Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 426 [Mist] 22

"Sister Lassen, your body..."

Wang Qi was a little worried, so she took the initiative to step forward and hold the big guy, and without hesitation, she gave Feng Lan a little luck.

Feng Lan held Wang Qi's hand and stopped her from moving, "I'm fine... huh." Feng Lan smiled, her eyes shining. She should have thought of it earlier, she thought of it when she entered the dungeon.

It was obvious that she entered the dungeon by chance and was not part of the dungeon's plan at all. Even if she had a body, why did she feel that she was one of the 300 players in the [Mist] dungeon?

Obviously, before, when she entered the Enfala copy, even though she had the token, because she cut in line, there was one more person at the beginning of the copy than the normal number, and that extra person was her.

But now, Feng Lan clearly entered the copy by accident, but the number of people in the copy was [300/300], not more.

She should have thought of it earlier. The number of people in the dungeon was wrong, and the difficulty of the dungeon was deliberately targeted... Because even if her abilities were sealed, she was still an alien invader to the dungeon. Although the game gave her some hints that dungeon players had, it did not give her a normal legal identity.

How could the copy give a good start to an invader who is unaware of the situation and may cause damage to the copy at any time?

A person who should have died, a person who was destined to die, and a person who was already dead were the biggest constraints that the copy posed to her.

Then the next path is very clear. If Feng Lan continues to walk up the mountain and insists on finding the wooden house, she will be close to the place of death. When she finds the wooden house, she will either suffocate and hang herself or bleed to death from the wound on her wrist.

As for how Lesin died? Was it voluntary or murder? How did he come back from the dead and return to his home from the mountains? Perhaps only the dead Ars knew. After all, given her concern for Lesin, it was impossible for her not to know Lesin's situation. But Ars was already dead, so in this instance, perhaps only Lesin himself knew how he died.

Then, the way out for Feng Lan seems obvious.

The best option is to turn around immediately and return to the town. With her abilities, it would be best for her to spend seven days safely and then leave the dungeon with other players.

Will she do that?

Wang Qi observed Feng Lan in the dim light of the flashlight. If she were Feng Lan, she would do this, leave here, not explore those unnecessary truths, and then spend the remaining four days safely. Oh, there are only three days left after tonight.

"Lason, she's dead." Feng Lan said, "It costs a lot to bring a dead person back to life."

Feng Lan was in the small town. Before she came to look for the wooden house where she died, she was in good condition. She had her own breathing and heartbeat, and no wounds on her body. She just needed to stay away from the place where she died. This was not a big price to pay for her resurrection.

"But even someone as strong as Valletta has waited for over two hundred years and still hasn't succeeded." Feng Lan looked at the silent mist. While they were resting, the vague movements from before had ceased, except for the ubiquitous prying eyes. "Then how could Lassen be so successful?"

Is it because she is a player, and the copy is just to give her a reasonable and limited identity?

It's possible, but does Feng Lan want to take that gamble?

Feng Lan touched the wound on her wrist. The wound was very thin, but blood was oozing out. If she continued to move upwards, the wound would probably become deeper. Moreover, her condition did not improve after resting. Her body was still as breathless and sore as a fragile college student who had run 800 meters.

Bad news: I'm still in poor health.