global collapse

Gu Mian actually wants other players to leave as soon as possible.

Because as long as the players leave, the remaining ghosts are his own and they can play freely.

But one-third of the time for the dungeon has passed, and the guests have not been able to find a way.

There was no way Gu Mian had to go on stage and drag Dong'er's body out and whip the body.

At this time, he had put the sheets back and covered the weak, pitiful and helpless body.

"Then you can fill in the card in your hand next?" Gu Mian spoke tentatively.

The fortune teller suddenly felt a little strange. She was still sympathizing with the doctor who could not leave the copy, but when she saw the doctor's expression, she felt that she might be self-indulgent.

How do you describe his current expression...

It was like a bank robber hiding in the dark, waiting for the security guard to leave.

"Am I too concerned?" The fortune teller had already stood up from the ground.

The wound on her shoulder was still bleeding out, so sooner or later she would die of excessive blood loss.

Fortunately, she and Yuwen Hao don’t have much time left in the dungeon.

"But I think I need to examine it again before choosing a heart-wrenching object..." The fortune teller hesitated while covering his shoulders.

This is a choice about the ending of the copy, so it is better to be cautious for insurance.

The fortune teller is going to take a closer look at the object that is about the same size as his.

But just as she was hesitating, she glanced at Yuwen Hao on the side.

I saw that this guy took out his card and was looking for a pen in the room.

The fortune teller was a little surprised: "What are you doing!"

Yuwen didn't even raise his head: "What am I doing? Of course I'm looking for a pen to fill in the card and leave this ghost place early."

"Don't you plan to observe it again?" The fortune teller was stunned.

Observe a G2.

Yuwen Hao joined Gu Mian to form a team back then.

He knew very well that Dr. Gu was deeply cursed by the world's malicious curse. As long as Gu Mian left, he could instantly turn into hell on earth.

He still remembers the broken statue of the evil god at that time. The statue that could have been able to open the safety barrier was easily broken by Gu Mian, causing them to be teleported from a safe place to the terrifying warehouse filled with fire, facing the challenge of the female ghost.

Yuwen Hao had no doubt at all. If Gu Mian had not cut off the female ghost's head quickly and caused the data to collapse and the copy to collapse, they would probably have been buried in the fire.

As long as Gu Mian is there, the dungeon will use all means to create an accident. Who knows what this dungeon will eventually become.

Whether it is a burial in a fire or a person who is destroyed or killed, it has nothing to do with Yuwen.

As the saying goes, the city gate fire affects the pond fish. Yuwen Hao doesn’t want to be dried grilled fish, so it’s better to leave here early.

Although the final copy collapse compensation is indeed tempting, he feels that there is a great possibility that he will not be able to persist in the end.

At this time, he had found the pen and was pulling out the cover and speaking: "You will definitely regret staying here."

Yuwen Hao said it with great sincerity, but he also saw it.

This fortune teller looks like he doesn't believe in evil, and it seems he wants to make a tough fight.

"Okay..." Yuwen Hao quickly recalled the serial number of the candidates he chose, and then selected the only person with a similar figure as his body, held the pen and filled it in quickly.

When Gu Mian saw that the serial number was filled in, Yu Wenhao flashed like a snowflake screen, and then disappeared.

The last sentence he just left was echoed in the room-

"Good luck"

Gu Mian felt that this was not for him.

The fortune teller recalled the last sentence left by Yu Wenhao, and for some reason, she was a little creepy.

I don’t know if Yuwen Hao chose the right choice or the wrong choice…

Just when she was in a state of terror, she saw the doctor over there coming.

"You..." the fortune teller wanted to say something.

But he was immediately interrupted by Gu Mian: "You are injured."

The fortune teller looked at the doctor passing by him and patted her injured shoulder.

When she saw the doctor raising his hand, a dark golden bracelet appeared under his white sleeves, with seemingly ancient patterns carved on it.

Good taste.

"Yes," the fortune teller's hand tightened slightly, "I need to deal with the wound. Doctor, have you ever seen bandages or something here?"

Gu Mian didn't say anything, just passed by her and walked towards the door.

And at this moment, the fortune teller suddenly realized that his shoulder, which had been stabbed, was no longer as painful as before.

She let go with a little strange, turned her head to look at the direction of the wound.

The blood-stained clothes covered the skin tightly, and the wound could not be seen simply by looking at it.

But the fortune teller found that no blood continued to gush out after letting go.

She was slightly stunned, and she stretched out her hand as if she thought of something, and looked through the cut clothes to touch the wound.

there is none left……

There was nothing left...

The wound has healed and cannot be touched no matter what. If the blood on her clothes was not still eye-catching, she would have thought that being stabbed was an hallucination.

The fortune teller was stunned.

Of course she wouldn't have thought that she had suddenly awakened some self-healing function.

The only explanation is that the doctor just touched himself.

If you touch yourself, your wound will be healed?

At this time, the fortune teller suddenly remembered the doctor's self-introduction. His introduction was the same as his own, and it was a profession.

In this way, he is also very likely a professional player!

Thinking of this, the fortune teller suddenly became excited.

Professional players are very rare. Professional players meet in a dungeon like meeting old friends in a foreign land.

The fortune teller talked to himself: "Since his profession is a doctor, the guitar bag he has been carrying may not be a guitar, right? The things inside should be similar to my crystal ball. It is very likely that they are special medical supplies and can save the life of a dying person at critical moments."

Although the doctor's behavior is very strange, it is worth making friends with just having a career.

The fortune teller was still thinking about it in the room, but Gu Mian had already pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

Now Yuwen Hao has left the copy, but he has three lonely and helpless choices left here. Gu Mian is going to pack them up and take them away.

"Fortunately, I tied up all the candidates Yuwen Hao had chosen before, otherwise they might have run away..."

Gu Mian walked upstairs while muttering to herself and walked towards her room.

That's right, in order to better interrogate the ghost in the dungeon, Gu Mian tied up the four optional objects of Yuwen and threw them into his room before entering Dong'er's room.

Although I don’t know if the rope is useful to ghosts, it is better to tie it than not.

Gu Mian couldn't wait to see the ghosts who had been tied to rice dumplings by himself.

At this time, he had already arrived at the door of his room. At this time, a small gap was opened, as if it was blown open by the wind.

Gu Mian was a little surprised. He touched his chin: "I remember closing the door tightly when I left."

Why was the cracks pushed open out of thin air?

Is something happening? He thought while stretching out his hand to push open the door.

The sight of the comfort behind the door came into view.