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【…】

The appearance of this barrage caused the barrage area on the screen to pause for several seconds.

Until someone started to explain stiffly: [The signal is not good... isn't it raining in the dungeon? I feel, well, it still makes sense...]

[...Upstairs, do you believe this when you say it yourself? 】

[I believe it, otherwise what should I do? Think about it carefully, if you don’t agree with my point of view, if there is really a problem with the "miracle", then no one can survive]

[Yes, if there is really a problem with "miracle", we really don't have to think about living anymore]

【…】

All humans will die.

All existing human beings rely on the existence of "miracles" to continue to survive. If "miracles" collapse or have problems, humans will be the first to disappear.

After the reality was placed in front of everyone, the audience in front of the screen stopped talking. They just hesitated and stopped typing, and everyone was a little panicked.

Yes, there will be no problem with "miracles".

will not.

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The illusion gradually disappeared, and the real scene around him was revealed bit by bit.

He Ziyun woke up from the chaos. He first looked down at the unconscious little turtle lying on his knees with his eyes closed, and then raised his head to look around.

The four corners of the room were still covered with dust, and the bedroom was still filled with countless cardboard boxes... Even the things that the young man leaned on were those cardboard boxes that had been arranged neatly bit by bit by the butcher's wife.

He Ziyun was silent for a few seconds. He moved his legs, which were a little numb from being pressed. Just as he was about to move the little turtle's body away, the system female voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

【Ding】

[The number of survivors in the copy of "Western Town" is 17/20]

……

[The number of survivors in the copy of "Western Town" is 16/20]

……

[The number of survivors in the copy of "Western Town" is 15/20]

……

【Ding】

[The number of survivors in the copy of "Western Town" is 13/20]

The female voice of the system made a continuous announcement mixed with the sound of electricity as if it was stuck, and gently announced the number of people left in the copy.

He Ziyun stood up for a moment. He held his head on the ground in astonishment, and his brain seemed to have stopped moving briefly.

13 anchors?

Only 13 anchors left? !

He just entered a dreamland to recall, and after coming out, five anchors died in the dungeon. What does this mean -

The young man's thoughts stopped abruptly. He suddenly picked up the little turtle and rushed to the window, opening the curtains with a "swipe".

【What the hell? ? ? ? what happened? Why did 5 anchors suddenly die? Damn it? ? 】

[Did we miss something? Shouldn't we stay in my wife's live broadcast room with a black screen, chatting and eating melon seeds? ! ! ! What the hell happened? ! ! 】

[Someone tell me what happened! ! ! ! 】

【Gan! I regret it, why didn’t I use two mobile phones to watch different live broadcasts at the same time! ! ! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have missed such important information! ! ! 】

[The big family upstairs has two mobile phones? 】

[…You’re stupid, can’t I get a second-hand one? 】

【…】

Outside the window, the sky darkened to the point of darkness, looming as if covered with a layer of dim red clouds... Coupled with the winding mountains deep in the town not far away...

This strange sense of familiarity reminded He Ziyun of the scene he saw when he first entered Xicheng Town.

The clouds in the sky are almost exactly the same as they were back then.

Weird and frightening, the unavoidable gloomy air.

He Ziyun suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility.

Is there a possibility that the illusion in this instance is completely different from the flow of time in the town——

"boom!"

Along with the sound of walking outside the corridor, the door of He Ziyun's room was pushed open violently. The wooden door hit the wall with a harsh and heavy sound, which almost made people's heads numb.

He Ziyun subconsciously turned around and faced the pale Lu Ying at the door.

Lu Ying stood by the door and panted heavily. She pinched the center of her brows that kept beating, and looked at He Ziyun by the window with some irritability, a little surprised:

"He Ziyun?"

"Why are you here?"

He Ziyun withdrew his thoughts from some kind of distraction and looked at Lu Ying by the door. He did not directly answer Lu Ying's doubts, but asked instead:

"What happened? Why was it suddenly announced that five anchors were dead?"

What Lu Ying was about to say was muffled in her mouth. She looked at the young man in astonishment, her voice a little hoarse due to the intense running:

"Suddenly? What do you mean? You don't know?"

After saying this, Lu Ying seemed to realize something, and his expression changed:

"Have you entered an illusion?"

He Ziyun gathered his emotions, hummed, and walked towards Lu Ying with the sleeping turtle in his arms.

"If my calculations are correct, and the time it took me to enter the illusion and see the memories, it should be no more than five hours. But right after I came out, the system informed me that five anchors had died."

The young man paused at this point, "So, five days have passed?"

Lu Ying shook his head when he heard this: "No, it's seven days."

She said: "And in the past seven days, only two townspeople died, and the remaining five who died were all anchors."

He Ziyun was slightly surprised, "They didn't choose to kill the townspeople?"

This is a bit strange. Only two townspeople died. Those anchors didn't look like they were sacrificing themselves for others, so they actually chose to do it themselves?

He Ziyun always felt that something was strange.

Sure enough, Lu Ying was silent for a moment. She sighed and said with some helplessness:

"No, they killed a lot of townspeople, but there were too few people. It was impossible for them to kill all those people. Even if they had the tools and skills, they couldn't kill them all."

Not to mention that no anchor would use props on NPCs. After all, NPCs are humans. People can resist, but monsters cannot. Monsters are completely impossible for humans to resist.

Therefore, most anchors will keep the props until they are about to die before they are willing to use them.

"so?"

He Ziyun suddenly had a bold guess in his heart.

Lu Ying was silent for a few seconds and said, "On the first and second nights, it was NPCs who died."

"They were caught by two anchors from the house, tied up outside, and thrown on the floor. They were dragged away directly when the butcher came. No anchors died in those two nights, but,"

Lu Ying didn't know what to say and hesitated.

He Ziyun's heart sank slightly, and he added mechanically: "But the NPC has a brain, so if you suffer losses for two days in a row, you will not suffer losses on the third day."

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, the young man's eyes became a little cold:

"In addition, the anchor will hunt all NPCs during the day, so they gathered together to resist."

"Yeah."