Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Seeing the stall owner's attitude shift from annoyance to irritation, Liang Zaibing quickly changed her tune, "I won't ask for nothing, how about two hundred points?"

The stall owner's expression softened a bit. "Ask quickly, you only have three chances. I'm short on time."

[A transaction with Shi Lei has been initiated, with a transaction value of 200 points.]

They even regulate verbal agreements?

The Eden City city management's investigative capabilities are comparable to those of America's tax bureau.

Liang Zaibing pointed to the city center, "What's that white tower for?"

"You sure know how to pick a problem."

"I believe you've already sensed it; the closer you get to this white tower, the greater the resistance you feel. The stronger a player is, the closer they are to the tower's limit. But so far, no player has been able to reach the white tower."

Liang Zaibing stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, "Could it be that the person who was able to touch the White Tower has already left the horror game?"

The stall owner looked at him with some surprise. "Are you really a new player? I only heard this guess from an A-level player."

Liang Zaibing smiled and made a peace sign, "I've only cleared two dungeons, no doubt about it, a complete newbie."

The stall owner, too lazy to judge whether he was telling the truth or not, urged, "The last one."

Liang Zaibing asked the question she had prepared beforehand, "Besides player trading, what other functions does Eden City have?"

The stall owner gestured towards the western area, "That area is full of entertainment venues. You can stay there and have fun between entering and leaving the instance. Restaurants, bars, nightclubs, casinos... both legitimate and illegitimate ones are all there. As long as you're willing to spend points, you can even buy female ghosts to serve you."

Liang Zaibing got goosebumps just thinking about the female ghost's blood-soaked face. "Damn, who has such a heavy taste?"

The stall owner looked at him like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. "Don't even mention the female ghost. As long as you can command this little boy behind you, there are plenty of people who would spend two thousand points to buy him for one night."

Upon hearing the first half of the sentence, Liang Zaibing had a bad feeling. Before she could even lament the decline of morality and the depravity of the world, she hurriedly covered Eleven's ears, saying, "Damn it, there's a child here, watch your mouth!"

The stall owner looked at him as if he'd seen some freak. "He's just a ghost. What's wrong with him helping you earn points? Are you going to raise him like a son?"

Liang Zaibing shielded Shiyi behind her, watching him warily. "You don't need to worry about that. Continue."

"Damn, there are always idiots every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual."

The stall owner cursed and continued, "The east side is where the various guilds are located. You can ask about the specifics at the guild hall. With your potential, many guilds should be happy to recruit you."

"The remaining areas are private residences rented or purchased by players, and outsiders cannot enter without the owner's permission."

Liang Zaibing wanted to ask what the guild's purpose was, but seeing his obvious attempt to get rid of her, she could only shut up.

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The guild hall was also built of white stone, in the style of ancient Roman architecture, with a simple yet imposing structure.

Two enormous statues, each about three meters tall, stand symmetrically in front of the gate: an armored knight holding a sword and a white-robed priest bowing his head in prayer while clutching a cross.

New players visiting the guild hall for the first time are usually attracted by the grandeur and exquisiteness of the statues and linger to admire them, while veteran players who already belong to a guild tend to ignore them and enter the hall.

I don't like being stared at by passersby during the National Day holiday, so I've already hidden myself in the family photo.

Liang Zaibing stared intently at the gem on the pastor's cross, which reflected a holy white light.

Under the holy light, any shadows are purified and eliminated.

What a good thing.

I don't know if taking it away is considered a violation of the rules.

At that moment, he had no idea how much he resembled a raven with glossy black feathers and a penchant for sparkling things in the eyes of passersby.

"Long time no see, Bing."

Liang Zaibing turned around, somewhat bewildered. Her gaze fell upon the beautiful chest muscles encased in the black combat uniform, and above that, a deep, handsome face favored by God.

This darling of God was smiling at him, his bright blue eyes shimmering like water.

Unexpectedly, she ran into an acquaintance here. Liang Zaibing touched Ivan's shoulder without any awkwardness, "Ivan, you're here to join a guild too?"

"Yes, I've already joined the Silverwing Guild."

This sentence is like a stone thrown into a calm pond, instantly creating ripples.

The crowd froze strangely, then a space cleared out around them.

Unaware of the situation, the new players were also led away from them by the kind-hearted people.

"Damn, that crazy guild is recruiting new members? Which little lunatic got their eye on?"

"This newcomer looks quite handsome; you wouldn't guess he's from Silverwing."

"Huh? What happened to Silverwing? I haven't heard anything about it."

"You're obviously a newbie. You don't even know Silverwing? Silverwing Guild has fewer than 30 members, yet it's ranked in the top five of the guild rankings. Do you know why?"

"Because they are very strong?"

"Being strong is one thing, but what's even more terrifying is that every member of their guild is a human killing machine. Not only are they skilled, but each of them also has five or six cursed items. Every dungeon they enter is basically razed to the ground."

"Although the Silverwing Guild members don't have a penchant for hunting players, their violent speedrunning style often results in accidental injuries to other players. There was a dungeon where players were playing hide-and-seek with ghosts in an ancient castle. The players were supposed to be hiding from the ghosts while the ghosts were chasing them, but a member of the Silverwing Guild simply blasted the entire castle to pieces. The players were left standing on the ruins, staring at the ghosts with nowhere to hide, and several of them died instantly."

"Then the Silverwing people started throwing cursed items out while unleashing their ghostly physiques. The boss's health bar was instantly emptied, and the dungeon ended in less than five minutes. More than half of the players died, either from being crushed in time or from being caught by the ghosts."

"Sometimes they accept high bounties, but of course we small fry don't need to consider that."

"In short, take my advice. When Silverwing people are running dungeons, try to avoid them. If you really end up in a group with them, run as far away as possible."

"And the most important thing is, never provoke them, or you won't even know how you died."

"..."

From the chatter of passersby, Liang Zaibing got a general idea of ​​the guild's "glorious deeds".

What a ruthless assassin guild!

This ruthlessness is completely out of character for Ivan. I don't know why he chose the Silverwing Guild.

Ivan heard it too, of course. He curled his finger and rubbed his nose, looking a little embarrassed. "Uh, my guild does have a bad reputation."

Seeing his innocent appearance, Liang Zaibing became even more worried. "You haven't been fooled by them, have you? Can you quit now? Or maybe switch to another guild?"

Ivan hesitated, about to explain, "No, I..."

"Silverwing Guild's first rule: those who betray the guild shall die." A hand, appearing out of nowhere, gently rested on his shoulder from behind. "Do you think he's lived too long, or do you believe you can single-handedly fight against the Silverwing Guild and protect him?"