"Is there such a place?" Xu Huo said, "Can the instances coexist?"
"Instances can’t coexist, but dungeon props can." The middle-aged man said, "Look at those instances, it’s possible there are more than one props that naturally ford."
Is that so?
Xu Huo has indeed visited many instances with naturally ford props as the instance bosses, but it’s rare to see two or more similar subjects in one instance unless these naturally ford props are artificially combined, like Rose Castle or Bauhinia Restaurant.
However, compared to the instance holders, other props in the instance have less autonomy, and this space seems to be completely occupied by those white threads.
Footsteps ca from ahead, the middle-aged man imdiately said, "Light step, must be a beauty! Let’s go take a look!"
The man finished speaking and rushed forward, and a new corridor happened to form ahead. The female player ran out, bumping into the middle-aged man — this wasn’t a big deal, players being vigilant, defense and attack props are always maxed out; not acting the mont they bump into soone is considered rational. But the middle-aged man was different, not only did he lack vigilance; he even opened his arms, appearing delightedly ready to embrace.
"Who are you!" The female player saw his behavior and imdiately frowned, shouting, "Get lost!"
The middle-aged man automatically ignored the words and introduced himself, "I’m Shi Shuai, you can call handso or Handso Squared."
This embarrassing feeling, which makes every goosebumps burst uncontrollably, is truly unpleasant. The female player held back, avoiding hitting him, instead squeezed past him along the wall, running away without looking back.
"My charm is irresistible." The middle-aged man was still showing off, turned back to find Xu Huo and Girl in the painting also following after the woman, and to his surprise, he saw a mass of white threads surging in the direction the female player ca from!
So, the sprinting team expanded from three people to four.
Initially, they thought this space was very small, seemingly ant to restrict player movent, but unexpectedly, whenever they were about to reach a dead end, a new corridor would generate, and when they ran inside, the original corridor wouldn’t disappear and seed fixed.
They scrambled inside the space, the white threads scrambling along, until pursued players increased, threads coming from different directions also increased, finally untangling and stuck at junctions of several corridors.
By now, Xu Huo’s group had increased to seven, aside from the initial female player, there were also two rather old male players, and lastly a sowhat emotionally unstable little girl joining, seemingly in her teens.
"What on earth are these things!" The little girl hadn’t stopped crying all along, running while sobbing, hyper energetic.
"Will you stop?" One male player couldn’t help but shout, "Crying all the way, do you want to attract more threads?"
The little girl’s voice paused, "What! They can hear!"
The male player took a deep breath, "They can’t hear, but can’t they sense your movent? Otherwise, how did they catch up?"
Now, of course, no one speaks for the little girl, truth be told, if not for her fast speed, others even considered throwing her out to attract attention; an emotionally unstable teammate is frustrating, but using her as cannon fodder might yield unexpected results.
"Isn’t it because you opened the window that it followed you?" The little girl t this person earlier, and retorted upon hearing this.
The man fell silent, indeed, the white threads sprayed out when he opened a small window.
He didn’t continue the topic, but said, "All the white threads ca out of the window hole, anyone entered? The core should be inside the window."
"Enter? Anyone who entered ended up with their head placed on the window, didn’t they?" The female player replied annoyed, "Do you still want to open the window and look?"
"I’ve been in here for three hours, the paths keep expanding but no way out, maybe the key lies inside." The man suggested, paused, and greeted others, "Hello everyone, I’m Tang Xian. Nearby corridors are all blocked, can’t go outside, only chance is inside. That’s my idea, if you have other suggestions, feel free to share, and we can discuss."
Female player Zuo Lei was the most opposed to opening window holes, another male player Ai Jiangping agreed with Tang Xian, the middle-aged man who entered with Xu Huo and others, supposing he really is Shi Shuai, he claid he definitely won’t reopen the window hole.
The remaining little girl introduced herself with her player nickna "Milk Grandma". Ridiculous nicknas are common in gas, yet hers raised eyebrows, but her next line quickly clarified the reason.
"You can call Mom, Milk, or Grandma."
"Lucky we have patience, otherwise you’d be dead already!" Tang Xian was especially impatient with her.
Yet the little girl began crying again, not only crying but wailing, "Co hit then, hit dead, if you can’t kill , I’m your Mom!"
Such provocations really are rare.
Tang Xian truly considered action, but seeing no one attempting to intervene or pull him back, he swallowed his anger, "Serious talk, what’s your opinion?"
He asked Xu Huo and Girl in the painting.
Girl in the painting didn’t convey her opinion, raised the communicator and indicated, "I’m mute, don’t speak."
Attention naturally shifted to Xu Huo, who said, "Since the white threads co from the window, it indicates that what’s releasing them is inside the window. Is it possible, after exploring many areas without seeing the exit, maybe it’s to trap the prop inside, its main body could be large."
This statent indeed woke everyone, Zuo Lei remarked, "Sealed area, entering is only more dangerous, unless we’re sure we can control that prop, but we can’t even manage these threads."
These threads are peculiar, although easily severed by Black Blade, they don’t ignite, rely cutting is ineffective against the huge quantity, setting them on fire might work, but they don’t light.
"Have you tried bombs?" Xu Huo asked, he was busy babysitting Shi Shuai earlier, not paying further attention to the window.
"I’ve tried." The little girl quietly said, "Space Bomb, Gunpowder Bomb, New Energy Bomb were all used, when thrown in they beca duds."
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