The end of the world starts from the global copy

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This is nothing unusual.

Of course, Lin Yanzhi was not surprised: "So?"

Duan Yun thought for a moment and spit out four words.

"Things hurt their kind..."

"Cut, hypocritical."

Behind him, Tong Yang stepped forward and stood beside Duan Yun.

"It's just that I have less experience, just get used to it."

"At the beginning, it's all like this. You are sad because of other people's sorrows, and you are sad because of other people's disasters. But slowly, your heart will harden. You will not be sad after watching too much."

Liang Xi also smiled and said, "It's like playing a game. What does the life and death of NPCs have to do with us players?"

"Different."

Duan Yun shook his head suddenly, rejecting the words of his teammates.

As he spoke, he pointed to the continuous flow of people in front of him, and then said: "We are not playing games, and the global dungeon system is not a game... Once the twelve-week period is up, the dungeon disaster will be reflected in reality. So you can say that the human beings in the dungeon, Is it the same as the NPC in the game?"

"I think it's different..."

After speaking, Duan Yun lit another cigarette.

His eyes were dim.

"They are our reflections, our mirror images..."

"Their today is our tomorrow."

After Duan Yun finished speaking, everyone in the team fell silent.

Until the imperceptible fluctuations suddenly swept away.

An uncontrollable sense of fear rose from the bottom of my heart.

Wang Tai frowned: "This is..."

Duan Yun said softly: "Mr. Lu Ming's method."

"It's also a prelude to disaster."

……

With the cooperation of Ming.

In addition, Lu Ming himself has the ability to control fear.

Therefore, the influence of the core of fear this time is completely controllable.

But this is completely controllable, which does not mean trivial.

Because the starting point is different.

Although Lu Ming has resistance to everything he is doing now, resistance is not the reason for him to be passive and sabotage, and he has no reason to live with his own income when he has no choice.

Therefore, the equivalent of the power of fear released by Lu Ming is from the perspective of maximizing benefits.

If the entire dungeon world is a vegetable field.

Lu Ming fertilized.

Then his fertilization is definitely not a sustainable development route.

Instead, fishing in a dry marsh, squeezing vigorously, and pulling seedlings to encourage growth.

One can imagine what this means to fish and seedlings.

"Boom!"

A series of car accidents!

You need to be careful when driving.

If you are suddenly gripped by fear while driving... well, or to put it another way, if you suddenly see a ghost while driving, it would be strange if nothing happened, wouldn't it?

And on the road in the early morning, there are already many vehicles—so a series of car accidents is logical...

Screaming, howling, screaming, burning, exploding...

Looking at everything that happened in front of him, the corners of Duan Yun's brows twitched, until the clear sound of falling to the ground came from the side.

Duan Yun couldn't help looking behind him.

On the sidewalk behind him, a white-haired old woman clutched her chest, staggered to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and lost her breath of life in just a few seconds.

Fear triggers palpitations.

And the elderly, especially those with heart disease, really can't stand this.

All the players present fell silent.

Although, Lu Ming had already told them about the dungeon.

They also understood what Lu Ming was doing at the moment.

But imagining it and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things.

"The handwriting is really not small."

Tong Yang laughed dryly, he didn't know if it was to alleviate the fear in his heart, or to alleviate the complexity of the so-called physical injury, their today is our tomorrow.

However, no one else spoke.

They just watched the old man slowly open the gate of hell.

The familiar figure of Xiaobai and Laohei emerged from the gate of hell, and appeared in front of the world openly.

Xiaobai raised his head and smiled at Duan Yun—a familiar taste.

This pair was exactly the one they had seen in Wolf Village.

Lao Hei threw out the shackles, and with a click, the old woman who had turned into a ghost was locked by the shackles, and was also exposed to the living.

The world of high ghost power.

It is not uncommon for people to turn into ghosts or even ghosts after death.

Originally, normal people couldn't see ghosts or even ghosts, but for show, for gaining faith, for displaying holiness in front of people, it's natural to be as eye-catching as possible.It's not a good job to prevent others from seeing ghosts, right?

The crowd exclaimed, panicked, screamed, and panicked.

Although black and white impermanence videos and photos have been circulated on the Internet, what you see online is not the same as what you see with your own eyes...

Duan Yun and other players just watched everything with cold eyes.

Until the crone's ghost screams!

"Wait! Two adults wait for me! Don't rush to catch me, I still have something to do! Human life is at stake, I beg you! Please!"

Xiaobai and Laohei had to slow down their work progress for the sake of the positive image of the underworld.

Xiao Bai smiled gently.

"What else is there for the old man?"

"Money! My son's life-saving money! He is waiting for me in the hospital! Wait for me!"

The fallen corpse.

A ghost floating above a dead body.

Fierce pleading and great sorrow...

Duan Yun involuntarily took two steps forward and came to the side of the old woman's body.

He bent down, parted the old man's skinny hands, and picked up the black cloth bag that the old man held tightly in his arms.

"Which hospital?"

When the voice fell, the old man paused slightly.

"Third Courtyard, Cui Aiguo, my son's name is Cui Aiguo."

Duan Yun nodded.

"give it to me."

……

Fear brings panic, and panic brings social unrest.

The seemingly simple job of sending money is actually not as easy as Duan Yun imagined.

For a few kilometers, the players did not take a taxi, but walked.

They walked quickly, but still encountered three car accidents—not the kind that happened on the street, but the kind that ran directly from the driveway onto the pedestrian street and passed the players.

But players, after all, have two brushes.

The stronger the strength, the stronger the tolerance to fear. Although it is still inevitable to be attacked by fear, but where the strength lies, the reaction ability is much faster than normal people.

About an hour later, everyone arrived at the Third Hospital smoothly.

After some inquiries, everyone came to the ward.

A man named Cui Aiguo was lying on the hospital bed with an oxygen tube inserted, looking like he was dying.

There are relatives beside the bed - Cui Aiguo's wife and children.

The woman is about thirty years old, and she is not beautiful at all. Although the clothes on her body are clean, it can be seen that they are street goods.

On the side, a five or six-year-old girl was holding a dirty doll, neither crying nor fussing, just sitting next to her mother, pinching the doll with her little hands, looking at her father and then at her mother with big bright eyes .

After briefly looking at the family of three, Duan Yun didn't exchange anything with them, he just went downstairs, paid the money, and returned to the ward.

Wang Tai and others accompanied Duan Yun and sat on the row of chairs outside the ward. It was only when the nurse pushed Cui Aiguo out of the ward and into the operating room that the atmosphere relaxed a bit.

No one spoke.

After a while, Duan Yun explained: "The old man is very similar to my grandma...the eyes are very similar."

Tong Yang patted Duan Yun on the shoulder.

"No need to explain."

"After all, it's a vacation. It doesn't matter what you do."

Duan Yun smiled slightly.

Until the ghost energy surged again.

Xiaobai Laohei once again appeared in front of everyone.

It's still the same smell.

It's still the pair of little white and old black.

The frequency of appearances of these two people is so high that they can be called model workers.

But the frequent occurrence of black and white impermanence is obviously not a good thing.