"Absolutely, I wrote so well, it's only fifty-six subscriptions, outrageous!"

Wang Ping looked at the first order data of only fifty-six on the writer's backstage on the computer, and was a little angry.

He Wang Ping, as his name suggests, has an unremarkable life.

The ordinary one goes to nine years of compulsory education, and then goes to a junior college.

After graduating, he worked as a waiter and screwed.

His girlfriend thought he was incompetent and unmotivated, so he ran away with someone.

This also made him depressed and immersed in the world of fiction.

Whenever he saw an author poisoning him, he would complain about whether the author could write a novel.

Then, when he heard that others said that writing novels was very profitable, he thought to himself that he had read novels for so many years, and he didn't have to write novels without having a hand.

Then, there is no then.

From the beginning when he couldn't hold back his fart, to the fact that he was finally able to write a book more smoothly later, he spent an unknown amount of energy.

However, after the first book hit the shelves, the first order was in the single digits, and he almost collapsed.

This second book, although much better than the first, is also devastating.

On top of that, he didn't have the money to live in a rental house and write novels wholeheartedly.

"Alas, sure enough, every industry is not easy."

Wang Ping looked at the instant noodles on the chaotic computer desk, smoked a cigarette, sighed deeply, and looked up at the ceiling in confusion.

Now, he is twenty-five years old, and he doesn't know how to live the rest of his life.

Twenty-five years old, with no savings, he is still an orphan, and there is probably no hope of getting married.

If you get sick casually, the sky is falling.

"This earth is really dung, don't play!"

Wang Ping spat out a puff of smoke rings and muttered depressedly.

"Ding, the traverser chat group invites you to join, do you want to join immediately?"

At this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Wang Ping's mind.

Then, in front of Wang Ping's eyes, a light blue virtual screen also appeared.

Above, there are 'yes' and 'no' options.

“！！！”

This made Wang Ping come back to his senses, and he couldn't help but wipe his eyes, thinking that he was hallucinating and auditory hallucinations.

However, when he wiped his eyes several times and found that the light blue screen in front of him had not disappeared, he couldn't help but get excited.

"Chat group!?"

"It turns out that I am also a winner in life with a golden finger! It's just that this golden finger is so many years late. ”

Wang Ping rubbed his hands excitedly.

Speaking of which, the protagonists of many novels are mediocre, and then they get the golden finger when they are the loneliest, and since then they have soared to the top of their lives.

He, I guess that's the case.

However, the chat group, this is a bit outdated in today's online literature industry.

Moreover, chat groups are generally group goldfingers, which are not personal.

If it's the kind of chat group with a harmonious atmosphere and mutual help, then it's beautiful.

If it's the kind of chat group with serious intrigue, it's troublesome.

"Whatever, even if it's a dark wind chat group, as long as I get up and lower my desires, it's not a big problem."

Wang Ping muttered in his heart.

The world he lives in is just an ordinary world, he relies on chat groups to make his body stronger, and then make some money and enjoy life.

That's right, even if he joins the chat group, he just wants to live a relatively rich, happy and peaceful life.

Although this is a bit unambitious, it is many times better than the previous days.

Of course, this is based on joining a chat group with a bad atmosphere, and if it is a chat group with a very good atmosphere, he will still fantasize about things like supernatural power and immortality.

With thoughts surging, Wang Ping chose 'yes'.

"Ding, congratulations on joining the Traveler chat group. The crossing will start in half an hour, so be prepared. ”

The sound of the system sounded, making Wang Ping stunned.

"Crossing? What the hell is this? ”

When Wang Ping was stunned, new news also appeared in the chat group.

"Ding, congratulations to Wang Ping, member of group No. 66, for joining the traverser chat group."

"Ding, congratulations to Chen Kang, member of group No. 67, for joining the traverser chat group."

With the emergence of these two group messages, the group became lively.

Wu Jun (20): "Hey, are there two newcomers at once?" Welcome, welcome! ”

Liu Mei (15): "Are there two more unlucky eggs?" It's pathetic. ”

Zhang Hu (5): "Silence. I don't know if these two people will survive. ”

Fang Yun (3): "It's difficult. Recently, none of the ten newcomers survived, and they were miserable. ”

...

“？？？”

Looking at the chat content in the chat group, Wang Ping was a little confused.

Hey!?

What do the members of this chat group mean by this, is it true that this group often dies?

Just as Wang Ping wanted to speak, another newcomer grabbed the talk.

Chen Kang (67): "Seniors of the traversers, what did you say about the last ten newcomers who have all died!?" This group, there shouldn't be a pit! Frightened .jpg. ”

Fang Yun: "Hehe, I understand very quickly, I know that this is a traverser chat group, so I call us traverser seniors." As you said, this group does have pits, and they are also sinkholes. ”

Chen Kang (67): "......"

Wang Ping (66): "......."

Zhang Hu (5): "By the number after the name, you can know our group ranking. Then, if you look at the list of group members, there are a few more people. ”

As soon as Zhang Hu said this, Wang Ping hurriedly looked at the group list.

Then, he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.

Group members 7/67.

A series of black avatars and names.

Doesn't this mean that only five of the sixty-five members who joined the group have survived now?

This mortality rate is ridiculously high!

For a while, Wang Pingren was numb, and panic began to breed wildly.

I thought it was Goldfinger coming, but who would have thought that it was actually a talisman.

Wang Ping (66): ".... Is it too late for me to leave the group? ”

Chen Kang (67): ".... Upstairs +1"

Liu Mei (15): "Hehe, no. Once you're in a group, there's no way back. I think you should prepare for the crossing in half an hour instead of being frightened, and then your survival rate might be a little higher. Of course, only a little. ”

Wang Ping: ".... Why? ”

Liu Mei (15): "The imaginary crossing of the people, I'm afraid it's not the soul wearing, there is a good family, no matter how bad it is, it's also a classic orphan start." ”

Chen Kang (67): "Isn't it? ”

Liu Mei: "Hehe, of course not. The real start is for this chat group to choose a world at random and throw you over. In other words, your identity is completely black. In the eyes of people in the other world, you are a black outlier in fancy clothes and even different languages, what will be the consequences, I don't need to say more. ”