After a leisurely two days in reality, Xiao Lan and Luo returned to the world of advent.

Seeing the sky cut into pieces by unscientific high-rise buildings, looking at the flashing neon signs all around, and stepping on the water-filled ground under her feet, Xiao Lan felt a sense of familiarity and belonging.

He probably understands what Wang Teddy said, "people who are used to coming to the world are actually very difficult to return to reality."

The peace and comfort of the real world are like dangerous traps lurking everywhere for players who are often on the line of life and death and nervous. Sometimes a leaf fell from the top of his head, and Xiao Lan would dodge subconsciously after being detected by his keen intuition.

It is clear that this is something that will not cause harm to people, but in the face of the object that suddenly appears in front of me, the body still involuntarily chooses to dodge.

Players may be slowly being assimilated by the descending world.

What about those contract players? Whether they belong to the player, or have become part of the game.

Back in the room, there were still at least 20 days before the next game started, Xiao Lan decided to take this opportunity to practice her skills and fighting skills.

When he fought against He Haochuan before, he found out that although He Haochuan's speed and physical strength were not as good as Xiao Lan's, he was able to block Xiao Lan's first strike with his fighting instinct. If he had a prop weapon at that time, Xiao Lan might not have been able to end the battle within a few seconds.

Xiao Lan still lacks the combat experience between players.

Xiao Lan: "Luo, I'm planning to go to the training ground these days to hone my fighting skills. Do you have any recommendations?"

Luo handed over a cup of tea: "I still have some moves left in my memory, and I can draw them for you."

A minute has passed...

Five minutes have passed...

Ten minutes have passed...

Xiao Lan looked at the familiar stickman with legs of different lengths that Luo placed in front of her, and fell into reflection on society and life.

Is it because he lacks social beatings too much? Why did he place his hopes on a soul painter with a long history?

Xiao Lan made up her mind with a heavy heart: "The children's painting class, I will enroll you in one next time I return to reality."

Luo: "..."

The smile gradually disappeared.

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The rest of the time Xiao Lan spent at the training ground.

The training ground occupies a very large area with countless rooms. After each player enters, the room will be locked, and the scene inside will change with the player's choice, and any different combat environment can be simulated at any time.

Advent World has always been very generous to the player's station. In the training ground, players can choose the combat object they want for simulation training. There is a wide range of objects to choose, not only people who exist in the real world, but also well-known warriors who have passed away, and even some god-of-war figures who exist in legends or literary works can be selected.

Of course, if you choose a legendary opponent out of your own power, you can directly experience the joy of ascending to heaven.

Don't ask how Xiao Lan knew, it just hurts. Fortunately, the injuries in the training ground can be automatically recovered in an instant after the battle, but the pain is still very painful!

Later, Xiao Lan chose a bald man in black with strong skills.

Then 30 seconds into the opening he was cold again.

Not to mention causing damage, Xiao Lan couldn't touch the opponent at all, whether it was a fist or a dagger. In front of his superb and professional fighting skills, Xiao Lan felt so vulnerable for the first time.

The next step is to keep fighting, being knocked down, looking for opportunities again...and the cycle goes on and on.

for many days.

After the 326th time he was smashed by a professional hitman who actually belonged to a secret service organization, Xiao Lan finally found the opportunity to fight back for the first time.

The figure of the killer in black gradually disappeared, and the chaotic battle scene simulated in the room returned to its original appearance. Xiao Lan lay on the floor and didn't want to move at all. Although his physical injuries would recover, his mental fatigue had already approached his limit.

Now he just wants to be a salted fish and sleep well for a few days.

Seven days before entering the game, Xiao Lan had a vague feeling that he would start the next game at a certain moment.

For the last three days, Xiao Lan basically enjoyed Luo's massage in the player's room, ate the restaurant takeaway brought by Luo, and drank Luo's specially-ordered nutritional drinks, living like a pig.

Life is so beautiful, and human beings are so easy to fall.

When the surroundings fell into silence and the familiar darkness gradually spread, Xiao Lan and Luo looked at each other:

The game begins.

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The surrounding world slowly became clear.

