【return!】

[Welcome to "The Dead's Junction".]

[In the Ruin Battlefield, you killed 1120 undeads, including 542 battlefield honors such as "Terrain Kill", "Double Kill", "Three Kill", "Four Kills", "Five Kills", "Big Kills Special Kills", etc., killing "Extra Large Easter Eggs" once, and getting a total of 8160 points. Currently, there are 9485 points.]

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[Resurrection coins remain: 88 pieces.]

[The current number of layers: 40th floor.]

[Experimental evaluation level for this task: SS.]

[Get extra review: Those who drill for loopholes in the rules are careless.]

【Attention: 52.2%】

[There are 24 hours left before the next forced mission.]

【Please increase the number of layers as much as possible.】

[We are all looking forward to your next performance.]

...

Yi Lin thought that his rich experience was the best among the undead, and it was difficult for anyone to compete with him. No matter what happened, he could remain calm and calm. But at this moment, he still frowned and said in a silence:

"Is it 20% higher on one battlefield?"

This seems a bit outrageous.

Although the attention level increases with the performance of the undead in the mission, it increases so much in one breath. If there is no strangeness in it, he doesn't believe it.

Yi Lin remembered that dream.

He seemed to have grasped a key vaguely.

But there is too much information missing, and Yi Lin feels that something is missing.

Even though Yi Lin did not value the so-called "performance evaluation", he gradually understood the gods' ideas.

“Well.”

Yi Lin's eyes flashed, and after the green flame disappeared, he reached into the black beam of light.

As the thoughts are active, the green flames in the light column condense again to form a line of words.

...

【Does 50 points be consumed to enter the ‘Dead Town’?】

...

He is now a "big guy" with nearly 10,000 points, and just 50 points is not even a fraction of it.

Don't hesitate, enter!

A sense of weightlessness came invading, and the black light column suddenly spread out into a boundless dark curtain, submerging Yi Lin's figure.

A deep passage appeared in the dark curtain. He walked in and suddenly realized.

Black and gray are the main colors in the town of the Dead, which are exactly the same as the painting style at the border of the Dead.

There are square and low houses, arranged in an orderly manner.

Strangely, the house has no doors and windows, and it is more like a square cut from an unknown material.

The surface of the gray-black squares was rippling, and "shadow people" walked out of the squares.

Yi Lin looked down at her body, and seemed out of place with the residents of the Dead Town.

But "they" seemed to have completely ignored Yi Lin's existence, and the sparse "shadowmen" walked their own way, treating Yi Lin as transparent.

Are they residents of the town of the Dead?

Yi Lin deliberately stood still in front of one of the "shadow men".

The next moment, something creepy happened.

The shadow man walked straight from Yilin's body to the back.

“…”

It is worthy of being the town of the Dead.

It's really in the underworld.

Yilin quickly accepted this setting.

The style of the Dead Town is similar to the Dead's Intersection. But compared with the Dead's Intersection, it is much more comfortable here. Yi Lin feels like he is breathing fresh air, and his walking pace gradually becomes unrecognizable to his relatives.

The Dead Town is not large, and Yi Lin also saw other undead here.

However, in order to hide his identity, every undead chose to wear a "undead mask" and passed by in a hurry.

There is no benefit or reason to fight here, so even if you encounter other undeads, everyone is still peaceful. This is like an alternative "safety zone" for the undead to communicate, talk, or keep warm with each other.

Yi Lin came to a huge rectangular building. The building also had no doors and windows. Next to the building was an illusory sign. The sign was translucent and green flames were burned on it, which seemed to form some kind of text.

As you take a few steps, a translated font appears next to the text: [The Dead's Fragrance].

"?"

Weird name.

Yi Lin stepped forward and curiously covered her palm on the wall.

A lubricating and cold touch came from his palms, and the next second, Yi Lin was teleported into another place.

Green, purple, dark blue, gray, and various dark tones of spotlights intertwined into a strange-style light curtain, swaying back and forth in the space, flashing. A bar appeared in front of Yi Lin's eyes, and the stool next to the bar was carved with pale bones.

A bartender with dark purple skin and a small bow suit stood quietly behind the bar counter.

It has no face.

The part of the face should be, but there is only a smooth purple skin, without even the outline it should have.

When Yi Lin stepped into the [Sweetness of the Dead], the bartender's purple face, the skin on his eyes cracked, and a black gem-like color was revealed inside. It was obviously its "eyes". Various spotlights showed a different brilliance in the pure black eyeballs.

"Welcome to the fragrance of the dead."

The bartender had no mouth on his face, but a strange tone sounded in Yi Lin's ears.

"here it is?"

Yi Lin sat calmly on the bone stool.

Not long after he sat on it, the skeleton swayed.

"KaKaKaKa."

A harsh sound came from under the butt, and bone claws grew on the stool, holding the extra part of Yi Lin's butt steadily.

Awesome, this stool is automatically adjusted according to the customer's "butt bump", which is more advanced than the massage chair equipped with artificial intelligence. This is also a novel experience for Yilin.

"The Dead, what do you want to drink?"

The bartender affectionately called Yilin "the dead".

Yilin asked to see the menu.

When I saw this, Yi Lin looked like a piece of cake.

There are names above that you haven't heard of.

What are the "Hell Masala", "Ados Gwa", "My tragic death of Mando", "Other corpse oil", "Scarlet grapes"...

call.

Follow the local customs, follow the local customs, follow the local customs, follow the local customs.

Yi Lin recited it silently three times deep in her heart to comfort herself.

"Get a cup of Hell Masala."

This name sounds quite normal.

"Paipa."

The bartender applauded, and a glass of "wine" appeared in front of Yilin.

The wine glass is shaped like a mini skull, cut across the horizontal line of the ear. The wine glass contains half a cup of transparent liquid that is as scarlet as blood, but the color is much lighter than blood, a bit like diluted red wine.

Yi Lin narrowed his eyes and looked closer. At first he thought that the surface of the wine was floating on the physical phenomenon of water vapor condensed into fog in the air. But it turned out that he should not use any scientific principles to explain everything in hell... because there were vague "human faces" in those vapors.

This cup of "Hell Masala" alone cost Yilin 50 points.

Yi Lin shook the bone wine glass gently.

"Where is this place?"

The purple-skinned bartender stood there with no expression on his face, and the lights in the bar suddenly dimmed: "Diet, please pay attention to your words."

This answer is a bit abrupt.
To be continued...