"I advise you to be more careful. This is a 'Fengdu City' level world after all." Feng Lang said coldly.
Wangchuan scratched the back of his head, "Brother Feng, it's not that serious..."
"My last mission world was a 'Three Life Stone' level world. We have nine people who have experienced the mission world more than three times. The mission was originally very simple, but because someone wanted to insult the mission target, the mission ended within two minutes of entering the world.
it's over.
"The six people who did not step forward to stop them, including the man who planned to insult the target, were all killed by the mission target. Seven tentacles suddenly burst out from the mission target's back and blasted their heads. It only took a moment."
Feng Lang glanced at Wang Quan, who was still pretending to look around at the scenery, "This man gave me the feeling... that it was more normal than the mission goal that time. You have to know that the more difficult the world, on the surface it seems
The more common it is.
"And the mission penalties will also decrease as the mission difficulty increases. In the last three levels of the world, there is no penalty for mission failure, because unless you are lucky, otherwise... you may die before the mission fails.
I don’t understand.”
He looked at the gambler expressionlessly, and then said to Wangchuan: "You can tell from the mission description that this man is the key point. Whether we can survive in this world depends on him, so please try your best to please him.
.
"A world of this level won't give you a chance to relax at all. Although peer missions don't allow killing each other, it doesn't say you can't induce others to die or test mission targets. Just be more careful."
Wangchuan shivered, nodded hurriedly, and subconsciously moved closer to Feng Lang.
The gambler smiled and said nothing.
Wang Quan also smiled and said nothing.
The gambler grinned, "Smile, you idiot. Don't forget to ask your fiancée to have a few drinks with me later."
After being exposed by Feng Lang, he was so angry that this "native" even knocked on the door!
Although he really didn't dare to do anything, it didn't matter if he took advantage of him and vented his anger. They all did this in the past.
Anyway, these natives can't hear it, as long as they don't take any concrete action.
Wang Quan was stunned and said disgustedly: "Goodbye, I usually just joke around, but I don't want to be your father. My uncle has been dead for more than 20 years. If my aunt wants to remarry, there will always be someone who wants her."
"By the way, you didn't come back from studying abroad. I saw in the letter that you said you brought me a Western pistol. Where are the things?"
The gambler had veins popping out on his forehead, but no matter how you looked at him, Wang Quan looked innocent and gentle.
Could it be that in the setting, I really often joked about asking him to marry his mother?
What a ridiculous background setting...
Looking at the smiling Wang Quan, the gambler decisively took out a pistol and handed it over, along with four fully loaded magazines.
The main thing is that I am afraid of death.
When he was lying on the ground pretending to be dead and saw those balloons with human heads, his crotch almost became wet.
"Hell" is really too bad.
He also communicated with other "Hell Walkers" and found that enhancements are roughly divided into three types based on different choices.
The physical school, the mysterious school, the prop school.
It can also be divided according to props, body, and mystery.
But no matter how you divide it, there is a high probability that the world you experience will not conform to your reinforcement system. If it does, it means you are the European Emperor.
Then...after choosing one strengthening route, you happen to be unable to strengthen other systems.
What he chose was the "technological prop system".
To put it simply, he can handle guns, grenades, etc. He even has javelin rocket launchers and individual cloud bombs. In the later stage, he may be able to carry out enhancements such as body mechanization.
But apart from the first world, all the following worlds I have experienced are weird...
But he survived.
Why?
Because he understands one thing: in this weird world, find the mission target and then hold on tight!
Yes, he still tricked Feng Lang and the others just now.
If you talk about things from a "hyper-game perspective" in front of the "indigenous" people in the mission world, it will naturally be blocked into other conversations that are in line with the "indigenous" perceptions.
But not all words are interpreted as good intentions.
Through your expression and tone, the feedback you get from the "indigenous" is also different.
If you scold him in a friendly manner, of course it's okay.
But if...
And there is another point, which is also a difficult survival technique developed by gamblers in a strange world.
That is, the behavior should be as consistent as possible with the character setting given by "Hell".
The reason why weirdness is weird is because it is uncommon.
If it were so common, humans in this world would have been extinct or could only survive.
As for these "hell walkers", no matter whether they are active or passive, they are all in trouble. If trouble doesn't come to them, they have to take the initiative to cause trouble.
So try to behave in line with the character's settings, the lower the chance of their death.
Now Wang Quan asked for the gun and said it was what he said in the letter before.
So even if he felt unhappy, he still had to give him an extremely exquisite silver-white M1911A1 pistol.
