Of course, this was a joke.
Wang Quan had also told Miss An that those people did not deserve to die.
At most, they were just using him as a tool. Wasn't he the same?
That gambler had a foul mouth. When the time came, he would just mess with his mentality and be done with it.
After all, Wang Quan was a 27-year-old adult who had been beaten up by society for five to six years in a peaceful era. How could this be considered a problem?
However, it was better to scare these people and get them to help him investigate the situation in this world and find a way to help him find a way home.
The group of seven groped around and quietly peeked their heads out.
There was no one outside.
There were no lights in the corridor. There seemed to be no moon outside, so there was no light in the corridor.
Feng Lang and the others looked at each other, but no one dared to go first.
How should they put it …
If you clearly put danger like a monster in front of them, they would not be so scared.
The problem now was that you clearly knew that it was dangerous here, but you could not see it …
Then you would imagine it, and the more you imagined it, the more afraid you were.
It was commonly known as scaring yourself.
It was like going home at night, going up the stairs or going out the door. You would always feel that someone was following you, but you did not dare to look back.
Therefore, you would change from a slow walk to a brisk walk, then to a trot, and finally run as fast as you could back home.
That was the logic.
"Brother Feng, what should we do?"
Hearing Forget Chuan's question, Feng Lang's expression changed.
The gambler next to him sneered, "This is a mission world. Do you want to sacrifice yourself for the mission target? We are 'Hell's Walker'. You have things you want to achieve, right? Moreover, Wang Quan is an important mission character. Under normal circumstances, he will not die. "
Feng Lang sighed. "Yes, you're right. Staying alive is the most important thing."
Wang Quan was listening with relish, but as he listened … he suddenly had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the next moment, Feng Lang turned around with a sincere expression, "Ah Quan, we are not as familiar with the An Residence as you are. Can you bring us to explore it?"
Well, he really wants me to be the vanguard … Wang Quan thought disdainfully.
Pondering for a few seconds, he quickly recalled what the NPCs did when he played World of Warcraft ten years ago.
For example, in the Burning Crusade, the Black God Temple and the Sunwell, a group of NPCs would just slack off and then jump out to snatch the credit.
There was also Tirion Fordring from the Wrath of the Lich King. He pretended to be frozen and played dead as soon as the fight started. When the players reduced Arthis's HP to 10%, he broke through the ice and slashed Frostmourne in Arthis's hand. He even wanted to steal the helmet!
Wang Quan began to think.
What was to be done?
Should he just lie on the ground and pretend to be dead and say that he ate something bad?
That would be too fake, and he might even expose himself.
That's it!
His expression was still as anxious as before. "Ah? You're going back to sleep? Didn't we agree to investigate on the second floor? "
Feng Lang: "…"
He glanced at his peers and scratched his head in confusion.
Could it be that the way he spoke was wrong? Was this sentence out of the scope of the dungeon world?
The gambler stepped forward and said with a smile, "Old Wang, stop fooling around. We just don't know the way. You lead the way."
"Go back? No! We must investigate today! I can't sleep if I don't clear Wanying's name! "
Wang Quan's expression was upright and reliable, and his eyes were firm and decisive.
It was the kind of expression that could be used in a language exam to write a long reading comprehension.
A fierce look flashed in the gambler's eyes. He suppressed his impatience and tried to speak as gently as possible. "Old Wang, stop fooling around. We didn't say we're going back to sleep at all. We just want to follow you to the second floor to investigate."
Wang Quan still shook his head. "You don't want to go to the second floor? Afraid? The first floor is fine too. I remember that the butler lives on the first floor. "
The gambler: "…"
"Pfft …"
He looked back fiercely and found that his four companions were frowning except for River of Forgetfulness. Only River of Forgetfulness was laughing.
"What are you laughing at?"
"He probably thought of something funny."
It was Wang Quan who answered. "Are you going to investigate or not? If you're not going, I'll go alone. "
The gambler cursed. "You motherf * cker …"
Wang Quan's face darkened. "Are you barking again?"
The gambler subconsciously wanted to take out his gun.
Wang Quan laughed and took out the black M1911A1. "You're talking as if I don't have a gun. Biabiabia ~ biabiabia ~"
The gambler: "…"
He was so angry!
He was even forced to give this gun to this bastard!
But he dared not do anything.
Who knew if he could kill Wang Quan? Even if he could, what if the mission difficulty increased?
Aggrieved! So damn aggrieved!
"Alright, alright." Feng Lang stepped forward to smooth things over. "We're all on the same side. I know your family has some … history, but now is not the time for internal strife."
