Crossing the wilderness to survive, starting with a broken kitchen knife.

There was a buzzing sound coming from the system panel.

Ge Dalong sent a message in the team chat, reminding everyone to pack up and get ready to set off.

Zhang Shi collected his thoughts and checked his equipment again to make sure everything was safe.

As soon as nine o'clock arrived, Ge Dalong launched the dungeon challenge on time, and several people turned into a stream of light and disappeared in their respective shelters.

The four of them appeared in front of a village at the same time. When Zhang Shi opened his eyes, he found that the sky was dark and the surroundings were filled with dark fog, which stretched as far as the eye could see. Only in the direction of the village in front could he vaguely see something.

Zhao Feng looked around in confusion and asked softly.

"Where does this village come from in this wilderness? Could there be an indigenous civilization here?"

Ge Dalong stretched out his hands to feel it and replied.

"When we arrived at 10am, it was already daylight, the sun was very strong, and the surface temperature was about - degrees Celsius."

"The temperature here is around 10 degrees Celsius, and the sunlight is blocked, so it's impossible to tell the time from the sky."

Wu Qing added.

"Are you trying to say that this isn't a wilderness?"

After listening to everyone's speculation, Zhang Shi thought of the mysterious storage room behind the mine, and was more inclined to believe that this was a relic left over from the wilderness world.

Ge Dalong glanced at the team interface and found that after the dungeon was opened, there was an additional mission objective. It read:

Main line

Task 1: Find the way to the Village of Doubt.

Ge Dalong informed everyone of his discovery.

Zhao Feng immediately became interested and teased with a smile.

"You know what, this dungeon really feels a bit like an escape room."

……

The crowd walked slowly towards the village entrance. When they got closer, they found that the entrance to the village was surrounded by a dark wall with a dark red wooden gate in the center. The other directions of the village were shrouded in fog and could not be seen clearly.

Zhang Shi used Dingzhen to make an appraisal and got an unexpected clue.

"Ding, confirmed at a glance, identified as: Lost Mist."

[Lost Fog: Common in dungeons haunted by evil spirits and ghosts. Extremely dangerous creatures exist deep within the fog. Survivors who venture deep into it will quickly lose their senses and become lost in the fog.]

Zhang Shi threw another appraisal at the wooden door. This time, no information appeared, but the wooden door was highlighted in the lens.

Zhang Shi thought for a moment, shared the identification information, and spread his hands helplessly.

"It seems that we have to decrypt and pass the level step by step."

Zhao Feng, somewhat skeptical, launched a sweeping blow towards the boundary of the fog. The flint axe, carrying a streak of flame, swept into the fog.

As expected, the airflow stirred up by the giant axe did not disperse the fog, and the axe body did not react at all when it penetrated the fog.

Zhao Feng retracted his giant axe and carefully inspected it. Finding nothing unusual, he gave up studying the fog and turned to chop at the wooden door again.

Ge Dalong's eyes narrowed, and it was too late to stop it.

"Oh!"

There seemed to be an invisible wall of air above the wooden door, which bounced all of Zhao Feng's strength back.

Zhao Feng's strength attribute was as high as 16 points. The sudden force transmitted from the axe knocked him to the ground.

Zhang Shi's heart tightened, and he was about to go forward to investigate. Zhao Feng had already climbed to his feet, staring angrily at the wooden door, his hands still trembling slightly from the tremendous force.

Zhang Shi was relieved to see that Zhao Feng was fine, and he blamed him.

"Brother Feng, be careful. This place is full of strange things. Don't let your carelessness lead you to fall into trouble."

Zhao Feng felt humiliated, but he had no choice but to nod in dismay at the wooden door.

Seeing Zhao Feng frustrated, Ge Dalong guessed that opening the wooden door was the key to passing the level, and he gave up the idea of ​​climbing over it.

Ge Dalong must have some method of identifying items. He moved closer to the wooden door and looked at it carefully. His eyes narrowed again and he suddenly took two steps back.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Feng hurried forward and asked.

"Old Ge, what did you find? Stop keeping us in suspense."

Ge Dalong pointed at the wooden door with a serious expression, saying, "This door, the threshold, and the door bolt are all made of locust wood. The door is painted..."

"What is it? Please finish what you are saying."

Ge Dalong's face looked a little ugly at this time. He let out a breath before continuing.

"The ancients believed in 'not holding mulberry trees on the head and not stepping on locust trees with the feet', believing that this wood had a strong yin energy, and therefore rarely used locust trees to make furniture."

"And the paint on this gate isn't just ordinary oil paint, it's blood."

Ge Dalong's words were chilling, and the scene suddenly became silent. Wu Qing even silently took two steps towards the crowd.

Zhang Shi also noticed something unusual about the village. They had been inside the dungeon for quite some time, but hadn't heard a single sound. This space seemed like a closed space, without even a breeze.

Although everyone had adapted to the various dangers of the wilderness, those were all battles against wild beasts and natural disasters. This was their first encounter with such a bizarre sight, and they were inevitably a little frightened.

Zhao Feng just refused to believe it and walked back and forth around the courtyard wall, shouting loudly.

"I am a firm believer in materialism. I don't believe in these ghost stories."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if in response to Zhao Feng, he missed a step and seemed to fall into a trap.

Zhao Feng was quick-witted and swift-handed. He swung the giant axe in his hand horizontally, stuck it on the ground, and hung his body on it.

Zhang Shi quickly pulled Zhao Feng out and, glancing at the hole Zhao Feng had fallen into, discovered a dry well nestled against the courtyard wall. Suspiciously, no one had noticed the well's existence until now.

Zhao Feng climbed out of the well, his heart rate soaring. He didn't dare to speak loudly anymore, for fear of really provoking someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Zhang Shi took a closer look and found that the dry well was also highlighted.

I took a closer look at the dry well. It was not deep and was very dry. In the faint light, I could see a lot of palm-sized wooden blocks with words engraved on them.

Zhang Shi guessed that these pieces of wood might be the key to opening the wooden door. With a decisive thought, he took out a long rope, tied one end around his waist, and handed the other end to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was stunned, then immediately stopped him.

"Shitou, this place is very strange. You just saw it. The well suddenly appeared at my feet. There might be something strange in there. You can't go down there."

Zhang Shi shook his head and said firmly.

"Since this place is a dungeon, no place would appear without reason. The thing under the well might be the key to opening the door. The well is not deep either. If there is any danger, please pull me up as soon as possible."

Seeing that Zhang Shi was determined to leave, Wu Qing took out an incense stick and lit it.

Everyone found that their physical attributes had increased by 2 points.

Ge Dalong also took out a mining lamp and handed it to Zhang Shi. Zhang Shi hung it on his head and was lowered into the well like a miner.

Zhao Feng also tied the rope around his waist and stared at the well. If he saw anything unusual, he would pull Zhang Shi out immediately.

The well mouth was not wide. Zhang Shi spread his arms and feet and supported himself on the well wall and slid down slowly. After a while, he reached the bottom of the well.

With the help of the mining lamp, Zhang Shi could clearly see the scene below. There was nothing unusual at the bottom of the well. Apart from a dozen or so wooden signs with inscriptions on them, there were no other objects.

After putting the wooden sign away, Zhang Shi looked up and found that the well mouth was covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to see clearly. He could only see four heads looking down into the well.

Zhang Shi's pupils shrank, and he suddenly got goose bumps all over his body, and felt like all the hairs on his body stood up.