei didn't move.
"Come on, what are you standing there for?"
"......"
"Come on, what are you standing there for?"
......
The woman seemed like a stuck tape, repeating this sentence over and over again.
The smile on its face never changes, and with the warm atmosphere in the room, it looks like a gentle, caring and virtuous wife.
But as the word "wife" was repeated over and over again, cold sweat gradually broke out on Pan Bei's forehead, and he found that his body began to move towards the dining table uncontrollably.
Mental pollution?!
It is worthy of being a B-level copy.
Pan Bei snorted coldly. He could still handle this level of mental attack, but he wanted to see where the killer move of this copy was hidden.
Through careful observation just now, Pan Bei did not find any danger at the dining table, so he guessed that sitting at the dining table was just the beginning.
After all, if the stalemate continues, it will not help in passing the level.
Pan Bei thought he had figured out the general logic of this copy, and while holding a prop with mental defense in his hand, he moved to the dining table and sat down.
Seeing that Pan Bei finally sat down obediently, the smile on his "wife's" face deepened, and even the corners of her mouth formed an exaggerated arc.
It handed a pair of chopsticks to Pan Bei attentively and said gently, "Eat."
Pan Bei looked at the plate of stir-fried vegetables in front of him. It was just an ordinary plate of stir-fried vegetables.
The only abnormality might be that there were very few vegetables on the plate, with only three leaves lying on the plate.
Pan Bei couldn't help but mutter in his heart: He came from a western restaurant, right?
The "wife" still smiled and said, "Eat."
Pan Bei ignored it and turned to check the brooch on his collar. The brooch was still emitting fragrance, and the ruby in the center of the pistil was normal.
He therefore concluded that the stir-fried vegetables were non-toxic.
And the "wife" kept repeating: "Eat."
Pan Bei squinted his eyes and examined it, then decided to make a preliminary test: "How can I eat this dish?"
The smile on the wife's face deepened. "This plate is enough. We can eat the rest later."
After all, there isn’t much stock in the fridge!
After saying this, the "wife" began to repeat: "Eat."
Pan Bei stroked his chin and pondered the information he had received. Since his "wife" said that they would eat later, it meant that this was not a dead end and there was a killer move hidden behind it?
Judging from the current situation, there is no way out unless we eat this Chinese dish!
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his analysis was correct. Pan Bei picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of vegetable and put it in his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on his "wife's" reaction.
Watching Pan Bei eat the vegetables, his "wife" smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"
How delicious can a stir-fried vegetable be?
Pan Bei rolled his eyes and was about to speak, but found that no sound came out when he opened his mouth.
when? !
His eyes widened instantly, and he looked at his "wife" in shock, then at the vegetables.
Is there poison in the food?
No! Impossible, the ring didn't react at all, there's nothing poisonous in the food!
But what exactly is that power?
Until the moment before he lost consciousness, Pan Bei was unable to figure out this problem.
In the warm room, the "wife" always looked at the person who fell to the ground and lost his life with a smile on his face...
The vast land where humans once lived has now been invaded and occupied by countless monsters. They have formed copies one after another, harvesting the lives of survivors one after another.
A research institute consisting of three white buildings was no longer home, and the plaque at the door had become dilapidated due to the erosion of strange power, making the name of the institute completely unclear.
The research institute standing in the night is like a sleeping beast, and even birds are reluctant to fly over it.
Countless strange figures were moving around in the three white buildings.
There is only one room on the third underground floor of the main building, located at the end of the corridor.
The door of the room was sealed by two 20cm thick hard steel doors, which were equipped with high-precision anti-theft technology door locks. The corridor outside the door was always lit with a cold blue light, and the surroundings were quiet.
And none of the weird people active in the entire research institute dared to approach the third underground floor!
There are no windows in the room except for a simple ventilation device, but the light inside is not very dim.
Under the blue LED light, the whole space looks like a different world. The furnishings in the room are also very simple, with only a large red sofa in the middle.
The deep red velvet cloth, neutralized by the blue light, appears dead black, like coagulated blood.
A tall and thin man lay motionless on the sofa, his long and powerful legs wrapped in black trousers, his snow-white silk shirt with two buttons undone, revealing his well-defined skin tone at the collar.
The man's messy black short hair made his face look pale and bloodless, but his eyes were strangely covered with a piece of black silk, so that his full appearance could not be seen clearly.
The hum of the overhead ventilator was the only source of sound in the room.
Suddenly, the man moved.
He suddenly sat up from the sofa, his tightly pursed thin lips opened uncontrollably and a painful groan came out of his throat.
Just now, he felt a strong fluctuation coming from the clone placed in the C-level copy "Husband's Lies"!
That C-level copy was a site he used specifically to convert survivors. No one knew who destroyed it. But that was not all, and it seemed that his clone was also seriously injured!
The man became very interested. He tried to retract his clone and take a good look at what the poor clone had experienced.
What surprised him was that the activity of the clone was decreasing rapidly and he had no time to take it back.
When the clone finally dissipated, it only transmitted a thought back.
Toxic!!
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