Some of the horror players gathered outside the tower gradually lost some of their patience because it had taken too long.
They turned around to do their own things. Only a few of them were still waiting for the horror players inside to come out as if they were watching a show.
Liang Dafei was one of them. He had just returned from the previous horror world.
There was a long period of time to rest.
He had also just advanced to the level seven category of advanced players.
He, who thought that his eyesight had surpassed the average horror player, did not like this new player's personal shop very much.
The reason was because there was some imbalance in his heart.
He could not afford it, and he did not have the foundation to open a player's shop.
A player's shop was not something that could be opened just because one wanted to. One had to have the confidence to earn back the cost.
And how to earn horror points so that players would be willing to buy and trade.
This was another way to do it.
Even if it was the most convenient and easiest firearms store, it would still require a large amount of energy to maintain.
Other than the channel to purchase goods, there was also the reasonable price.
The channel was very important, which meant that there was an endless supply of goods.
Normally, a shop would be opened by several high-level players or top-tier players.
They all knew each other, or they could trust each other's friends, teammates, and so on.
The difference between the upper level players and the lower level players in horror games was very big.
Whether it was the environmental atmosphere or the way the horror players interacted with each other.
They were not so resistant and afraid of horror games.
They could deal with it calmly and had a high chance of survival.
Even if they died, they could be revived.
When they reached level seven, they could use a large number of horror points to buy the revival of horror from the horror system.
20 million horror points could be bought once.
Liang Dafei was so far behind that he did not even dare to think about buying it.
It was too expensive.
However, it was still very popular. Everyone wanted to have an extra life …
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There was friendship between the strong, so the upper level players could cooperate and form teams or some player organizations.
Liang Dafei looked at the towering tower with a gloomy gaze. The meaning was very complicated.
He did not have any players to cooperate with, nor did he have any friends worth mentioning.
Even when he had advanced to the level of advanced players, there were no organizations or teams that extended an olive branch to him.
He was very unwilling. Why did they look down on him?
Why did they think that he did not have much potential?
They said that he had advanced to the level of advanced players by luck …
Liang Dafei clenched his fists tightly.
What right did she have to say that about him? Every time he was in a horror game, he would risk his life to fight, snatch, and survive.
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There were three levels in the Player Space. Once a player reached the Advanced Level, they would have the right to return to the first two levels.
The number of players who opened a shop was determined by the level of the corresponding Thriller player.
Generally speaking, top players wouldn't appear on the first floor, and their shops wouldn't go down to the first floor.
He didn't think that those low-level horror players could afford it.
There were very few shops on the first floor. They were all opened by powerful high-level players, or they were all collaborations.
Liang Dafei had never entered the second level, and no team or organization had ever invited him.
Even when he took the initiative to ask and was eager to join, he was rejected.
He no longer wanted to enter the second level …
The two looked like newbies who had just become Thriller Players, and they were also looking at the tower. They had just experienced the birth of the Thriller Experiment Center.
He had been looking at the tower all this time and had some thoughts in his mind.
They approached Liang Dafei with fawning expressions on their faces.
One of them said with a smile, "Senior, I don't know …"
However, before he could finish his words, a sudden burst of killing intent suppressed his entire body.
"Scram."
Liang Dafei said in a cold tone.
He was about 38 years old. His hair was a little white, and there were some wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were very sharp.
The newbie Thriller Player was instantly terrified and sat on the ground.
When the other newbie saw this, his heart skipped a beat and he took a few steps back.
Liang Dafei sneered and said, "I know what you're thinking and what you're thinking, but why should I interact with you two people who can't even guarantee your survival? Do you have the right to ask for my help …"
His eyes were cold and filled with disdain. He looked down on them. Players who had not gone through the Thriller Game's Despair Torture were just trash.
The two newbie Thriller Players' faces instantly turned ugly, and their fists were tightly clenched.
One of the newbie Thriller Players lowered his head slightly. His eyes darkened, and his heart was filled with unwillingness.
The surrounding Thriller Game players were watching the show, and there was no lack of mockery in their eyes.
Liang Dafei frowned and felt uncomfortable. He said coldly, "Why aren't you scramming? Looks like the two of you still don't know what trash you are."
One of the Thriller Game players lowered his head and stood there silently. The other one ran away in fear.
That cold murderous intent and the strength of a high-level player were not something a newbie who had just entered the Thriller Game could deal with.
The remaining Thriller Game player raised his head and looked at Liang Dafei. His eyes were fierce, and he looked like a stubborn wolf cub.
Then, he turned around and walked toward the Thriller Experiment Center.
Liang Dafei looked at the newbie's eyes and narrowed his eyes.
An unbearable anger rose in his heart, and he wanted to tear this guy into pieces.
But he still smiled coldly as he watched the newbie walk into the Thriller Experiment Center.
Young people always had unrealistic dreams and so-called backbone.
If he had been a little more humble, if he had begged for more, if he had been a little more humble, if he had been a dog,
Perhaps he would give these two pieces of trash a little something. Who knows?
The chances of them going through the official Thriller Game would be much higher.
As for entering this inexplicable experimental center, what was the point?
Even if the shop had something, it was not something a newbie could afford.
Liang Dafei understood that. He had once hoped for a shop, but it was too difficult for him to do it alone.
He also couldn't find any channels to sell it.
As for the stall business in the square, it was better than nothing. It was not a fixed scale, and it depended on luck.
Or rather, if it was something from the stall outside, there was no need to enter the shop.
Only the items that were truly unique and rare to the players on the street were considered channels in the true sense of the word.
As for the hostility toward him, he did not care.
The strong did not care about the performance of the weak. Whether it was good or bad, it was dispensable.
There were plenty of weaklings in the Thriller Space.
He might die from the Thriller Game next time.
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