The unpleasant air, the scorching wind, the weird dungeons, and the strange organization. All of these seem to be far away from Yu Fei.

All he knew was that Li Zhan was dead.

The brother who had passed all the previous cards with him was gone. He was still bragging to him when he had lunch last night...

"Li Zhan, I will definitely pick all the levels behind you at the fastest speed. Just follow me."

"Haha, then I have to grab your wings."

"After that, I have no choice but to stay, why don't you leave?"

"curious."

"ah?"

"Why did this world of breakthroughs and why did we choose?"

“…”

"Yu Fei, believe me, nothing can appear out of thin air, there must be a reason behind it."

"Damn, you are crazy. If you can pass the level, you will be Amitabha. Are you still thinking about doing research?!"

"Are you praising me?"

"No, I'm worshiping the God of Learning."

At that time, Li Zhan smiled and stopped talking.

He always does this, without arguing or refuting, just works silently, and then teaches you how to be a human being with facts.

"This is the dungeon. You are investigating. You don't keep your fucking words..." Yu Fei's hand clenched his fists tightly, his joints turned white, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Tears fell into the soil and splashed fine sand.

"Do you want to take revenge?" A voice suddenly came from beside him, low, but quite clear.

Yu Fei turned his head suddenly. It was a man wearing a black mask. His body was tense and he was defensive: "Who are you?"

"Like you, the one who lost his partner in the elevator."

"How do you know..."

"If not, you should stand with those people now and look ahead, instead of turning back and smashing the elevator door." The man squatted down and looked straight with him, "But I can't go back. All you can do is accept revenge."

"What should I do?" Yu Fei's voice calmed down.

"Find this ghost place, and then, destroy it." The man only showed his eyes, but there was a firm enough light.

Lu Jue was still talking, and compared to the shark's general style of painting big cakes, he was much more meticulous and pragmatic.

"Basic accommodation, food rationing, daily application, simple medical care, these are all guarantees that the white group can provide. Of course, what is more important is to pass the level, personal pass through the level and organized pass through the level, the difference between safety and success rate, no need to say more..."

Needless to say, because no one listened.

Fan Peiyang, Tang Lin, and Zheng Luozhu turned their heads together at this moment, watching Yu Fei and a strange man with masks drifting away.

The shark also saw it and shouted unhappily: "Every time I'm secretly snatching people openly-"

The words must have been passed, but the man with masks completely ignored him and took Yu Fei around and disappeared into an alley.

"Don't worry about them," Lu Jue pulled back the attention of the three of them. "A group of Frankenstein is dedicated to fooling those whose mentality has collapsed, let's continue..."

Before they finished speaking, Fan Peiyang and Tang Lin raised their hands together and made a standard "no-use" gesture.

Fan Peiyang: "I'm not used to being led."

Tang Lin: "I'm not used to being led."

The sound is more neat than the movement.

Lu Jue: "..."

shark:"……"

The conversation was put into an unquestionable end.

Zheng Luozhu suddenly felt a little distressed about two new employees who had taken up the organization.

"Let's go too." After saying this, President Fan turned around neatly.

Tang Lin didn't even say anything, and left even more casually than him.

Zheng Luozhu kept up with her.

The shark looked quietly and said sincerely: "I want to beat them up."

"No need for you," Lu Jue looked in a certain direction and curled his lips, "Someone has been ready to move."

The shark followed his gaze and was at the entrance of the alley where the three of them had just walked, several black shadows were staring at their backs, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Oh, it's better to choose us to go step by step," the shark sighed, "to ensure a steady journey."

Lu Jue smiled and said, "A person always suffers before he knows how much he has to weigh."

The deeper the road, the dimmer the lights are. There are still miserable passers-by on both sides from time to time, and your eyes are so dissipated that you can't tell whether he is staring at you.

Zheng Luozhu was uncomfortable all over and even felt that the air became more and more sticky.

He carried the travel bag hard on his shoulder and walked next to Fan Peiyang: "Boss, where are we going next?"

Fan Peiyang: "Find a place to stay first."

Tang Lin looked at the dilapidated houses on both sides of the road. Either the doors were locked, and the obvious refusal was almost hanging a sign with "Do not disturb"; or even the door did not exist, and at first glance, you could even see the back street directly through the holes in the wall. It was really hard to live in.

Fan Peiyang's arm suddenly came across, preventing him from moving forward.

Tang Lin paused, and then saw Fan Peiyang turning back: "Come out."

There were three men hidden in the shadows at the corner of the alley, one wearing a torn T-shirt, one wearing an old man's shirt, and the other chubby shirt.

The three of them wanted to attack, but they didn't expect Fan Peiyang to be so keen.

"Let me listen to everything later." The broken T-shirt lowered his head and reminded him.

The old man and Chubby nodded together: "Don't worry, brother."

After saying that, he took two younger brothers with his t-shirt and walked out of the alley with a swagger, exposed to the dim light.

"We only need things, and we don't hurt our lives." The t-shirt stood four or five meters away from the three people, and made a moral stand, "put down the travel bag and leave."

Fan Peiyang, Tang Lin, Zheng Luozhu, each of them had a travel bag, and they were all stuffed.

The old man's shirt and chubby eyes were shining when he stared at the bags.

"Impossible." Fan Peiyang's refusal left no room for anything.

The boss was concise and to the point. Zheng Luozhu couldn't do it, so he had to speak righteously: "Where did you come out of three rotten garlic, don't even have a decent piece of clothes, and you still learn to rob?"

I don’t know which word hurts my heart, but the three of them changed their faces in an instant.

The t-shirt sneered: "Since you don't want to leave, don't leave." He gave Huo a wink, "Three, do it!"

He was so chubby that he immediately focused and stared at them.

Zheng Luozhu felt a little nervous. It’s not good, he wants to use stationery!

But it was too late, and thorns quickly grew on the ground beneath their feet, locking their ankles firmly. With a slight movement, the thorns hurt.

Tang Lin next to him squatted down directly.

Zheng Luozhu thought he was in pain, but when he turned his head, he found that Mr. Tang, who had seen stationery for the second time, was squatting there and looking down at the careful observation, with his eyes full of concentration in academic research.

Immediately afterwards, my boss also squatted down, and the single-person research immediately turned into a two-person team.

"This stationery doesn't seem to be as powerful as Zhang Quan used in the elevator," Tang Lin pondered, "Is it easy to solve..."

Fan Peiyang reached out and pinched Jingteng: "It should be cut with a knife."

Tang Lin: "Will it regenerate if it is cut off?"

Fan Peiyang: "If you want to do it once and for all, you can only solve the problem of stationery users."

Tang Lin: "You said that you can use attacks to distract users from using stationery and no longer continue to control stationery."

Fan Peiyang: "Or directly hurt him. Once his mental power is weak, he will lose control of stationery."

Tang Lin: "There are quite a lot of tricks."

Fan Peiyang: "Just explore slowly."

Zheng Luozhu: "..."

Chubby: "..."

Old man's shirt: "..."

"Damn, are you two teaching on the spot?!" The t-shirt is going crazy, "Don't you, keep their hands behind me!"

The old man shuddered, and finally recovered from the use of stationery in the small classroom, holding his breath and condensing his breath, locking his thick eyebrows.

A black rope flew into the air, and the wrists of the three people were firmly tied together.

Zheng Luozhu was almost frustrated. If the pencil case hadn't been emptied, why would they have been so passively beaten?
To be continued...