That's right, even if a gun is given, it has to fit the background setting, even if there are other more powerful weapons in his arsenal.
You can use it yourself, but it must be reasonable to give it to "indigenous people".
This is 1927, so it is appropriate to present the M1911A1 improved in 1924.
Wang Quan is no stranger to this gun.
It’s not that he has ever touched a real gun. As a senior water bomb player, he has a high imitation of the same water bomb toy in his hand.
Therefore, they know everything about insurance and so on.
Reload, load, all in one go.
Looking at the gambler who still had a smile on his face, Wang Quan suddenly raised his hand and pointed the muzzle of his gun at his head.
The gambler's pupils shrank sharply and the hair on his body stood up.
After a while, seeing that Wang Quan didn't fire, he forced a smile and said: "Old Wang, you...don't scare me."
Wang Quan looked at him coldly for a few minutes before putting down the gun and narrowing his eyes slightly, "Don't think that trying to please me is over. Your sister and I were in love with each other back then, and she was even pregnant with her.
I gave birth to my child. It was your family that blocked us and broke us up, and sent your sister to marry that old dog as a concubine in the 18th house, which led to her committing suicide.
"I will never forgive your family."
Of course... these are all compiled by Wang Quan.
The purpose is also very clear, which is to make this guy please himself more, so that he can gain more money.
By the way, you can also see how he has always been taken advantage of but dare not refute.
He, Wang, is very vindictive.
Is this the original setting? No wonder this "native" is so angry at the cheap mother in his background. It is impossible for normal friends to make fun of his family.
This is how gamblers feel.
The next moment, he suddenly felt that the blood in his blood vessels had frozen:
"What did you say?! You have an affair with my sister?! Then... then Miss An..."
Wang Quan had a particularly confused look on his face, "What about Miss An? I've never heard of it."
Feng Lang also sensed that something was wrong, "Wang...Aquan, didn't you come to the Mansion in Shanghai to help your fiancée Miss An investigate the mysterious death of her brother and sister-in-law?"
Wang Quan's eyes were pure and kind, "Ah? Who is that? I don't know you. I came to Magic City just to take care of you."
Except for Wangchuan, the expressions of the other five people all changed.
What's going on?!
The mission description is: "In order to repay your favor, you, who was once sponsored by Mr. An to study abroad, went to the Magic City with other companions who were also sponsored by him, intending to assist Miss An's fiancé Wang Quan in investigating the truth of all this. However, when you first arrived in the Magic City,
Strange things have happened to you..."
But now Wang Quan says that he is not Miss An’s fiancé? His purpose is not to investigate the affairs of Mr. An?
"wrong!"
Feng Lang suddenly realized, "That's the background setting! The real mission is to 'find Wang Quan'! The second mission is to 'successfully enter the An Mansion'!"
The master subconsciously touched the mustache on his lips and narrowed his eyes, "You mean this task looks simple, but in fact we have misunderstood. In fact, we are not following Wang Quan to the Mansion of An, but we are taking Wang Quan with us.
Quan goes to An Gongguan?"
"That's right." Goutu's voice was hoarse, "That background introduction may be the task prompt later. Maybe we will help Wang Quan become Miss An's fiancé in the future, or maybe Mr. An and his wife are not dead yet, there is no telling.
allow."
The five people started discussing and analyzing on the spot.
Wang Quan listened with great interest.
These people "conspired loudly" in front of me. If the scene wasn't weird, it would be really funny.
But what is the situation with Miss An? Is she my blind date this time?
If so......
Wang Quan grinned.
He remembered clearly that the matching partner displayed on the blind date app was "Rakshasa Bird".
Originally he thought it was a person, and the ID might be someone else's name on the website.
But as soon as they matched, they came to this strange "Devil City of the Republic of China"...
Ninety-eight percent of the time there is a problem with the matching object.
After discussing for a long time, several people finally reached an agreement, that is, no matter what, we must first find the location of the An's Mansion.
At this moment, Feng Lang, who was good at observing in secret, found that the newcomer Wangchuan's face was not very good-looking and he had been silent, so he asked: "Wangchuan, what's wrong?"
Wangchuan's face turned pale. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Feng, this is Nanjing Road, right?"
"That's right." Feng Lang's heart moved and he frowned, "What did you find?"
After saying this, the gambler and the other four people instantly stood in a ring outside, and several of them even took out firearms they didn't know where to be on guard.
But there seems to be nothing wrong with it.
