Cheng Weihua, Xin Zihao and Lin Yu were walking back to their residence in a square built of unknown gray-white materials that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Looking at the two silent young men, Cheng Weihua advised: "You two are working too hard. The most important thing is to survive first. Only by living can you have hope."

He has discovered that since Wang Qian died in the last dungeon, the mentality of these two young people has changed.

They felt that it was their fault that the rescue of Wang Qian failed in the end.

Fortunately, Lin Yu is a mature social person in his thirties after all.

This kid Xin Zihao has been extremely self-blame and has even developed a self-destructive tendency.

In the last dungeon, these two people had no regard for their own safety, and even almost lost their lives trying to save a few children in the dungeon world.

Cheng Weihua did not blame them, after all, the decision was made by everyone together.

He also wanted to save more people.

But compared to those people in the original world, he cares more about the lives of Xin Zihao and Lin Yu.

After all, he didn't save Wang Qian in the first place. As the captain, he actually blamed himself even more.

But everything has to look forward, and there are still two young people who need to be protected, so he can't give up on himself yet.

But between the lives of the natives of the dungeon world and the lives of his companions, he would choose the lives of his companions.

So although I don’t blame them, I still have to say what needs to be said.

"Brother Cheng, I'm fine."

Lin Yu raised his arm to show off his muscles, and his metal arm shone brightly. "Except for the head, I have completed all the transformations. Even if it is damaged, as long as the head is still there, it can be restored when I come back."

He put his arms around Xin Zihao's neck and rubbed his hair desperately, "I'm more worried about this kid. This kid's fighting style is too bullshit."

Lin Yu's strengthening direction is the mechanical transformation of the body.

And he is actually not very good at fighting. His transformation direction is in the technological field, such as hacking or programming.

In a non-modern or near-future copy world, he fights with his mechanical bionic body.

But in the modern or near-future dungeon world, his main role is to help the team find information and deploy a defense network.

Xin Zihao happened to have an idea.

His strengthening direction is physical strengthening and a combat method that combines spells.

It's basically a self-inflicted style of play.

Basically, after causing damage to the opponent, you can use a spell to increase the effect of this damage ten to a hundred times.

But the side effects will also affect you.

So strengthen your physical body, and then compete with your opponent to see who can withstand it.

This was his own choice, but it was also something Lin Yu and Cheng Weihua didn't want to see.

Because of this fighting method, one day he will die in the dungeon world.

Cheng Weihua couldn't help but light up a cigarette, "It would be great if A Quan was here."

Xin Zihao has always admired Wang Quan.

If he were around, this kid wouldn't go to extremes.

And Wang Qian probably won’t die either.

Tsk, I don’t know how he and Ajiu are doing now.

You should live a happy life in that world, right?

While they were reminiscing, three men passed by Cheng Weihua and the others.

"I was able to come back alive from the 'Fengdu City' level mission. This time it's all thanks to Brother Quan!"

"Who would have thought that a hundred Hellwalkers would survive in the end for us three brothers. By the way, have you guys licked your bags? I can basically say it was a bumper harvest this time. Old Fang, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about changing into a navy blue suit that's the same style as Brother Quan's. I feel very handsome."

"Pull you down! You look like a beggar and you can't look handsome even in a suit. You have a good temperament! I didn't realize there are so many non-normal girls around me, even little girls with white hair!"

Cheng Weihua turned around, and the more he heard, the more something was wrong.

Navy suit?

Brother Quan?

Little girl with white hair?

Could it be that?

Could it be?

impossible

He, Xin Zihao and Lin Yu looked at each other, and the three of them could see the disbelief in each other's eyes.

Cheng Weihua couldn't help but stepped forward to stop the three men, "Big brothers, I'm sorry."

The three men turned around, each looking more sinister than the other. The evil look in their eyes made Cheng Weihua choke.

That was a hellwalker who was much stronger than them.

Everyone is not on the same level at all.

"What's up."

I saw three low-level hellwalkers, and the ferocious fat man in the middle had a very cold attitude.

"Well, I just want to ask you." Cheng Weihua nervously handed over a cigarette, "Is the brother Quan you mentioned called Wang Quan? The king of the king, the spring of spring water Wang Quan?"

The fat man who originally didn't intend to take the cigarette was stunned for a moment, then decisively took the cigarette, and even took out his lighter and signaled Cheng Weihua to light it himself.

Cheng Weihua was flattered.

After all the cigarettes were lit, the fat man smiled and said: "Let's go find a place to have a drink and chat slowly."

His attitude has improved a lot.

A group of six people found an outdoor cafe to sit and chat.

After flicking the ashes from his cigarette, the fat man said: "My name is Niu Ben, what do you call me brother? Do you know Brother Quan too?"

Cheng Weihua cheered up and told the story of Fenggu Village in a selective manner.

He is in a much better mood now.

Since they mentioned Wang Quan and even the white-haired girl, it means that Wang Quan and Ajiu are living well now.

At least he's still alive.

Cheng Weihua asked: "By the way, is the dungeon world you three went to a parallel world in the 1980s? But I remember that the difficulty of that world was 'Wangxiangtai'."

Niu Ben was stunned, "Ah? What's the 1980s? We went to a certain city in China in the parallel world of 2020. Brother Quan and the others lived there. And normally, there are no extraordinary beings in that world.

I’m afraid no one will be able to go in the future.

"But the world of 'Fengdu City' is really scary. This time we are in a personal battle mode with a hundred Hellwalkers. In the end, we are the only three who came back.

"Of course, a small half of the remaining group of people were slaughtered by Brother Quan."

But more than half died at the hands of Hellwalkers and Midnight World.

Cheng Weihua and the other three were also stunned.

"Ah? Not the 1980s?"

The three of them looked at each other.

For a long time, Lin Yu murmured: "Is what Brother Quan said true? Can he really travel through the dungeon world? Can a fallen person do such a thing?"

Niu Ben perked up after hearing this, "Why, Brother Quan also told you that he was a shedder? But I don't think it is the case."

He lowered his voice, "I suspect that Brother Quan is not a detachment. He has a more terrifying identity."

He raised his finger and pointed to the sky, but said no more.

But Cheng Weihua and the others all understood.

"No way, is Brother Quan a kind of existence similar to a copy scavenger? Or is he the agent of 'hell'?"

Fang Heng said lightly: "'Hell' has no agent, at least we have never heard of it."

The six of them fell into silence for a while.

There are more and more mysteries surrounding Wang Quan.

Who is he?

Even Niu Ben had doubted whether he was from "hell".

At this moment, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the intermediate rest platform of "Hell".

[Warning! Warning! Attention all hellwalkers! When you encounter a man named Wang Quan in the dungeon world, you are allowed to abandon the mission and escape. There is no penalty for mission failure!

Bring Wang Quan back to 'Hell' and be rewarded five times with the highest level of enhanced permissions, and can be unconditionally resurrected and returned to the original world!]
To be continued...