"Wow~ High-purity gems, this is a good material for enchantment. One piece is worth 300,000 yuan. Brother, you are rich. This bag is worth it."

""

Merchants are counting the harvest of the hunters.

The quotations again and again stimulated the excitement of the hunters outside.

Not to mention that those hunters may have hidden treasures that they have not yet taken out. Just from these harvests, the average per capita benefit is more than one million.

For the vast majority of ordinary hunters, this is wealth worth gambling their lives on.

Su Lun also squeezed in with the crowd of onlookers, but his eyes fell on the twisted light door.

The all-knowing eye took a look and identified the result.

【1911 Hotel】

Detailed explanation: A large complex cursed space has sealed a limb of the super-level creature '***'. The guests have been contaminated by the corpse air. At midnight, they will be completely deformed and become weird. Survive in the space for twenty-four hours, and the space

The exit will appear again; if you die in the space, your energy and blood will impact and destroy the seal. The current breaking progress is 1157/3000;

When Su Lun saw the information about the cursed space, his heart was unmoved.

Even when he saw that the "source of pollution" was the body fragments of an unknown super-order creature, he didn't feel any surprise.

Without this super-level existence, it would be impossible for an entire hotel to transform into a wave of SS-level monsters.

Looking at the last sentence again, he muttered in his heart: "Sure enough, he is so pissy again."

After sharing such a cursed space with good yields, the five major families really had no good intentions.

Su Lun was just suspicious before, but now looking at this information, it is irrefutable proof.

They seem to have learned about another way to break this space through some way.

That means there is no need to explore, just use human lives to fill it.

Probably because the scope of land reclamation has become larger and larger recently and there are not enough slave groups, these guys are thinking of using this method to attract independent groups.

"I said why the death rate remains high, and it turns out that's the case."

Logically speaking, the more you play the same dungeon, the lower the chance of battle damage will be. However, the death rate here is always about 60%, which is very strange.

But it’s not all about annihilating the group. Some people are left alive to spread the news and attract more people.

No matter how you look at it, I think it's fishy.

Seeing this, Su Lun was no longer interested in the treasures produced in the ruins. He focused his attention on everyone who came out, paying special attention to the guys who were not injured or who were not so excited.

Soon, he discovered something

After the twisted light gate appeared, it disappeared again.

It wasn't until evening that the entrance appeared again.

There were just over a hundred people in the camp, waiting in line to enter.

Su Lun was going to go anyway, so he led the living corpse in the middle of the queue.

I scanned the team that entered this time again, but still didn't find the person who might be the "card cloaked man".

"Did I think wrongly?"

Su Lun didn't think much and followed the team into the space.

And after he entered, he didn't know that a little incident happened outside.

The number of people entering the space is not constant, it is about a hundred people.

But in fact, the stronger the people who enter, the smaller the number.

More than a hundred people were originally prepared, but as they entered, the light door suddenly disappeared.

This unusual scene also confused everyone.

"Hey, how come this time only so many people came in, and then the light door disappeared?"

"It seems like there are only more than sixty, right?"

"That's not right. Even if there were second-level professionals leading the team that time, more than ninety people entered. How come there are so few less this time?"

"Is there something wrong with the space?"

""

The news quickly reached the ears of the administrator of this small camp.

However, this did not attract their attention.

All kinds of strange things can happen in the ruins, and this fluctuation in the number of people is probably normal in their opinion.

But the leaders of these five major families' hunting groups have another headache.

In the tent, several leaders gathered together sadly to discuss something.

"A death order has been issued from above, and this forbidden space must be broken as soon as possible. But now it seems that at least one or two thousand people need to be filled in before this space can be broken."

"I heard that there was a big mess at the base camp last night. The mysterious item that the 'Blood Ax Group' got last time was snatched away. This caused the top brass of the Black Tower to be furious."

"Hey, it's useless to say that. Spread the news and find a way to attract more hunters."

"However, no matter how much we spread the news, we can only get in two hundred people a day. We can't kill people every time, right? The death rate is too high, just once or twice. No matter how many people are there, we can't attract individual people at all.

"Come together"

""

On the other hand, Su Lun's group has entered the cursed space.

This is the street scene of Dawn City a thousand years ago.

A group of hunters appeared on the street, and in front of them was a luxurious building with a signboard of "1911 Hotel".

The leading temporary captain also noticed the abnormality in the number of people and was slightly confused, but didn't think much about it.

"The number of people this time is a bit small, please be careful. Remember the precautions I told you before, okay, let's disperse."

"yes."

Everyone dispersed.

Seeing that the number of people who came in was greatly reduced, Su Lun guessed something and thought to himself: "Did that person really come in?"
Chapter completed!