Players hide in wooden huts and sit around a rising fire, hoping for the dawn to come.

The small town of Wanghaijiao is full of dangers.

From nightfall to dawn, the fact that fewer than 200 players survived speaks volumes.

The ten players who were wiped out by the Evil Girl Skirt in a few minutes were enough to speak for themselves

Don't underestimate this place because Mu Su can do whatever he wants. Except for him, no one can act recklessly in the middle of the night when the evil spirits invade, collect the evil spirits, and suppress the evil spirits.

Even personally solved an evil spirit, in the deep sea hundreds of meters from the coast.

Musu can do it, they can't.

The darkness gradually dissipated, and the hazy fog remained.

Players gather in front of the windows, revealing their small, fruit-like heads that can be picked, and peer through the mist-filled streets.

In the early morning, the time has long exceeded yesterday, and the dense fog has not yet lifted.

Anxiety is gradually rising in the hearts of players, this is the last day, and it is likely that the fog will not lift.

The uneasiness grew until they looked through the window and saw the townsfolk shouting and running with torches in hand.

After a night of silence, the townspeople of Cape looked into action.

The early morning lights and the townsfolk on the streets may be useless, but at least it takes the pressure off the players. They breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed, either going offline to solve personal problems, or having the courage to sneak out of the room and follow the townspeople for news.

A group of townsfolk in uniform sackcloth vests knocked on the door from door to door, listened calmly, and turned and walked away briskly if there was no sound in the room without looking at the window.

Soon it was the turn of the players who were hiding everywhere, and the townsfolk told them to take refuge in the dungeon.

This time, the evil spirits are menacing, and the town of Wanghaijiao has reached the juncture of opening the dungeon.

Some players choose to follow them to the dungeon, while others stay and gather at the orphanage.

They don't think it's as nice to hide in a dungeon as they think.

The sense of security that comes with being crowded and bright is false. Moreover, there are only two exits to the dungeon, and many townspeople gather to target a large number of them.

In any case, the third round will end at 0:00 tonight. Between now and before dark, they still have more than ten hours to hesitate.

Fires were raised at various intersections, and townsfolk were guarding the way to the dungeon at intervals. Players who choose to leave line up in the open space in front of the dungeon along with the townsfolk who are gradually coming together.

Whispers and conversations echoed over the clearing, and players looked around, their height limiting their vision, only that there were a lot of people around.

Following the crowd into the dungeon in a scattered manner, they heard some clues as they passed the talking guards.

The townsfolk gathered in the clearing above the dungeon were just over two thousand people. And in the dusk before early morning, the number was originally more than seven thousand.

Yellow mud hay slammed into the walls of the first floor, and torches were planted every 10 meters. The cramped dungeon rooms on either side were crowded with a dozen people.

The players follow the flow of people, scatter around the corner, and after a few minutes, come to a room where they don't know where they are.

Crying Winter, a brown-haired, long-haired boy with an evil spirit-like name. He subconsciously followed a downcast townsman into the unpacked room next to him.

He woke up from a dream and wanted to retreat. But at this moment, a middle-aged townsman by the door got up and closed the door, plugging the latch shut, leaving only the head-sized vent on the door open.

It means that the room is full.

The uneasiness that arises from being separated from the other players by the Winter of Crying gradually sweeps over the sad or indifferent faces of those sitting against the wall.

It suddenly occurred to him that choosing to come to the dungeon might not be a good thing to pay attention to.

Most of the other players do, they go with the flow and get into the same room as much as possible.

There are several players with psychosomatic memories. Those who were assigned rooms in the aisles with the crowd could not turn back, and those who wanted to leave the room were also discouraged.

Whether they are unwilling or relieved, the only thing that awaits them next is to resign themselves to fate.

……

"Now there are 133 players left, and 93 are in the dungeon."

The orphanage, the largest and most significant wooden building on the Cape, is automatically sent to orphans who have no one to take care of their loved ones when they die.

The lobby is lined with messy and dirty beds, where the children usually sleep. At this moment, thirty-four children gathered in the empty space in the middle of the lobby, standing or sitting, quietly listening to a little boy.

The NPC kids have made their way to the dungeon, leaving only a group of players who were originally here and gathered from other rooms.

"Good news, bad news." Wangwen had not changed his habit of separating good from bad, and he held up a finger and said, "The good news is that no matter which side of us suffers first, the remaining side will automatically advance to the fourth round." The bad news is that, on the cards, the situation is a little less favorable for us. ”

They had no way of knowing whether the evil spirits would attack the dungeon first or reach out to the children hiding in the orphanage.

After that, they discussed some contingency measures, such as collecting firewood, blocking windows, and planning escape routes.

"Shall we call Shang Musu?"

Halfway through the discussion, an inopportune voice rang out.

Many people's hearts are moved, and their emotions are different.

"I've already called him, and he should be rushing this way."

Not far away, the master on the bed sat up and smiled shyly: "I hope you don't blame me." ”

"No, it won't."

Wangwen nodded at him, noticing that the atmosphere was a little strange, and said, "I know that some of you have prejudices against him, but we must admit that he is the key to whether or not we can advance to the fourth round. ”

"But he can easily kill us." The fish from the deep sea yawned and said that he was a little sleepy.

"If you continue this attitude, I swear that Mu Su will find a way to kill you." The companion with his arms crossed next to him laughed at him. "Don't forget that guy has a grudge......"

"Who is holding a grudge?"

Echoes echoed in the lobby, and two figures stood outside the door.

Mu Su was on a cane, and the top was inlaid with the charred head of the Shadow of the Fire Thief, which was his trophy.

The robe was draped diagonally, half of the body was exposed, and the part of the right arm near the shoulder had a clear circle of fishing line stitches.

Sakura next to her stood half a step behind, highlighting Musu's presence.

Outside the door, a fog filled the hall, and a hazy light spilled into the lobby from around their bodies, making the two figures a little more unreal.

The man stiffened the corners of his mouth and shifted his steps to hide behind one of the players.

Mu Su, who was in a good mood, walked into the lobby on the evil spirit cane, and the players greeted him one after another, and then continued the previous topic.

After a conversation, the stranger suddenly proposed: "Why don't we let Mu Su say something, he is the key person." ”

The atmosphere was quiet.

"Hmm...... You're right. Wangwen asked Che slightly and turned to Mu Su, who was squinting slightly: "Do you have any good ideas?" ”

He bites down on the word "good" with an accent.

Makisu, who was about to propose an asymmetrical contest with the evil spirits, fell into a deep groan.