Global Apocalypse: Awakening the Soul-Swallowing Talent at the Beginning.

"Uh... That's fine too."

Pan Xiaoxiao nodded in response.

Because if you just want to take a look at the caravan camp, the time for the round trip is definitely enough.

But there is one small detail that needs attention.

“When you leave the beach, remember to count your steps.”

“Never take less than 100 steps and never take more than 150 steps.”

"Eh... do I still need to count my steps? It feels very close, the caravan should be visible not far away..."

Alyssa asked in a silly way.

Just as Lu Li was about to explain, Qian Tongdan spoke up first:

"After all, it is clearly stated in the rules. If you don't follow them, something might go wrong, so it's better to count silently."

“Oh…” Alyssa nodded as if she understood.

As a Palu who has been labeled a slave since birth, she has no right to use any secret realm entrance tickets on her home planet.

Not to mention the entrance tickets to the rule secret realm, which are generally more difficult to pass.

After all, in the eyes of most sentient beings, the Palu people are nothing more than "production tools" with low IQ.

Let the 'tools of production' go through customs rules weird talk?

What’s the difference between that and using the secret realm admission ticket as firewood!

Even Alyssa herself thinks so.

Only if she meets a good master like Lu Li, who is one in a million, will he take her to explore the secret realm together.

After analyzing the rules, the other players also made their judgments.

Five more people joined the caravan.

The remaining ten people chose to stay where they were, familiarizing themselves with the beach terrain, and quietly waited for the sun to set...

The vegetation on the edge of the beach is not very dense.

There were only some leaning trees and sparse bushes.

However, there was thick fog, which greatly hindered the players' vision.

After going dozens of steps deep, visibility is only one or two meters.

The blocked view made the players subconsciously move closer to each other. There were two timid female players who even held hands fearfully.

There was not much fear on the faces of the five Indians. Instead, they took advantage of this opportunity to get closer to Pan Xiaoxiao and the others.

He was rubbing against me, trying to take advantage of me.

"Oh, the fog is so thick that I can hardly see the road under my feet..." Lambier deliberately complained loudly, and quietly stretched out a dirty hand, pretending to grab the girl's butt in front of him.

Li Luo had already noticed this, and with a flash of green light in his palm, he was ready to take action at any time.

But before she could exert any force, her wrist was grasped by a stronger hand.

Lu Li looked straight ahead and calmly dragged Qian Tongdan behind Li Luo.

Ranbir was wondering where the bone-chilling coldness came from, but the next second his palm was pressed on his butt as expected.

Success!

Just as he was enjoying it and was about to use his five fingers to rub it hard.

Suddenly, I heard a question:

"How does it feel? Seventy-eight."

The next second, the soft feeling in my palm suddenly began to feel a little strange.

It doesn't seem to feel like a young girl's butt.

Ranbir lowered his head in surprise, and met Qian Tongtan's dead eyes without any surprise:

"I know I have a sexy ass. Eighty-four."

"But please resist the urge. I'm not interested in men. Eighty-six."

"Um... it's not what you think..." Ranbir's face turned green, and he explained incoherently:

"It was because of the thick fog that I accidentally touched the wrong place..."

"Really? Then you have to follow your teammates closely. Ninety-one." Qian Tongdan said indifferently.

Ranbir was annoyed by the inexplicable count that followed every sentence.

"None of your business, uh...what are you counting?"

"Nothing, ninety-eight." Qian Tongdan continued counting as usual.

Every two steps, he would say:

"Just a little personal quirk. One hundred."

"I like to mumble something when I walk. One hundred and two."

"For example, [Prophecy], the target count in front of me is confused. Forty-eight!"

It was a whisper that only Ranbir could hear.

But at this moment it was like a heavy hammer, hitting his unguarded cognition hard.

The steps I had memorized in my mind were instantly confused.

From one hundred and four steps, it became forty-eight steps.

"What are you mumbling about? Count carefully." Amir and others hadn't reacted yet, but they vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"What? We're here!" Qian Tongdan's hoarse voice suddenly rose an octave, and he pointed ahead in an exaggerated motion:

"Look, the Goodman Caravan!"

All the players looked up and found that there were indeed three gorgeous carriages in front of them.

Walking around, you can see more carriages hidden in the thick fog, vaguely forming a convoy.

Just as Qian Tong made a sound, the kerosene lamp hanging on the carriage suddenly lit up.

The warm and gentle light dispelled the fog, and everyone felt a sense of security.

but,

There is one exception.

Ranbir looked terrified, as if he had suddenly gone blind, and ignored the caravan in front of him.

He fumbled around with his hands, as if he had lost his way in the fog:

“Amir?”

"Gawara?!"

"Where are the people? Where have they gone?!"

"Ranbir! What's wrong with you? We are all here!" Amir took two steps forward and wanted to grab Ranbir's hands that were fumbling around to calm him down.

Unexpectedly, I ended up with nothing.

Aamir's palm went straight through Ranbir's body.

Just like before, when the players passed through layers of thick fog.

The player who was a physical entity just a second ago suddenly turned into a piece of "mist" without any warning.

Ranbir seemed to still hear his companion's voice, and the panic on his face faded a little:

"Amir, I can't see you guys anymore, wait for me."

After saying that, he strode forward and ran straight into Li Luo.

The girl had already noticed something was wrong and stood still without moving.

Just let this 'mist' of Ranbir pass through her.

"Don't go any further! We've already arrived, the caravan is right in front of us!"

Gawara yelled.

"Already there? That's impossible. Where are you? I haven't even taken a hundred steps yet..." Lanbildon stopped and looked around when he was less than a hand's distance away from Pan Xiaoxiao.

Just by stretching out your hand slightly, you can touch the softness of the woman's chest.

But Ranbir could never touch it.

"How many steps have you taken now?" Amir realized that something was wrong and asked quickly.

"Forty-eight... Oh, no, that's not right. I just took six more steps. It should be fifty-four now. It's fifty-four!" Lambier tried his best to stay calm.

But the fear was like a white mist that surrounded him and would not dissipate for a long time.

"How could you only walk fifty-four steps?! We have already seen the caravan, you must have walked at least a hundred steps!" Gawara also began to worry about his companions.

"Hurry and look around, the caravan has appeared!" Akshay shouted.

Even Shah Rukh, who was the slowest to react, realized at this moment:

"Uh...if you continue to walk down, once you exceed 150 steps, you will be lost in the secret realm forever..."

It was this last sentence that irritated Ranbir.

This Indian player finally collapsed, his face distorted with extreme fear:

"No, no! You are not my teammates. These voices must be trying to deceive me!"

"I have walked fifty-four steps. I only need to walk another forty-six steps to reach the caravan..."

"Yes, that's it!"

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