Yue Zhaoxi returned to the room, this week really exhausted him, but Yue Zhaoxi also felt that his ability had indeed increased, both in terms of physical fitness and understanding of the world of the script.

After using his brain for a day today, he was so tired that he was dizzy, and Yue Chaoxi fell asleep the moment he just touched the bed.

Strange Rules: The Lost Traveler

[Eight players have been matched.] 】

[S-class, death type.] 】

[Teleport countdown: 5,4,3,2,1.] 】

……

"Yue Zhaoxi! Yue Zhaoxi! Why is he still sleeping? It can't be dead, right? ”

There was a burst of women's voices, and the voice was as good as a lark, constantly shaking Yue Chaoxi.

Yue Chaoxi woke up in a daze, and his whole body was blinded.

"It's morning?"

Yue Zhaoxi found that the morning sun was shining on his face, and asked unconsciously.

When I opened my eyes and looked at it again, I was in good spirits!

Yue Zhaoxi actually slept on the seat of a small bus!

In addition to him, there were seven other people.

They are all players in the official training camp.

"What's going on?"

Yue Chaoxi exclaimed.

Everyone is flustered now, and the only one who is calm is Song Haoran.

"Don't panic, everyone, we're in the script."

Song Haoran looked at his phone and said, but at this time his brows were tightly locked.

"Script? Is Lao Tzu still sleeping? Li Zhi can't be so perverted. ”

Zhang Dake scolded and said.

"Instructor Li wouldn't do such a thing, although he is still greasy."

The person who complained was Hu Mei, both of them were from the Songhai branch, and they were most familiar with Li Zhiren.

"If you enter the script, you will enter the script, you have to fight anyway, this ......, huh?"

The person who spoke was dark and thin, it was Lei Yuchen, and when he read the synopsis of the script, his expression was obviously nervous.

Others looked at their mobile apps, and the script information on them read:

[Script: "Strange Rules: The Lost Traveler"]

[S-class, death type]

[Introduction: A group of tourists came to the closed mountain, they don't know whether they are alive or dead, they dare to offend the mountain gods, only the wise can find the truth, only the pious can be sheltered, only the brave can find a way out, only the honest can get help, the foolish, the unbeliever, the cowardly, the deceitful, they all deserve to die! 】

[Script time: 00:00:00]

"Is this script like this? How did I hear that the script should be called The Lost Traveler, a B-grade reward and punishment script. ”

Hu Jingyi said incredulously.

Yue Zhaoxi didn't know which script it should be, but he knew how difficult it was to have an S-level death-type script, and the experience of the Golden Number made him unforgettable.

"And this time? Is this an infinite amount of time? ”

Shu Hua asked, he couldn't believe the above content.

"It's over, do you know how hard it is for an S-Class death-type script? The mortality rate is 80%! This is still a script at the level 3 Yao Light Realm, maybe at the level 4 Kaiyang Realm. I've never played an S-class script, I don't want to play this script, I don't want to die! ”

Hu Mei said and had a nervous breakdown.

An atmosphere of horror and sadness permeated the eight of them at once.

Yue Chaoxi was shocked in his heart, if the atmosphere of despair spread here, then these people would really die.

Yue Zhaoxi looked around, where he was now, the last row of a minibus, the minibus was dilapidated, and the rusty traces were like creepers, on the inner wall of the car, some players had already confirmed that this minibus could not be started at all, as if it had been scrapped here a long time ago.

Through the window, the location of the minibus is in a clearing in the dense forest, and a mountain can be seen not far away, and a building on the top of the hill can be vaguely seen, which seems to be a temple.

At this time, the eight of them were in the minibus, and the oppressive atmosphere was breathless, and some female players had begun to sobb silently.

Yue Zhaoxi shook his head and came up with a way to boost morale.

"Don't worry, everyone, some of us have cleared the S-class death script."

Yue Zhaoxi was the first to break the silence, everyone looked at Yue Zhaoxi together, and then followed Yue Zhaoxi's gaze to the front of the minibus.

The person Yue Chaoxi was referring to was not himself, but Song Haoran.

"That's right. Deacon Song's first pass script is the golden number, which can also be a Level 3 Yaoguang Realm S-level death script. ”

Shu Hua suddenly realized.

"Yes, I've seen the announcement on the official internal forums."

"With Deacon Song here, we must have a chance."

"Now that it's in the script, we should unite and listen to Deacon Song's command."

Lei Yuchen, Hu Jingyi and Wan Qiqin agreed, and the atmosphere of terror and despair disappeared.

Yue Zhaoxi's method really worked, he looked at Song Haoran with a wicked smile, the best way now is to find a bird, although he has two S-level death-type scripts to clear the customs, but in comparison, Song Haoran's is more suitable, and his official deacon status is more convincing.

On the other hand, it feels so cool to push the nerd to the cusp, Yue Chaoxi just wanted to see Song Haoran's helpless expression.

I saw that Song Haoran saw through Yue Chaoxi's plan at a glance, and glanced at Yue Zhaoxi with resentment, now he is indeed the best way to be the captain.

Song Haoran sighed secretly, looked around at everyone and said:

"Now we have entered the script that we didn't expect, and the difficulty of the script is S-level death, and your colleagues may not have experience in S-level scripts, but Yue Chaoxi and I passed the Golden Script for the first time. In my experience, the scripts that you enter as a team will not be confrontational scripts, but will generally be the type of work together to complete tasks. As long as we are united, it is not difficult to get through the S-class script. ”

Song Haoran's speech was encouraging, but Song Haoran added:

"Besides, he can clear the S-level script as a civilian player, how can we, as the elite of the official players, retreat?"

Song Haoran's words lit a fire again after calming his fear of difficulties. One by one, the official players were gearing up and eager to try, and some people even glanced back at Yue Zhaoxi, their eyes full of unconvinced fighting spirit.

Yue Zhaoxi was stunned for a moment, and scolded in his heart, Song Haoran, a nerd, has learned badly, he is not like this, is it a problem between himself and the profiteer Cheng Yuxiang? Song Haoran actually used himself to motivate official players?

"It turns out that he has cleared the S-level script, no wonder he came to the official training camp."

"If you see that he can defeat Zhang Dake, you know that he must have hidden something, we can't lose the official people and let the private players look down on them."

Yue Zhaoxi heard the official player whispering, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and now he was the target of everyone.

This wave of hatred pulls full marks.

Song Haoran was satisfied when he saw Yue Chaoxi deflated, and he was the first to get out of the minibus.

When Song Haoran stepped on the ground.

Bite.

Everyone's phones rang with a cold system beep.