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As the rain pattered outside the window, some vague gray mist soon appeared in the quiet room.

They floated around the room, condensing into a human shape at a speed visible to the naked eye. The misty human shape floated to the young man's bed and sat down, condensing into a pair of hands that gently covered the young man's ears.

Because of Heiwu's movements, He Ziyun's frowning eyebrows relaxed slightly in his sleep.

He rubbed his pillow, seemed to murmur a few words, and fell into a deep sleep.

After the young man fell asleep again, the part of the black mist that looked like his head drooped slightly, as if there were a pair of eyes watching the sleeping young man with a distant and lingering gaze.

"almost."

The black mist possessed it, and it slowly approached the young man on the bed. From a distance, it seemed as if it was going to devour the young man entirely, leaving no trace behind.

"We will meet soon."

"Yunyun."

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The heat in midsummer in the main city is unbearable, but today it is rarely cloudy. Clusters of clouds surround the scorching sun, taking away half of the heat.

He Ziyun got off the car and walked into the Miracle Building. He looked up at the sun hidden in the clouds and felt something was wrong.

In the past, in the main city, in the middle of summer, the scorching heat could almost bake people to death, and the sustained high temperature could even last up to four months.

And this year, it’s only about three months, even if you give it a try...

With the sound of Qi Yue driving away, He Ziyun looked back at the street behind him.

The streets that should have been deserted are now full of people. They gather together, as if discussing something in a low voice, but most people will huddle at the corner of the Miracle building, dressed in ragged clothes. , complexion dark.

These people are the bottom people who can no longer survive in the main city and look forward to entering the live broadcast room every day.

After all, they still have a chance of survival after entering the live broadcast room. As long as they come out alive once, the money exchanged for the popularity points can allow them to spend more than half a year comfortably. Instead of dying in the corner, they might as well fight for the "miracle" with their lives.

But no one knows the selection criteria for "Miracle".

So they can only try it around the "Miracles" building.

He Ziyun looked at those people, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he walked into the building. In just a few dozen seconds, the figures huddled on the ground disappeared from his sight.

Also shut out all those envious, expectant, and begging eyes.

There were quite a few anchors coming and going along the way. Most of them were chatting and laughing. The remaining novice anchors looked at the place in the center of the hall where flesh and blood were covered with corpses. Their eyes were trembling, but they would eventually calm down.

"Miracles" are killing people every day and giving birth to new life every day.

After all, if there were no "miracles" and the human species had multiplied, it would probably have been reduced to ashes by natural disasters.

"Don't pull me! I don't want to go in, why did you choose me? There are really ghosts in there!"

"Stop howling, come in when you have to, otherwise you will die if you don't come in when the time comes. Don't blame us for not reminding you."

"..."

On the steps not far away, a man fell to the ground with tears streaming down his face. The people next to him couldn't pull him up for a long time.

Just when they were about to give up, a man suddenly appeared in mid-air in the empty hall. Before he could speak, his whole body was torn apart by an invisible force, and the flesh and blood splashed all over the crying man.

The man froze in place, his breath filled with the pungent smell of blood, which made him retching.

The person pulling him next to him wiped the blood from his face, his face calm and numb:

"See, it's like this."

"If you go in, there is still hope of living, but if you don't go in, you will definitely die."

"..."

The anchors passing by just glanced at what happened on the steps casually, as if they were watching a farce, without even thinking about stopping.

Everyone is busy and everyone wants to live.

He Ziyun walked past the crying man, glanced at the corpse that fell to the ground, and walked towards his live broadcast room.

"Good luck to you."

The familiar receptionist stood by the door and bowed slightly to him, speaking softly.

"Are you going to enter the dungeon now?"

He Ziyun opened the door and said, "Yes."

Receptionist: "Do you need water and food?"

He Ziyun shook his head slightly: "No, thank you."

"Okay," the receptionist kept in mind the young man's habit of not liking others to follow him, lowered his head and said:

"Then I'll leave now. If you need anything, just ring the bell."

After receiving the young man's response, the receptionist thoughtfully closed the door, leaving the other party with a quiet environment.

After the door was closed, the cries, roars, and screams outside were instantly completely blocked, and no disturbing noise could be heard anymore.

He Ziyun walked to the chair and sat down. He half-lyed out of habit and reached out to press the "switch" at the corner of his eye.

As before, the nearly transparent light screen flashed for a few seconds and slowly appeared.

He Ziyun's eyes first stopped at those high "popularity points" for several seconds, and finally he calmly clicked on the "Start Dungeon" button in the dungeon.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the popularity value was a bit useless. In addition to buying some common items in life, it also meant buying some powerful medicines when injured.

The other is to use popularity points to buy banknotes that are common in the main city.

He Ziyun estimated that except for people who were really short of money, no one would exchange their popularity points for banknotes.

After all, the popularity value may seem useless, but in fact, it will still play a key role at critical moments.

You know, no matter how injured you are in the dungeon, as long as you still have one breath left when you clear the dungeon, you can successfully pass the level, and even the damaged body will be completely restored by "miracles".

To some extent, popularity still plays a role.

But it seems that the effect is not very obvious to me?

Realizing this, He Ziyun smiled, looked at the loading page with the number of matches in front of him, and lowered his eyes slightly.

As the loading speed on the light screen became faster and faster, the system female voice sounded in the room as always.

【Ding! 】

[Anchor information has been loaded successfully...]

[Anchor He Ziyun has entered the game... Please pay attention to the game interface notification! 】

[15 anchors have been gathered, and the copy is being searched...]

15 anchors?

He Ziyun closed his eyes and thought for a while.

There are only 15 anchors in the dungeon, so it will probably not be very serious in terms of scope or danger.

In my ears, the female voice of the system continued to broadcast:

[The copy of "Taoyuan Village" is loading... anchors please pay attention...]

【3】

【2】

【1】

The familiar feeling of weightlessness enveloped the whole body, interrupting the thoughts in the young man's mind. He frowned slightly and fell into a swirling darkness.

[Anchor He Ziyun has started broadcasting]