Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Yinyin thought she could finish filming smoothly and go back to mention this matter to Xie Yong. Unexpectedly, the popular actor who played the lead role not only filmed multiple projects at the same time, but also arrived late and acted like a diva, directly causing the entire crew to wait for him.

The director was furious, but the investors had put in a lot of money, and the film was almost finished. The main character was still the one with the most attention, so while waiting for him, they could only film the scenes of the people on set.

It just so happens that Yin Yin has a lot of solo scenes later on, and doesn't need to change costumes or styling, so we filmed her scenes first, and Yin Yin can finish filming earlier later.

After filming her solo scenes, Yin Yin had to film scenes with the lead actor, so she naturally got off work much later.

"Sister Yang, Sister Yang?" The assistant searched around but couldn't find the stylist. Helpless, she had to find makeup remover herself to remove Yin Yin's makeup.

By the time she finished, it was already late at night. Yinyin called Xie Yong, but no one answered. She guessed that he might have already entered the dungeon, so she decided not to go back and went straight to the room she had reserved at the hotel to rest.

After washing up and closing the door, Yin Yin had just turned on her phone when the "Zero Degree" app automatically opened, turning off all the lights in the room, and Yin Yin was completely swallowed up in darkness.

When she opened her eyes again, Yin Yin was sitting in a gorgeous European-style room.

The room door suddenly opened, and a group of maids walked in.

Upon seeing Yin Yin's dripping wet hair, the head maid, who had been keeping a straight face, exclaimed dramatically, "No! My Highness, who is serving you? They haven't even taken care of your hair properly!"

At the head maid's command, Yin Yin was immediately surrounded by the maids.

There were people drying hair, styling hair, and changing clothes; each had their own role.

After their busy work, Yin Yin was quickly changed into a gorgeous dress with a huge petticoat.

Yinyin tried to stand up and take a few steps. It was really tight, and the skirt was very heavy, weighing at least 20 or 30 pounds. It was like exercising while walking. No wonder the mission prompt said, "The princess in the tower, looking down on everything from above." Judging from the weight and trouble of this dress, Yinyin definitely didn't want to go out.

The reality check came quickly.

After she finished dressing, the head maid reported again: "Your Highness, some strange guests have arrived outside the castle. There may be some commotion tonight, but the head guard asks you not to worry. No one will be able to disturb your rest."

Yinyin toyed with the exquisite folding fan in her hand. In the real world, such an item would be relegated to a museum; if someone were caught selling it privately, they could be summoned for questioning. But in this instance, such status-enhancing items were never lacking.

"Strange guests?" Yin Yin stood up, slowly walked to the window, looked out of the castle's iron gate, and immediately recognized the three familiar figures. She asked in an aria, "What does the captain of the guard intend to do?"

“If they behave themselves, they can be allowed to rest for the night and stay until the snow stops tomorrow morning. If they are disobedient,” the head maid’s eyes turned bloodshot, “then we will naturally follow Her Majesty’s old precedent.”

Your Majesty?

For some reason, Yin Yin suddenly thought of the Empress mentioned by the other side, wondering if it was related to this instance.

Yin Yin wanted to find out more information, so after thinking for a moment, she asked, "Her Majesty the Queen... will she come to see me today?"

The head maid's expression softened slightly: "Your Highness, have you forgotten? Her Majesty the Queen obtained a clue about the Lord and went to the far east. She only recently set off and certainly won't be back tonight."

"However, if you miss Her Majesty the Queen, you can ask the Imperial Advisor to come and speak with him."

"The Imperial Advisor?" Yin Yin murmured, glancing at the weather outside. "With such a heavy snowstorm, how could the Imperial Advisor possibly come?"

“The Grand Preceptor is a sacred mage,” the head maid said, her eyes filled with reverence. “Not to mention such a blizzard, he can come and go freely even in the coldest northern lands.”

"Should Your Highness summon the Imperial Advisor?"

Yinyin shook her head: "Let's not bother the Grand Preceptor. Aren't there any toys in the castle? Tell the head guard that I want to play with these guests."

Without any hesitation, the head maid bowed and agreed, then went to make the arrangements.

Outside the castle, the tall drawbridge was slowly lowered, and the tall iron gate was opened from the inside. Guests dressed in black entered one by one after being checked.

Old Fatty whispered, "This is exhausting. I never imagined that even in the dungeon, I would have to walk this far by myself, stumbling along the way."

“Don’t you think this is more realistic?” Yan’er glanced at the players around her who were also exhausted and almost collapsed, her lips pressed tightly together.

“Real, how could it not be real?” Old Fatty curled his lip, noticing that Xie Yong’s attention wasn’t on their conversation. “Boss, what are you looking at?”

Xie Yong snapped out of his daze and didn't say that he thought he saw Yin Yin, but simply said, "It seems like someone is watching us."

Old Fatty and Yan'er, along with the other players around them who heard his words, became wary.

"What!" one player exclaimed, taking a step back.

The next instant, a knife was held to his neck, and a group of guards emerged from the shadows.

A handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in magnificent armor, looked at the player as if he were looking at something repulsive.

"The first rule upon entering the castle is: no loud noise."

All the players perked up and listened intently to his words. The player who had exclaimed earlier quickly covered his mouth, staring fearfully at the knife in front of him.

"Secondly, after nightfall, one must not wander around aimlessly."

“The third, and most important, rule,” the blond, blue-eyed man paused, “is that you must not explore anything in the castle for any reason or in any way.”

"You can leave tomorrow morning when the snow stops."

This is easy to understand: if you stay quiet and don't wander around, and don't be too curious, you can leave the instance safely the next morning.

Unfortunately, these warnings are of no use to the players.

Because they were told that there were countless treasures in this castle, and if you could successfully take them out, they would belong to you.

This so-called treasure is not just ordinary gold and silver; it's something that can ignore the rules and pop up in a dungeon, and can even save your life.

For players who only have one life and three chances to exit, this is much more worthwhile than the rewards for successfully completing a dungeon.

As long as you can get enough treasures, you can still earn gold coins and make a fortune in the real world even if you skip every dungeon.

So they came not to complete the instance, but to plunder.

"Boom!"

The bridge connecting the castle to the outside world was retracted, and the gates slammed shut.

The vast majority of people's eyes changed.

Wealth and wealth are found in danger.