Speaking of which, there are still some similarities between game dungeons and tours.

They can all allow people to experience different scenery, different customs, different people's hearts, and even different three views, different right and wrong.

"Have you ever heard of the Game of Thorns?" Wen Ling asked.

"Of course I've heard of ......"

When the man said this, he suddenly reacted, immediately widened his eyes, and gasped.

"Shhh Could it be ...... I got into the game of thorns?! ”

At this time, probably the man finally heard the notification of the system.

He sat on the ground with his legs limp.

"Oh my God! I...... Why am I so unlucky?! I finally had a vacation and was able to travel, but I didn't expect to be pulled into the thorn game?! ”

"Woooooooooo......oo Oh my vacation! The Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day holiday lasted for a total of nine days, and I added nine days of classes, which was finally exchanged for the holiday! Is that all gone?! ”

Looking at the man sitting on the ground crying, Wen Ling twitched the corners of his mouth.

Brother, your vacation will not be gone.

But you may be gone.

"Oh my God! Is there anyone more unlucky in the world than me?! The man cried.

Wen Ling: Brother, wait a minute, when you find out that you have entered the Lost Castle of the Death Dungeon, I believe you will feel even more unlucky.

The man was crying when footsteps could be heard in the distance.

This time it was a middle-aged man with a dark face.

Although this man is not very young, he is very strong.

From his calm expression, it can be judged that he is a veteran player, and he has a lot of experience, and his fighting strength is also very strong.

The man walked over and glanced at the young man who was sitting on the ground crying.

"Newcomer?" He said, "Don't cry. There is only a difference between zero and countless times in the game of thorns. Trust me, as long as you can survive, it won't be long before you get used to it. ”

Young Men: ......

Big brother, you know how to comfort people.

"Forehead......" The young man actually hiccuped, raised a pair of watery eyes, and looked at the middle-aged man.

"The problem is, I don't want to get used to it! Not at all! ”

Probably because he had been crying for a long time, his voice sounded like that clip.

The middle-aged man twitched the corner of his mouth, "No, little brother, can you not look at people with this kind of gaze?" And your voice...... A good end is a big man, can you be normal. To make this sound, it looks very girly. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man set his eyes on Jiang Lai and the others.

"Look, there are three little girls here, and none of them are crying."

"Oops, because of this broken game, my vacation is gone! I'm so angry! The young man stood up and said through gritted teeth.

"Stop, stop!" The middle-aged man twitched the corners of his mouth and plucked out his ears, as if he wanted to deduct the sound he had just heard.

"Don't be so still! Otherwise, we haven't entered the dungeon yet, so we have to have no one first! ”

The young man's face changed in fright, and he covered his mouth, not daring to make any more sounds.

The middle-aged man no longer paid attention to the man, but walked over and said to Jiang Lai: "Hello, my name is Xiong Tianyang. ”

Then, very actively, he stretched out his big rough hand like a fan to shake hands with everyone.

"My surname is Joe. You can call me Qiao San. Wen Ling said.

"My name is Gillian." This is Wen Jiao's voice.

"My last name is here."

"My name is Yuanyuan."

The few of them were introducing themselves to each other when a weak voice suddenly came from the side.

"My name is Yu Menglin." The man with the lamb skewer in his hand said.

Xiong Tianyang: ......

No wonder you just made such a dead move, and you look like a girl when you hear the name.

Wen Ling also pursed his lips.

He felt that this Yu Menglin seemed to be quite suitable for fraud.

"Ah, by the way, do you want to eat lamb kebabs?" Yu Menglin said.

"I advise you not to eat here. Food that enters the ferry port will be contaminated with an unknown substance, making it inedible. If we really eat the food here, we will be uncomfortable for several days, and in severe cases, we will even vomit and diarrhea, which will affect our combat effectiveness after entering the dungeon. ”

Hearing this, Yu Menglin's face turned pale.

"Ah, is that so? I'm sorry, I don't know ......"

As soon as he was so nervous, his voice turned into a clip sound again, which caused Xiong Tianyang next to him to complain frequently.

The six players waited a little longer, waiting for the last two players.

One is a man in a black shirt surnamed Zhu. There is also a woman wearing a beige windbreaker and a floral dress, her name is Fan Jie, and she looks pitiful.

Soon after everyone arrived, the ferry boat came.

"Welcome aboard the unmanned ticketed ferry 1744. The destination of this ferry is the Lost Castle. Tickets will be collected for the return trip. The unwavering voice of the ferry driver resounded in the strange cabin.

After hearing the name Lost in the Ancient Castle, Xiong Tianyang, the man surnamed Zhu, and Fan Jie's faces couldn't help but change.

As for Yu Menglin, after seeing the strange ferryboat, he was scared enough.

Even when he got on the boat, he was helped up by Xiong Tianyang.

He was holding his head at the moment, covering his ears, closing his eyes tightly, and cowering beside Xiong Tianyang.

Xiong Tianyang suspected that the reason why this guy was not frightened by the four words of the castle was probably because he didn't hear it at all. Or, he doesn't usually care about anything related to the game of thorns, and he doesn't know about the situation of the Lost in the Castle dungeon at all.

About 40 minutes later, the ferry arrived at its destination.

When the players went ashore, the fog in front of them had not completely dissipated, and they didn't know what kind of scene was about to appear in front of them, when they heard a dull bell, which pierced through the white fog, drifted over, and drifted into their ears.

When the white fog clears, a tall castle appears in front of the players' eyes.

The castle seems to be a bit old.

It stands in the midst of a dense thicket.

The bushes are surrounded by a dense iron fence that encloses the entire castle.

The environment here is very desolate.

The bushes had not been pruned for a long time, and they were dense and lush, with some branches sloping out from the side, blocking everyone's view.

Inside the iron fence, there is a thick fog with no end in sight.

The fog gave a very strong sense of discomfort.

It was as if a terrible monster was inhabiting the fog, and people couldn't help but want to stay away.