"Didn't you ask him to save me, what if this thing was made?" Tang Luo said.

If you come, you will be a professional household.

Everything is the fault of Rulai, and the various blackened images of Rulai can add up to a circle around the earth.

"Heh, interesting idea, are you a monk?"

The owner of the hoarse voice looked at Tang Luo, who had already stood up, and asked.

The bald head is not necessarily a monk, but it may also be a bald man.

Tang Luo did not have a monk's ring scar on his head.

However, it is already a modern society, and it is normal for monks to have no scars, so there is this question.

"Yes."

Don Luo turned.

The owner of the hoarse voice is a really ordinary middle-aged man, not tall, not short, strong, and has a general's belly that many middle-aged men can't get rid of.

Tang Luo, who stood up, also saw the whole picture of the carriage clearly.

Compared to the original carriage, the current carriage is much shorter.

In addition to Tang Luo and the middle-aged man who spoke, there were five other people.

Three men and two women.

The oldest of them all was the middle-aged man.

The youngest is a high school boy in a school uniform with some black fluff on his mouth.

The rest were young people who looked to be in their twenties—including Tang Luo.

The conversation between Tang Luo and the middle-aged man obviously attracted the attention of the rest.

Some stood up, others probed their brains.

Everyone looked at the two of them.

The middle-aged man didn't continue to ask Tang Luo anything, but clapped his hands, shifting everyone's attention from the two of them to him alone.

"It seems that they are all newcomers, so let me briefly introduce the situation." The middle-aged man spoke.

"Killing City, Lord God Space, Reincarnation World?" Someone raised his hand and asked his own question.

The three nouns made some people show a sudden expression, and some people were even more confused.

In the era of the information explosion, there is always something that someone will understand.

Even if you don't particularly understand what's going on, at least you don't have "I don't believe anything, it's all fake!" Come out with the videographer. "My father is XX, you dare to kidnap me? "You can ask for as much as you want, send me home".

Everyone is waiting to see what happens.

In jargon - the quality of the newcomers this time is relatively high.

Facing a group of high-quality, amateur newcomers, the middle-aged man nodded and said, "Almost, to put it simply, we were selected to enter a special place and complete the task. ”

"But—"

The middle-aged man paused and said, "It's not a reincarnation world, most people prefer to call it a game of gods and demons, but we are a group of 'players', players who enter the dungeon and use their lives to complete the task." ”

"And then get bonus points and redeem them to become stronger?"

The man who had just asked the question, wearing glasses and looking like a college student, continued to ask.

As he spoke, he pushed his glasses.

It has the feeling of a calm and wise man.

Of course, the premise ignores his cute pink bear-patterned pyjamas and slippers.

The girl's heart that spews out is very sideways.

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly: "No, there are no points, only after completing the task, you will get a 'reward'." If you want to become stronger, you either get benefits in the process of completing tasks in the 'dungeon', or you can get rewards after completing tasks. At least that's what I learned. ”

He didn't mind the glasses asking questions, and was happy to explain the situation in this question-and-answer format.

It's all grasshoppers on a rope.

Providing the information he knows, so that the newcomer can enter the situation faster, this kind of effort, the middle-aged man Zhou Zhenguo does not mind doing it.

Some people may like to make a fuss about this.

But Zhou Zhenguo won't.

"What's the reward?"

"Skills are based on skills, which is why they are called 'games'." Zhou Zhenguo said.

"What about the punishment for mission failure, is it directly obliterated? Since there are no points that can be deducted. ”

"It should be, but I've heard some people say that it's not an erasure, it's a 'disappearance'."

"Disappear?"

"Yes, they just disappeared, mysteriously disappeared, because there was no way to prove whether they were really dead or not. But don't worry so much, it's not like you can't complete the task once you disappear, three to five times or so, I've had a few times I didn't complete the task, and I'm still alive and well. ”

"Okay." The man in pink and glasses nodded.

Zhou Zhenguo asked, "Are there any more questions?" I'll tell you what I know—"

As soon as the words ended, the train, which was still moving, began to slow down and stopped a few seconds later.

The only compartment door slowly opened.

The world outside the carriage was pitch black.

The lights in the car shine through the open door, illuminating less than a metre of the area.

One meter away, it's all black.

The windows were covered with a layer of dust, and it was obvious that no one could see through them to see the situation outside.

Even if there is no dust, all you see is the reflection in the carriage.

Zhou Zhenguo glanced at the dark world outside the car door, exhaled a breath and said, "Let's go, let's talk while walking." ”

After saying that, he walked directly towards the car door.

The man with glasses didn't hesitate and immediately followed.

The other two men followed, and the other two women, who should have known each other.

They were very close to each other, and they hesitated for a moment before they followed.

Just as Zhou Zhenguo took the lead in the charge and was about to leave the dirty but bright carriage, Tang Luo spoke.

"Donors, please stay."

Zhou Zhenguo stopped and turned back, frowned slightly and said, "Monk, what questions do you have?" Let's talk as we go. ”

"The donor misunderstood."