He turned back and said, "Ah Quan, you don't want Miss An to continue being wronged by others, right?"
Wang Quan put away his gun. "Let's go. Don't waste time. It'll be dawn if we wait any longer."
"Okay, okay. I'm coming."
Feng Lang gave the gambler a warning look.
The advisor and the other two also looked at the gambler coldly.
"Tsk." The gambler cursed and retreated to the back. "I'll bring up the rear."
He really didn't want to talk to this bastard anymore.
Who knew what kind of bullsh * t background "Hell" had arranged for him! He felt that this Wang Quan had been targeting him!
Could it be that he wanted to marry his sister in this world to someone else as a concubine?
He didn't even know what his sister looked like!
Seeing the gambler retreat, Feng Lang was also relieved.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, he took the lead and walked in front, followed by Dog Butcher, Wang Quan and Forget Chuan in the middle, Liu Ying and the advisor stood on the left and right, and the gambler brought up the rear.
The seven of them walked slowly in a formation.
After passing through the guest room corridor, they arrived at the hall, which was empty.
Then they carefully passed through another door in the hall and headed toward the servant's dormitory area.
The layout here was similar to the guest room, but instead of eight rooms, there were six.
Feng Lang walked at the front. With a big stride, he quietly leaned against the door of the first room, then gave Dog Butcher a look.
Dog Butcher leaned on the other side of the door, unlocked the safety of the AK-74U in his hand, and nodded at Feng Lang.
Then, holding the gun in her left hand, she gently pushed the door with her right hand.
The door was locked.
Seeing this, Feng Lang immediately went around her and began to guard the depths of the corridor.
Dog Butcher continued to point the gun at the door of the first room. Then, the advisor and Liu Ying surrounded Wang Quan and Forget Chuan with their VECTOR submachine guns in their hands. The two of them quickly passed through the first room and stopped behind Feng Lang.
Wang Quan raised his eyebrows imperceptibly. These guys … are quite professional.
At least it looks like it.
Will Miss An's plan really succeed?
As if sensing his worry, Miss An's soft voice rang in his ear. "Mr. Wang, don't worry. After you enter, just follow the original plan. But don't be scared."
Wang Quan was relieved.
This was his plan, and Miss An would cooperate with him.
According to the plan, he would pretend to be an expert to scare this group of people so that they would continue to kneel and lick his boots.
Moreover, he could also scare them at the same time to get back at them for using him as a tool.
After that, they did not speak. They only communicated with hand gestures, but Wang Quan did not understand them at all.
In any case, he just followed them. After all, he knew that the real "surprise" was in the last room.
Coincidentally, the doors of the first five rooms were all locked. When they reached the last room, Wang Quan was about to act cool when he suddenly saw Feng Lang and the others. All of them were stunned.
He raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Feng Lang and the others looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
[Gambler is dead.]
The few of them turned around abruptly, only to find that Gambler was no longer behind them.
Only the six of them were left.
…
A few minutes ago —
The moment he entered the corridor of the servants' area, Gambler felt his vision blur. The six people in front of him had all disappeared!
His expression changed, and he quickly raised the M4A1 in his hand to be on guard.
"Feng Lang?"
He called out softly, but no one responded.
While raising his gun, he retreated, wanting to leave the servants' area.
However, the cold and stiff feeling behind him made his expression change.
He raised his hand and touched it. It was a wall behind him.
Gritting his teeth, Gambler took out a night vision goggles out of nowhere and put them on. His vision changed from pitch black to green.
But at least he could see the road clearly.
He carefully looked around.
It was a corridor.
There were no windows, but there were symmetrically arranged doors on both sides. They looked like they were made of mahogany, and there were three doors on each side.
At the end of the corridor, there seemed to be something there, but the night vision goggles only showed a blur. He could not see it clearly.
He lightly knocked on the wall behind him. Judging from the sound, it was obviously solid.
Unless he used a bomb, it was probably impossible to get out from the back.
But he did not dare.
He crouched down and carefully walked forward. At the same time, he tried to open the doors on both sides.
In the end, he opened the first door.
After opening it, he slid in and raised the rifle in his hand at the same time.
His footsteps paused — there was no furniture in the room, but there was a person lying on the ground in front of him.
He carefully walked over. While being on guard, he kicked the person and turned him over.
When the person was turned over, his expression changed.
The area from the person's chest to the abdomen … was empty!
The ribs were exposed, but the muscles, fat, nerves, and organs inside … were all gone! He could see the spine at a glance!
What made Gambler break out in a cold sweat was the person's face!
Where the eyes should have been, there were only two black holes left. It was Feng Lang!
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