It turned out that the ghosts in special instances were by no ans weak.
Having heard Gu Mian’s shout, the bus driver not only didn’t drive away, but an even more enthusiastic smile appeared on his face.
Seeing the bus rapidly approaching, Fatty couldn’t help but cover his eyes and shout, "Damn, it’s over, we’re going to crash! We won’t get killed, will we..."
Just as he finished speaking, a loud collision echoed through the night.
The impact was proof enough; Fatty discovered that he wasn’t dead.
The Spirit Car continued to drive steadily forward—if one ignored the failed brakes, that is.
Fatty lowered his hands, craning his neck to look out the window. "Two Spirit Cars collided. Since I didn’t get killed, soone else must have..."
Sure enough, he saw the bus overturned behind them.
The terrifying-looking bus had long lost its nacing presence. It was now lying crookedly on the ground, completely wrecked, and didn’t at all resemble a high-difficulty special instance.
He could see the passengers inside struggling to extend their pale, ghostly hands, as if trying to crawl out of the windows; they looked rather pathetic.
anwhile, Gu Mian, the driver responsible for the accident, showed no intention of taking accountability. He shalessly sped past the instance he had just collided with.
"What the hell!" Fatty exclaid, sticking his head out of the window in surprise. "A perfectly good instance, gone just like that? We didn’t even get to go inside this ti!"
"Don’t talk nonsense," Gu Mian retorted. "I rely grazed it a little."
Fatty clutched his fleshy chest. "I don’t think that qualifies as a re ’graze’..."
Just then, Chu Changge suddenly spoke, "You two, pay attention. Our speed is starting to decrease."
Only then did Gu Mian notice that the Spirit Car he was driving had slowed. "It was probably damaged from the collision with that bus."
Fatty craned his neck. "Didn’t you just say it was a ’graze’?"
Gu Mian decided to ignore Fatty and surveyed his surroundings.
The road ahead was brightly lit by the car’s headlights, and the scenery on both sides of the street was fairly clear.
Gu Mian noticed a ticket booth not too far ahead.
Instance ticket booths were scattered worldwide. They were probably distributed densely because the ga feared players might miss them; on any reasonably long street, one could find two or three.
The ticket-selling NPCs in these booths also varied in appearance.
Gu Mian had seen so who were divinely beautiful and others who were grotesque.
But this wasn’t the ti to comnt on NPC appearances. Gu Mian steered the car towards the ticket booth ahead. "I figure if we stop and try to face whatever’s coming head-on, we might get headshotted."
Chu Changge tilted his head slightly. "So you want to enter an instance first to cool off?"
Gu Mian nodded.
Fatty, ever the killjoy, forcibly craned his head over and began, "Wow, Doctor, I never imagined spending New Year’s Eve like this! This was supposed to be a happy day, right? But I didn’t even get to eat New Year’s Eve dinner before jumping straight into a bandit’s lair with you. On the way, we even wrecked a bus instance. I thought that would be the end of it, but who knew we’d end up having to enter a Mysterious Dungeon? I reckon by the ti we get out of this one, it’ll be next year, won’t it?"
Could you just shut your mouth?
By now, the car’s speed had slowed considerably. With the ticket booth right before them, Gu Mian opened the door and jumped out.
Chu Changge and Fatty quickly followed suit. They even rembered to stow away the Spirit Car. Although it was broken, who knew? Maybe it could be repaired.
By the ti the two of them had stowed the car, Gu Mian had already darted into the ticket booth.
Ticket booth NPCs didn’t need to sleep, so no matter when players entered, they would be t by an NPC’s large, bell-like eyes.
The mont Gu Mian darted in, the NPC on the other side of the window sized him up and down with its large eyes.
Before Gu Mian could speak, the NPC behind the ticket window suddenly bent down, as if fumbling for sothing on the ground.
Then, Gu Mian saw the NPC pull out a sign and place it next to the window—"Temporarily Closed."
Fatty, who rushed in after them, looked bewildered. He scratched his head and asked, "Why is it closed? Do ticket booths close at night?"
"No," Gu Mian shook his head slightly. "This one *just* closed."
It only took a mont for Fatty to realize what was going on. His expression shifted slightly. "They’re not letting people into the instance? That’s so unreasonable..."
The NPC behind the window maintained a perfectly natural expression, not looking guilty in the slightest.
But Gu Mian imdiately produced sothing that could make everyone "reasonable"—a rather nacing chainsaw.
Ten seconds later, Gu Mian obtained a team instance ticket.
Fatty clicked his tongue. "I bet years from now, when order is restored and the forums are back online, soone will post, ’Just how terrifying is Gu Mian?’"
"And so lowly NPC will reply, ’The re sight of that question made shiver twice in fear.’"
Gu Mian was long accustod to Fatty’s big mouth; he always managed to say the most unsuitable things at the most unsuitable tis.
The three of them were now preparing to match for an instance, and their surroundings had already plunged into darkness.
Gu Mian saw his panel change.
[Matching for instance, please wait...]
[Instance matched successfully. Matching teammates, please wait...]
In that brief mont, he took stock of his possessions.
Ga Coins: 90
Special Items: [Leaf Brooch], [Blood Clothes Wrapped in Resentnt]
Profession Skill: [Exquisite dical Skill Lv.3]
He was currently a very poor player. The money he’d spent shopping at the supermarket had all been Chu Changge’s and Fatty’s.
dical items purchased from the supermarket could be brought into instances. To complent his ’Exquisite dical Skill’ profession skill, he had specifically bought a pile of dical supplies and stuffed them into his lab coat pockets, including common items like bandages.
These things were quite expensive. A single roll of bandages cost 50 points. This might not have seed like much to the once-wealthy Gu Mian, but for an ordinary person, it was a considerable sum.
He had two special items that could be equipped directly: one to hide his nickna and the other a piece of armor. Gu Mian noticed that the [Blood Clothes Wrapped in Resentnt] armor had leveled up from Level 1 to Level 2.
He rembered that these [Blood Clothes Wrapped in Resentnt] upgraded by absorbing ’resentnt value.’ Could it be because I accidentally wrecked that bus earlier...?
Before Gu Mian could figure out where exactly the resentnt had co from, their panels began to update.
It seed they had been matched with teammates.
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