Tang Luo shook his head, put one hand on his chest, and suddenly there was a sense of calm and peace.

It makes people feel good and willing to listen to him.

After all, he is also a person who has been crowned a Buddha, and it is also a Buddha to defeat the Buddha, okay?

"The poor monk is called Xuanzang."

Tang Luo said, "It is a descendant of Buddhism, and he knows a little about the art of subduing demons and eliminating demons, if a few donors are in danger, they can go to the poor monks, and the poor monks can protect you." ”

In Tang Luo's eyes, these people are not just players who take their lives to complete tasks.

It is also a "walking merit" with a bad omen on his face and a death omen star on his head.

Since it's a time to "play" with your life, there will naturally be times when you can get out of it.

Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

It is precisely when merit is needed to heal wounds, and this sudden style of painting just meets Tang Luo's needs.

It's basically a pillow when you're sleepy.

Fate is wonderful.

"Really?" After listening to Tang Luo's words, everyone couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, and they didn't know what expression to make.

Xuanzang?

Why don't you say that you are a Dharma practitioner?

"Monks don't speak." Tang Luo is telling the truth.

"Master, do you know how to do light work?"

The man with glasses suddenly asked, with a bit of ridicule.

"No, it won't."

Tang Luo shook his head.

It's not a pretending to be a "supernatural method that doesn't know how to do light work, but it will be more powerful than light work".

But it really won't.

He is a very, very partial monk, and he takes the path of "breaking ten thousand laws with one force".

What kind of mystical methods, supernatural powers, all not.

When there is a need, it is all assisted by the merit jade lotus.

“…… I don't think so. The man in glasses laughed dryly.

Everyone also turned back one after another, intending to leave the carriage.

Tang Luo didn't care if everyone believed each other or not.

Just make that impression in their minds.

At a critical juncture, they will naturally grab this last straw.

At that time, Tang Luo will save people.

If he really didn't believe it at all, Tang Luo didn't force it.

As a Buddha, how can you not be a Buddha?

Zhou Zhenguo took the lead in walking out of the carriage, Tang Luo was the last to walk out, and the moment he came out, his eyes changed slightly.

The vitality here is much richer than that of the earth.

It helped him recover from his injuries.

A group of people whispered while exploring everything around them.

Beyond the carriage, there is an abandoned subway platform, which is very cramped.

It's almost like a cage wrapping around the carriage.

It is worth mentioning that the carriage Tang Luo and the others are sitting in is really a carriage, without the front and rear of the car.

The track that came from it had disappeared when it went out, and all that was seen was a wall.

The only way out was a sealed openwork iron gate on the platform.

The iron gate is followed by an upward staircase.

It's dark, but the gusts of wind come from nowhere, giving people goosebumps.

After adapting to the darkness and barely being able to see, Zhou Zhenguo reached out and groped on the iron door and pulled it twice.

"Stand back." Unable to open the iron door, he spoke, motioning for the group gathered behind him to step away a certain distance.

Then, with a kick, a loud bang echoed through the platform.

Zhou Zhenguo snorted and squatted down.

"What's wrong, Uncle Zhou?" The man with glasses asked.

Just now, everyone has passed the basic information such as name, occupation, etc.

However, Zhou Zhenguo also suggested that you don't need to report your real name, just give a code name or something.

He called himself Lao Zhou.

Everyone respectfully called him Uncle Zhou, after all, this is a thigh to hug tightly.

Others did the same, and took out surnames that they didn't know were true or false.

All kinds of small X, like the company coming out for team building.

"It's okay, I kicked my toes...... "Zhou Zhenguo said on his thighs.

“……”

Let's be self-reliant, it's better to rely on yourself than to rely on heaven and earth.

Although he kicked his toes, Zhou Zhenguo's kick still had an effect.

The iron door was quickly opened, and the group walked up the steps.

The air that used to be turbid has also become a little fresher.

After a while, a little light appeared in front of me, and then there was another iron door.

This time, Zhou Zhenguo found the right position, stepped down to the iron door and fell in response.

The group came to a small room smaller than the underground station, with stone walls on both sides.

There was only a passage in the middle that barely allowed two people to stand side by side.

Moonlight streamed into the room through the half-open door at the other end of the passage.

"It's a burial chamber!" Someone recognized the room style.

It is a Western-style burial chamber.

It's the kind of little house that resembles a coffin,

The "stone walls" on both sides of the passage are actually "coffins", and usually the names and times of birth and death are engraved on them.

Some will also have brief biographies.

No one likes to stay in the tomb, and everyone hastened to leave.

And Tang Luo, who walked at the end, had just stepped out of the tomb.

A gust of wind came out of nowhere, causing the door behind him to slam shut.

At the same time, the half-hidden moon in the sky was completely covered by dark clouds blown by the wind.

The moonlight, which was still bright, disappeared, and for a moment, it was pitch black in front of everyone's eyes.

Tang Luo turned his head to look at the burial chamber behind him, a strange and thoughtful expression on his face.

Soon the color of the ancient well was restored without waves.