There is no one on the street at night, and the restaurants and teahouses on both sides of the road are also closed.
Except for the seven of them, there was no one else on the street.
Everything looks normal.
While they continued to be on guard, they glanced at Wangchuan from the corners of their eyes.
Seeing several people looking over, Wangchuan became more and more nervous. He swallowed, his face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he even spoke in a crying tone:
"Feng...Brother Feng, I have been fond of the Republic of China since I was a child, and I know the history of this period very well..."
Feng Lang also took out his TAR-21 and stood next to Wang Quan to protect him, and asked: "So? What do you want to say?"
"Nanjing Road is the earliest commercial street built after the opening of the city. The entertainment industry here is particularly developed and it is also the most prosperous street, especially at night...it should be crowded with people and brightly lit, and people are everywhere looking for fun.
people......"
Wangchuan's lips began to turn white. In order to overcome the fear in his heart, he even shouted, "But why is it only after nine o'clock in the evening? There is not a single store open and no one here!"
Feng Lang and others were startled, then cold sweat broke out on their foreheads and their backs became cold!
Yes, this all looks normal.
But they know that this is the most difficult task in the world!
This situation that looks normal but is actually not normal at all...is the weirdest thing!
Why...are these nightclubs not open?
Why...there's no one on the street?
Several people were alert to the highest level, but after waiting for a long time, there was still nothing.
But the calmer it becomes, the more fear grows in the hearts of the six people.
It seemed that in the darkness beyond the reach of the street lights in the distance, some invisible terror was slowly approaching.
Wang Quan also had goosebumps all over his body.
He didn't feel it at first, but now he feels a little fuzzy.
The expressions of these guys... are so immersive!
The scariest thing is actually scaring yourself.
Just when he was about to say something to ease the tense atmosphere, a soft and gentle female voice with a light voice suddenly sounded in his ears:
"Sir, please close your eyes and count three hundred times before opening them again~~"
This tone of voice was light and airy, as if a clear spring poured into Wang Quan's heart, instantly calming down his originally nervous mood.
He subconsciously closed his eyes and began to count silently.
At the same time, it started to fog.
What was originally a light white mist slowly turned into a gray-white thick mist that filled the entire space.
Feng Lang and others were on guard back to back. The surroundings were filled with thick fog, and they could barely see within five meters.
At some point, the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded around.
The next moment, several people's eyes widened.
I saw countless figures emerging from the thick fog and walking quietly past.
Feng Lang and others did not dare to move.
From time to time, someone comes within five meters, and they can see clearly...
These are all "people", there are men in suits, women in cheongsam, old people, children...
They have two things in common.
Poker face.
There were no eyeballs where the two eyes were originally, only two empty eye sockets, with bright red blood flowing outward from the eye sockets, like two bloody tears.
When the footsteps gradually disappeared, the countless figures gradually disappeared. Before a few people could relax, the sound of wheels rolling across the ground came from far away and came closer.
At the same time, there was a burst of melodious music and singing:
"I'm waiting for you to come back~ I'm waiting for you to come back~ I'm thinking of you coming back~ I'm thinking of you coming back..."
The next moment, a rickshaw flashed past several people's faces, and then disappeared into the thick fog.
At that moment, they all saw it clearly.
The cart was pulled by a man in a short coat. His complexion was black and swollen, and his eyes also had no eyeballs.
Sitting in the car was a woman wearing a black and red sleeveless cheongsam.
The folding fan in her hand covered the lower half of her face. Her eyeballs were blood red and the whites of her eyes were pure black.
The moment she passed by, she seemed to glance this way.
Or maybe it's just an illusion.
The thick fog dissipated, and everyone was startled by the sudden noise of people around them.
Feasting lights, flashing neon lights, people coming and going, sensual dogs and horses...
This is Nanjing Road in the Magic City. It is the first commercial street built after the opening of the Magic City and is also the most prosperous commercial street.
Feng Lang and others breathed a long sigh of relief, and Wangchuan even sat down on the ground and panted wildly.
The gamblers took a few breaths, took out seven cigarettes from their pockets, and smoked one each.
When he got to the last one, he was startled, and then his expression changed:
"Where is Wang Quan?!"
The other five people suddenly looked up and were shocked to find that at some point, Wang Quan was no longer here.
............
"298,299,300."
After counting three hundred times in his heart, Wang Quan opened his eyes.
After opening his eyes, he was faced with a pair of red phoenix eyes that were as gentle as water.