Why are the supporting characters who are just playing the plot so dumb again?

At this moment, a certain team leader Song, who had just entered the dungeon, was carefully looking at the surrounding environment!

The weird dungeon doesn't matter what your status is, it's "fair". No matter how rich you are, you have to enter when you should!

It’s not like there are no people who spend money to buy bodyguards!

It's a pity that the world is so big, there are so many people, and the dungeons online at the same time are all five-digit numbers. No matter how much money the rich spend on the bodyguards, there is no guarantee that they will be able to enter the same dungeon as their employer.

Unless he has enough money to buy people from all over the world to be his bodyguards!

It's a pity that even if someone spends money to buy people from all over the world to be his bodyguards, those people must have that strength, right?

More than one team has been wiped out in the "Death Dungeon"! Some copies are even single-player!

Who gets in does not rely partly on strength and mostly on luck?

If you are lucky enough to randomly enter a dungeon that is a little calmer, or follow a big boss into a dungeon, that will be more stable.

If you are unlucky enough to enter a "certain death dungeon", no matter how powerful the boss is, the Mud Bodhisattva will not be able to protect himself when he crosses the river. Who has time to protect others?

Besides, everyone’s strength wasn’t that high before! After all, spiritual weapons are rare!

Of course, that doesn’t mean money is completely useless. Money can still buy a few spiritual weapons!

It's a pity that if you don't have that strength, even if you hold a spiritual weapon, you can't guarantee that you can save your life in this strange world!

Lao Song is also a human being, and he cannot escape the fate of being pulled into a strange copy.

In order to be able to monitor the situation of each copy at all times, the members of each group are sorted so that they can be divided into groups as far as possible when entering the copy.

After Lao Song came in, other team members naturally took over the outside world!

If he is unlucky, then other team members will naturally be promoted to the team leader, and a reserve staff member will be promoted as a team member.

And so on!

In fact, Lao Song was originally promoted step by step from ordinary team members, but in their large conference room, only less than half of the people who originally formed the strategy team were left!

Civilian purely mental workers, some who cannot keep up with physical strength will really find it difficult to survive in the weird dungeon, and they can't even run to win!

They are all random dungeons. Even if they want to send people to protect them, there is no way to guarantee that they can enter the same dungeon!

In the beginning, humans who knew nothing about the strange copy suffered heavy losses.

Their strategy team was established to find out more information and formulate life-saving strategies, and most of their team members did not choose to hide when entering the dungeon, but took the initiative to explore dangerous weirdness.

Although this will cause a lot of casualties, it can indeed find useful information early!

Lao Song pinched his forehead where he had a headache, and tightened his grip on the spiritual weapon in his hand - a fruit knife that could become bigger or smaller!

This is a spiritual weapon that Lao Song obtained in the previous copy! When it is minimized, it can be held in the palm of your hand, and it can be turned into a 30-meter sword at its maximum. Literally, it is really 30 meters.

As it gets bigger, it also gets heavier. No one can really wield a 30-meter sword.

Lao Song felt that this spiritual weapon was actually quite suitable for a sneak attack...

Old Song looked around and saw that this was a very clean modern simple bedroom with no blood or human traces.

Lao Song is temporarily unable to determine which copy this is with this limited information. He needs to go out and look for information!

Old Song opened the door and walked out. A young man and woman standing in the living room looked at Old Song in surprise!

The young man is handsome and handsome, but he always seems to be a little mentally depressed and seems to be over-indulging.

The girl was pure and sweet, but she was so scared that her face turned pale!

The young man asked: "Uncle, do you know where this is?"

Old Song shook his head!

The girl said: "There are only three of us here, I'm so scared!"

The boy gently held the trembling girl in his arms and said, "Don't worry, we will definitely protect you!"

Lao Song: ...we...we?

This boy doesn't forget his morals when he picks up his little sister and kidnaps this bad old man like him?

The girl lowered her head shyly and pushed the boy away and said, "Don't do this!"

The young man glanced regretfully at the empty embrace, walked slowly towards Lao Song, and said with a smile: "Uncle, although you are a bit older, we don't dislike you at all."

Old Song frowned: ...Are middle-aged people very old? Are you polite?

The young man looked at Lao Song up and down politely, and said with satisfaction: "But you still look very healthy!"

Old Song frowned and thought, at least it's healthier than the overindulgence of this impolite boy like you!

The young man smiled and asked: "Uncle, do you usually exercise?"

Lao Song nodded. Although he was a civilian, he was a civilian from the military. How could he not exercise?

"This is good, I like it!"

The young man who had already walked in front of Old Song licked his lips, opened his arms and pushed towards the door behind Old Song. His posture made Old Song feel extremely weird!

Old Song's expression was slightly subtle:...Is there something wrong?

The young man's eyes were bright and strange, and his expression was filled with inexplicable excitement. He gently leaned his head against Lao Song's face!

His slightly pale lips were slightly open, saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth, and the sound of a girl swallowing saliva could be heard from behind the boy!

At this moment, Lao Song felt that his scalp was about to explode, and all the hairs on his body stood up!

...Mom approved...

The young man's whispering like a lover came to Lao Song's ears!

"very chewy!"

Old Song's breath suffocated, what the hell?

The next moment, there was a soft popping sound, and the young man tightened his embrace, gently rested his head on the side of Lao Song's neck, and stopped moving.

Lao Song stretched out his hands to support the young man's body, looked at the approaching girl who looked inexplicably excited, and asked awkwardly: "Did he drink too much?"

"What?" The girl was slightly stunned!

"Drinking is harmful to your health!" Lao Song said earnestly: "Look, what has become of this?"

The girl was slightly stunned and said: "We don't drink, how can there be alcohol here?"

"Could it be that he sucked in fans?" Lao Song continued with a look of regret: "Oh, sucking in fans is killing me. Look at this good kid, he can't even breathe."

The girl was a little speechless. They, the zombies, were not breathing to begin with, but uncle, you still have time to feel sorry for someone who is not breathing. Is there anything wrong with this focus?

Are you stupid?

Is it stupid?

Perhaps because he understood the meaning in the girl's eyes, Lao Song finally reacted and said quickly: "Oh, I'm telling you, this has nothing to do with me, you can't rely on me!"

The girl took two quick steps in a hurry: "My friend in front of me, can you be more polite?" How long do you want to hug me and quickly bite her?

Old Song was hurriedly trying to get out of the young man's arms by pushing and clawing. He accidentally lost his footing and fell with the young man towards the girl who was already approaching.

The girl subconsciously stretched out her hand...

The next moment! There was a soft pop sound, and the girl froze, hugging the boy and sliding to the ground.

Old Song breathed a sigh of relief, smoothed back his hair, smoothed down the hair on his arms, and then looked at the small fruit knife that was as long as a toothpick in his palm!

——The one who wields the machete blatantly is a fool, so he said that this spiritual weapon is suitable for sneak attacks.