Compared to the sight, the first thing Xiao Lan felt was a sour "crunch" sound, like the sound produced by the friction of old metal plates, which was harsh and annoying. live up.

The first thing Xiao Lan saw was an old elevator car.

The buttons are all glued on with clear glue. Even the doors of the elevators are very ancient, and the gates that passengers need to manually open by themselves. Most of the paint on the doors has peeled off, mottled to reveal the iron gray inside.

Every movement of the people in the elevator can cause this old elevator to make a creaking sound.

There are all kinds of hot-eyed small advertisements densely posted around, and some of them are old and even yellowed. On the ground is a thick layer of black dirt accumulated by no one to clean up all the year round, exuding a unique smell of old stains.

The elevator seemed to be malfunctioning and stopped there motionless.

There were seven people in the elevator this time, besides Xiao Lan and Luo, there were three men and two women.

One of them was slightly fat and looked very friendly. The man in casual clothes was the first to speak: "My name is He Rui. It's been a long time since I was promoted to the intermediate level. How about I propose that everyone team up this time?"

Hearing his words, Xiao Lan was wearing a long red dress and the tall, black curly-haired sister Yu said, "Those who can get into the intermediate field have their own customs clearance methods. Why do you have to team up with people you can't trust?"

"It's safer to form a team after all." After He Rui finished speaking, he glanced in the direction of the few people on the other side who didn't speak.

Sister Yu in red sneered: "No one knows that people who are keen to form a team but don't have a few teammates around them have killed their teammates."

She also glanced at the few people He Rui had seen before, meaning: "There is no righteous senior in the world."

At this time, another tall man in a black vest also spoke, pointing to the previous red-clothed royal sister: "I agree with her, and I will not form a team."

The lady in red covered her lips and smiled: "Smart."

He Rui waved his hand hurriedly: "Don't be so wary of me, I just want to make it safer for everyone to help each other."

The atmosphere in the elevator was a little stiff for a while, when a man stood up, raised his hand and said, "My name is Meng Ze, and I will form a team with you."

The other woman looked at him, seemed to hesitate, and said, "My name is Duan Xueyin, and so am I."

He Rui turned his attention to Xiao Lan and Luo again: "How about you?"

Xiao Lan shook his head: "Thank you, we are used to two people teaming up."

He Rui seemed to want to say something, he looked at Xiao Lan and Luo, and finally gave up and continued to persuade the two.

After a while, the elevator began to move slowly, slowly going up in a harsh rubbing sound.

The instructions in the elevator were broken. don't know which floor it was on, and the elevator suddenly stopped.

A mother and daughter walked in. The mother looked very thin and sickly, but the little girl looked very lively.

The elevator door closed, the mother pressed the button for the fourth floor, and the elevator continued to slowly rise again.

The little girl was probably bored and began to count the people in the elevator: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10."

The players frowned slightly. There are only nine of the seven players here plus their mother and daughter. Where did the ten people come from?

Seeing that the faces of the people in the elevator were not looking good, the thin mother quickly squatted down and said softly to her daughter, "Honey, there are only nine people here, you counted wrong."

The little girl seemed a little confused. She stretched out her fingers and counted the people in the elevator one by one: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9... 10, Mom, I'm not wrong."

The crowd fell silent as they looked at the empty place where she pointed.

The mother also felt that the situation was a bit strange, so she quickly took a step back from her child, and also did not speak again.

The elevator was still rising slowly, and didn't know how high the building was, or if the elevator was going too slowly. In this depressing atmosphere, every minute and second seemed extraordinarily long.

Suddenly, the stained white light box on the top of the elevator flickered for a moment.

Everyone raised their heads, but just saw the shadow left by a hand. The shadow was fleeting, but the players still saw it clearly. This hand was small, like a child's hand.

The mother and daughter obviously saw it too. The mother opened her eyes wide and didn't dare to make a sound. She stretched out her arms and hugged her child firmly by her side, holding her head down to prevent her from looking up.

The players acted relatively calm, after all, every dungeon always had some sudden shocks, and being frightened was just... panicked in the heart, but there was no change in the face.

In a strange silence, the elevator finally reached the fourth floor with a sound of "ding".