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Chapter 642 Tomorrow is Qixi Festival!
Gu Mian saw the panel indicating that the instance had crashed, just as she had hoped.

The countdown began, and the instance entered its final ten seconds.

The NPCs nearby were in a chaotic frenzy, scrambling around looking for fire extinguishers, only to sadly discover that the dungeon designers hadn't left them any.

Who would have thought that a player could set the dungeon on fire?
The egret, who was crouching next to the human head and trembling slightly, realized what was happening after seeing the message that the instance had crashed.

This doctor with the green hair is probably—Gu Shiwan.

God is my witness, she had no ulterior motives regarding the 100,000 game coins that were walking around.

Who would have any improper thoughts about a strange and freakish person who can pull ghosts out of their pocket?
Bai Lu just wants the countdown to end quickly so she can leave this dungeon full of insane challenges.

Watching the numbers on the countdown clock jump from "1" to "0"

She closed her eyes and smiled contentedly.

It was noon when Gu Mian and the others came out of the ticket hall.

The midday sun shone on the ground, making the glass doors of the ticket hall scorching hot, but the intense sunlight could not warm the ticket seller's cold face.

This ticket hall is the closest to Gu Mian's home, so Gu Mian always enters the dungeon from here.

Over the years, he watched helplessly as the ticket seller's demeanor changed from sunny to gloomy, from optimistic to decadent, until finally she looked like she had lost her parents.

Gu Mian noticed that the ticket seller was holding a sign with two lines of small text on it, which was probably a new product from the supermarket.

Sharp-eyed Coco tiptoed and spotted the sign: "'Gu Mian and the driving instructor are not allowed.' Below that, in parentheses, it said 'Dogs are allowed.'"

Gu Mian: "..."

Coach Car and Mr. Green are such a tragic pair of NPCs; they could be written into a lesson and included in a Chinese textbook.

The title is "The Tall Guy and His Green Short Guy".

Gu Mian skillfully pulled herself out of her "misery".

To his surprise, Xiao Qiao was squatting at the entrance of the ticket booth, and it looked like she was holding something in her arms.

"Why are you squatting here?" Gu Mian took two steps forward and squatted down in front of Xiao Qiao.

Xiao Qiao then realized that Gu Mian and the others had already come out.

She looked at Gu Mian, who was squatting in front of her, and slightly opened her arms to reveal something in her arms: an old radio. "We have this in our world too."

Gu Mian recognized what was in her arms.

It was the radio that had been with him since he was in the orphanage that first introduced him to the name "Guardian."

But Gu Mian hadn't taken this thing out many times, so Xiao Qiao had naturally never seen it before.

Gu Mian reached out and picked up the oddly shaped radio: "Do you have radios like this in your world?"

“There are exactly the same ones,” Xiao Qiao frowned, “and many more.”

Upon hearing this, Gu Mian fell silent, staring at the radio in his hand.

A radio from the Seventh World?

This old object indeed has no brand logo, and its style is quite different from other radios on Earth.

Gu Mian knew this thing was different from others, but she didn't expect it to come from the Seventh World.

Has the Seventh World already been able to send items to Earth?
"You're just squatting here so I can see your world's radio the moment I leave the dungeon?" Gu Mian thought that although Xiao Qiao's brain was rusty, it shouldn't be this rusty.

“No, when you entered the dungeon,” Xiao Qiao shook her rusty head, “I heard the sounds of our world inside.”

Ragnarok, the world of gods, has always been shrouded in mystery.

The game doesn't even have a dungeon for this world.

According to Xiao Qiao, she was the only living being in that entire world, and apart from her, vengeful ghosts roamed everywhere.

But now Xiao Qiao says she heard the sounds of that mysterious world from this radio.

By this time, the group had returned to Gu Mian's residence.

Gu Mian and the others huddled in a circle, staring at the radio on the table. Xiao Qiao was reaching for the tuning knob, but after a long time, Gu Mian still couldn't hear the so-called 'voice from Ragnarok'.

The hissing sound of electricity filled the living room.

When the global game first started, the broken radio could still pick up a few channels from Earth, but now all they could hear was static; the radio stations on Earth had long since stopped working.

The fat man was initially focused on waiting for the mysterious voice.

But fifteen minutes later he couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed a grill, hugged it to his chest, and announced that he would have a barbecue in the backyard that night.

Xiao Qiao continued to stubbornly turn the knob. If she could put that energy into honing her acting skills, she wouldn't have such a worrying number of fans.

Speaking of which, Gu Mian has entered so many dungeons, but she only encountered one fan, Qiao Chuchu.

Speaking of Qiao Chuchu… Gu Mian turned to look at Chu Changge, remembering that Chuchu was in Chu Changge’s team.

The courtroom version is a master of manipulating people's hearts.

If players want to survive, they must abandon their compassion and sentence the poor prisoner to death.

If you don't want to lose your humanity, you have to die.

This is very unfriendly to players who still have goodwill towards the world.

But for a player like Chu Changge...

"As long as I have no heart, you can't toy with me"—Gu Mian felt that this sentence was the most appropriate to describe him.

Chu Changge didn't care about other people's lives or deaths, nor did he care how tragic their stories were.

Once he knows what the way out is, he will not hesitate to sentence the prisoner to death.

Hao Laoshi, who had gone through the dungeon with them, complained to Gu Mian that when Chu Changge faced the ghost, he threw him to the ghost without hesitation, without the slightest hesitation.

Chu Changge is probably the only judge in the three groups who convicts a prisoner.

Seemingly sensing Gu Mian's thoughts, Chu Changge suddenly spoke up: "No."

Gu Mian swallowed.

Was my expression that obvious? He reached up and touched his face.

“Because I knew I could leave the instance without making a choice, I didn’t make a judgment.” Chu Changge pushed up his glasses.

Really? Gu Mian never knew that Chu Changge was such a kind person. Shouldn't his character be heartless, empathetic, and indifferent to life and death?
Xiao Qiao continued to tirelessly turn the knob on the radio.

Chu Changge's gaze lingered on the radio for a moment before he explained, "I think you wouldn't want to see that kind of ending, so I didn't deliver a verdict."

Gu Mian touched her face again. Do I really look like a good person?

Xie Bi'an, who was standing to the side, suddenly chuckled: "You weren't like this before."

The cloak-loving White Impermanence also followed Gu Mian to his home. For some reason, Chu Changge and Xiao Qiao did not chase him away.

Gu Mian sensed the deep resentment in Xie Bi'an's tone.

It was as if he had been deeply hurt by the cold-hearted Chu Changge in the past.

Fortunately, Xie Bi'an wasn't a woman, otherwise Gu Mian would have thought Chu Changge was a scumbag who abandoned Xie Bi'an.

Xiao Qiao was still stubbornly tinkering with the radio.

Gu Mian, snapping out of her "scumbag" thoughts, couldn't stand it anymore: "What did you hear on this radio when we entered the dungeon? Why are you so sure it was a sound from your world?"

Xiao Qiao suddenly stopped what she was doing and turned her head: "I'm sure, it's an alarm. I've heard that sound countless times."

An alarm?
Gu Mian was slightly taken aback, thinking of the sound that played when the real and the real worlds switched in a certain horror movie.

As if in response to his idea, an alarm with a strange tone and hollow timbre suddenly sounded.

He looked toward the source of the sound.

It was the radio that was sitting on the coffee table.

I, the procrastinator, never stop updating! (Proudly)
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