However, the strange thing is that except for these few new viewers who were full of praise for the host's appearance, the other old viewers fell into a mysterious silence.

"..."

"..."

"?Why didn't you say anything?"

"Is something wrong?"

Su Cheng opened his eyes.

He found that he was now standing in an open space, and there were many people of all kinds gathered in the open space, seemingly waiting for something.

He raised his eyes and took a breath.

Standing in front of you is a gray and black building. It is tall and the top is submerged in the dark clouds. It is difficult to see how many floors it has from below. The cold walls are dark and dark, with narrow square doors.

The windows were neatly arranged on the wall, and the glass was dusty, giving people a particularly depressing feeling.

On the wall, there is a metal sign with rusted edges, with four words written on it:

【Changsheng Building】

It seems that this should be the copy this time.

Su Cheng felt uneasy and subconsciously turned his head and looked around.

Being a team dungeon, there are quite a few participants in this dungeon. Obviously, most of them have found their teammates and gathered into groups, whispering something to each other.

He took a deep breath and reached into his pocket.

I feel the familiar touch of the phone on my fingertips.

Su Cheng's heart was settled.

[Ping An Sanatorium] That dungeon will give them such a strong sense of powerlessness. The reason is that the ID cards are not issued in the form of mobile phones, but in the form of bracelets, which limits the communication between anchors and the transfer of information.

.

He took a deep breath, took out his phone, and checked the screen.

【ID card】

Name: Su Cheng

Age: twenty-five

Profession: Not yet unlocked

Phase plot: not yet unlocked

[Initial survival time is being allocated...]

In addition, ;

Su Cheng put away his phone and glanced down at the badge on his chest.

The thin metal edge is like a burning dark spark.

This is a mechanism exclusive to the team version, which allows the anchor to reunite as soon as possible before the instance starts, and will disappear after the instance starts.

Quickly, pat his shoulder with one hand.

"Hello."

Su Cheng was startled and turned his head to look.

A man stood behind him, with familiar calm eyes and a bit of ferocity, wearing the same badge on his chest - obviously, he did not use his appearance in the anchor hall, so even if

No mark was needed, Su Cheng recognized him immediately.

It was Qi Qian, the vice president of Dark Fire who hired them.

That is to say...

The person behind Qi Qian should be his teammate participating in the team competition this time.

Su Cheng swept it away without leaving any trace, and his heart sank slightly.

...There are no familiar faces inside.

"So, you are a prophet?" Qi Qian's eyes fell on Su Cheng's face, his sharp gaze passing over the other's delicate, bookish features, and he raised his eyebrows.

"..."

Yu Wen Jianyan was not here, and Su Cheng didn't know how to answer the other party's questions, so he had to maintain the persona of an outsider, with a dull face, nodding silently, and recognizing Wen Jianyan forcefully.

The title given to oneself.

I don't know why, although that guy's name-naming skills are extremely unreliable, he is surprisingly good at coming up with nicknames.

Prophet.

It sounds like a cow when you hear it.

When Su Cheng was stunned, a tall and thin figure walked out of a dusty building not far away.

Slow and slightly staggering, it gives people a strange feeling.

Ta, da, da.

The footsteps were steady and regular, echoing in the huge space, approaching the anchor step by step.

As the hushed chatter in the square gradually subsided, everyone's attention was drawn to it, and the place was shrouded in a strange dead silence.

Quickly, the man crossed the gray fog, came to the front of everyone, and slowly stopped.

It's a male.

Wearing a wrinkled, gray-blue security uniform with curly hair on the edges, he looks slovenly. His hands and feet are as thin and dry as tree trunks, and he has an equally thin face on his thin neck.

face.

What's even more weird is his skin color.

It is dull and lusterless, showing a stiff bluish-white color under the dim light, like a person who has been dead for a long time. The cheeks that have lost their elasticity are sunken, and a black line can be faintly seen on the cheekbones.

colored spots.

Like corpse spots.

The atmosphere in the air is particularly solemn.

All the anchors' eyes fell on the thin man, and their vigilance was raised to the highest level - they knew that this was a signal that the copy was about to begin.

The man opened his mouth and made a rough, stiff voice:

"Let's go, come in."

The voice was strange, but it was inexplicably clear, as if it was ringing close to everyone's ears, making people feel chills in their backs.

After saying that, the tall and thin man turned around and walked back towards the gray building with a staggering pace.

"..."

There was dead silence on the field.

Everyone looked at each other and followed in silence.

Qi Qian stared intently at the tall and thin figure not far away, and then whispered: "Let's go in."

The others nodded and followed his footsteps.

Only Su Cheng was stunned for a moment.

Eh? Everyone is not here yet? His teammates haven’t arrived yet!

He opened his mouth, ready to say something: "Wait--"

However, before Su Cheng could finish speaking, he felt a hand gently holding his sleeve.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and the rest of his voice was stuck in his throat.

The girl in a white dress stood quietly behind him, holding his sleeves with her soft white fingers. She had a dimple on her left cheek and a pair of amber eyes, looking pure and innocent.

, I feel pity for him.

She said softly:

"let's go?"

"..."

Su Cheng's face was expressionless.

“………………………………”
Chapter completed!