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The screen was flooded with comments in an instant:

[I feel like there's something off about this tour guide's eyes. What should I do? I feel like everyone here is acting strange!]

Stop laughing, your laugh looks so fake!

I think I should watch the calming medicine a few more times to cleanse my eyes; I can't take it anymore!

Something's not right. These players all look familiar; they're all top-tier players, even overseas. This dungeon seems difficult!

[Nonsense! With An Shen involved, which dungeon is easy? Especially with Lu Changsheng in this one! I'd blindly give this dungeon at least an S rank, let's say it's more than just an A!]

The comment above makes sense; I second it!

The column began to move.

The mountain road was rugged, with dense forests on both sides. The trees were twisted and strangely shaped, and their branches looked like withered hands reaching towards the sky.

The air was filled with the smell of soil and decaying plants, but beneath that, Lu Changsheng detected a more subtle scent—the smell of blood, faint but unmistakable.

After walking for about ten minutes, the ancient village came into view.

The dilapidated village had mud-brick houses crammed together, leaning precariously. At the village entrance stood a huge ancient locust tree, its trunk requiring three people to encircle it, its bark cracked like an old man's skin. Red ribbons hung from the tree, swaying slowly in the still air, as if manipulated by countless unseen hands.

"Visitors, let me explain the rules of Sunset Village. To ensure you have a better visit, please be sure to follow these rules."

Lu Changsheng felt a slight jolt; the rules had arrived.

1. Do not respond when called by full name, but you must respond when called by nickname.

2. Don't go out after dark, and don't answer the door if you knock.

3. If you encounter any problems, you can communicate with the village chief.

4. Don't accept kindness indiscriminately.

5. Avoid repeating the same things.

6. Keep a close eye on your personal belongings.

7. Don't tell anyone your real name.

After reading the rules, tour guide Wang Tao's smile became increasingly stiff, and his eyes moved slightly in their sockets.

"Did everyone remember?"

After Wang Tao finished speaking, he deliberately paused for a moment, as if trying to see something on the tourists' faces.

But this group of people were clearly not to be trifled with. Apart from the red-haired girl who pursed her lips, the others didn't show any expression on their faces.

Lu Changsheng looked past the tour guide and toward the village entrance.

There were more than a dozen people standing at the entrance of the village, including men, women, and children, dressed in simple and even somewhat worn clothes.

They huddled together, their eyes fixed on the visitors, their faces displaying an indescribable excitement—an excitement so intense it seemed eerie. They were silent, like a pack of hungry, silent beasts waiting for their prey to step into their trap.

Directly in front of this group of villagers stood a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit.

He was not tall, but his back was ramrod straight, and his face was as cold as frost, devoid of any expression. He was indifferent to the commotion of the villagers behind him and the arrival of the tourists in front of him, as if none of it concerned him.

A few steps away from the man in the Zhongshan suit, there was a faded wooden table, behind which sat a gaunt old man.

The old man's eyes were cloudy and grayish-white, clearly indicating he was blind. His face was deeply wrinkled, as if etched by a knife. His hands rested on the table; his ten fingers were withered and thin, but his nails were unusually long and had an unhealthy, dark yellow color.

The whole scene exudes a suffocating eeriness.

"Come, come, all tourists," Wang Tao called out in his exaggeratedly enthusiastic tone, "According to the tradition of Sunset Village, guests who have come from afar have the opportunity to have their fortunes told by Chen Banxian of the village, so that everyone can have a safe and smooth journey ahead."

He stepped aside, gesturing for everyone to move forward.

The villagers' gazes instantly intensified, some even taking a half-step forward before being pulled back by those beside them. Their eyes greedily scanned each player, as if assessing something.

The village chief remained expressionless, only slightly tilting his head and "looking" with his empty eyes in the direction of the blind fortune teller.

As if sensing something, the blind man Chen Xiazi slowly raised his head, his grayish-white "eyes" facing the direction from which the crowd had come. A half-smile appeared on his lips, and his voice was hoarse and dry:

"Fate is predetermined; I'm just taking a look on behalf of everyone..."

His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the surrounding noise.

"Who wants to go first?"

Wang Tao asked with a smile, his gaze sweeping over the players.

The blond, muscular man frowned, about to say something, when the brown-haired man beside him pressed down on his shoulder and whispered something.

The red-haired, freckled girl rolled her eyes, then suddenly raised her hand with a grin:

"I'll do it! That sounds fun!"

As she spoke, she strode forward and nonchalantly sat down on the small wooden stool opposite Blind Chen.

Blind Chen "looked" at her, extending his withered, emaciated hand:

"What's the girl's name?"

The red-haired girl's eyes flickered slightly, then she said:

"Emily".

"Birth date and time, or... hands."

Emily shrugged and reached out her hand.

The blind man's withered fingers touched her wrist and then slowly traced the lines on her palm.

He touched it slowly and carefully. All around was silent, save for the mountain wind rustling through the ancient locust tree, making the red cloth strips flutter.

After a long while, Blind Chen withdrew his hand, picked up a copper coin from the table, breathed on it, and then threw it onto the Bagua diagram. The coin spun a few times before coming to a stop upside down.

Blind Chen listened intently to the sound of the copper coin landing, his gray eyes flickered, and he spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Playing with fire, like trying to snatch chestnuts from a fire, like a mirage, young lady, your life may be full of excitement, but it will all be in vain."

Emily's smile froze for a moment, then she resumed her nonchalant expression and whistled.

"Wow, that doesn't sound good."

The comments section was buzzing with discussion:

This fortune teller's words are so cutting!

"Playing with fire, a mirage... these eight words are chilling upon closer examination! Does this mean this instance isn't very good?"

[This isn't a blessing; it's a curse! We're about to enter the village, and we're already being cursed?]

Are all the NPCs in Rank A dungeons this terrifying?

Blind Chen hung his head, waiting for the next person.

The players began to step forward one by one.

Lu Changsheng silently observed everyone's reaction when they were "determined" and the comments they received.

When the brown-haired man Kevin stepped forward, Blind Chen spent more time feeling the bones than Emily. After the copper coin fell, he remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking:

"With swords flying and horses galloping, the horse stumbles."

Kevin's expression didn't change, but Lu Changsheng saw that he clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

The comment Mark, the blond youth, received was:

"A newborn calf, escaping the jaws of a tiger."

Mark's face turned pale, and he looked at Kevin with a complicated expression.

As the burly black man stepped forward, Blind Chen's fingers barely touched his wrist before he abruptly pulled back, as if burned. He readjusted his breathing and reached out again, this time touching him even faster, as if afraid to linger.