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

The good news: Her intense exercise won't make her health any worse.

"Keep going up, I may not be able to take care of you." Feng Lan spoke, mainly to Wang Qi. She could give Bob some props for self-defense. This kid is definitely the main character of this copy and will not die easily.

Wang Qi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Since I'm here, I want to see where the difficulty lies. It has potential for upgrades. Selling it to a gold coin guild would definitely be a good deal."

Wang Qi even felt that this C-level copy had the potential to be upgraded to A, let alone B. Of course, the strength of A-level was for one person. By then, this copy would most likely become a nesting doll copy, with A-level players and C-level players entering at the same time, facing main lines of different difficulties respectively. The information of A-level copies was still so useful, and the minimum score was 100,000 points.

The curse on Wang Qi might be able to be resolved in the Central City by using points. If there are extra points, they can be exchanged for some better props.

"What about me?" Bob raised his hand weakly. If possible, he wanted to go back. After all, this mountain was too scary! Now, Bob felt that he was the only one alive among the three people!

Lassen is definitely not a living person, so the twelve-year-old Anna who can live in peace with her and has more courage and strength than ordinary adults is probably no longer Anna.

Bob thought of a hellish joke for himself. If he watched a horror movie again in the future, he would definitely not be scared, because there would be no more terrifying plot than what he had experienced in the past few days, haha.

Of course, Bob also knew that he had no chance of escape, or in other words, without 'Lason' and 'Anna', he would not be able to survive in the fog.

Fear is human instinct.

Not to mention, Bob has many fearful memories, at least he currently has no way to control himself from thinking about those fearful memories.

Without getting a response from Lathan, Bob understood what she meant. "Well, actually, I want to know the truth too."

It was fake, he didn't want it to be fake at all, at least he didn't want to die because of this vague and insignificant truth.

"OK, unanimous approval," Feng Lan said with satisfaction, "Then we can continue on our way."

Feng Lan walked in front, Bob walked in the middle, and Wang Qi walked at the back.

Feng Lan said that this mountain road can be found in less than an hour during the day, but the road cannot be seen in the fog so the slow progress is understandable. However, this is not the reason why the author has watered down several chapters.

"Here it comes." Feng Lan panted. She could endure it, but this body couldn't stop breathing at the moment because it was getting weaker. The moment she heard the noise, Feng Lan reminded Wang Qi and Bob.

Countless green eyes lit up in front of them. They stared at Feng Lan and the other two, making threatening sounds in their throats.

Feng Lan handed Bob a knife for self-defense, "Here."

Lord Liu's Pen Knife: Lord Liu is very skilled with a knife, but he also has many matters to attend to. Therefore, he has a small and sharp pen knife with a sharp blade and a wide, slanted blade. This pen knife is like a scholar's ink-filled brush, both practical and poetic.

The knife was small, like a pen. Bob held it carefully in his hand, feeling the coldness and weight of the blade, and felt relieved.

If all else fails, he can use this knife to commit suicide.

Feng Lan took out her cell phone and checked the time. It was exactly 19:03.

[Indestructible: The tower is the cornerstone of the world, indestructible. At three minutes past the hour, or multiples of three, you can borrow the tower's power for three hours, once a day, because the rest of the time the tower needs to take care of its little master (ps: Tsk, it can't be borrowed without restraint, how stingy)]

The shadow of a tall tower loomed over the three of them. Due to the level limit of the dungeon, the shadow of the tower emitted a faint light and could only provide C-level defense at most.

"Let's keep going." She didn't use it before because it was unnecessary and it would consume Feng Lan's own strength, but she used it now because Feng Lan was lazy. She was really innocent.

I really didn't mean to come in here, and the dungeon can't treat her like the Chinese people just because she is at a high level!

Feng Lan found some traces of people walking. She waved for Bob to come over and compared the footprints. "Looks like we're lucky. We found it."

Bob scanned the area with his flashlight and seemed to recall something. "I remember this tree. I climbed up it. Phew... There was a big, ugly rock. During the day, standing on the rock, you could see a crooked tree. The cabin was right behind the tree!"

"Hiss..."

"Ouch——"

"Cuckoo-"

Animals kept hitting the imaginary tower, trying to attack Feng Lan and the others, but they were all blocked outside. This mysterious scene made Bob feel at ease.

Feng Lan's face turned red. The wound on her wrist became deeper, and the tendons of her left hand were cut. She was unable to lift it up, and blood kept gushing out of it. Even wrapping it with gauze or using skills to repair it was useless.

"Huh... Huh..." Feng Lan felt the suffocation coming from her wrists and neck. Her body became colder and colder, and her movements became slower.

"We're here." Bob happily pointed to the lighted wooden house not far ahead. He was happy to have finally found it, but then he realized something was wrong. "Who would light a lamp in a wooden house this late?!"