Infinite flow is not like that at all

"That's when you have to go all in."

Simultaneously.

The bells above the church also rang, with only one hour left until midnight!

They don't have much time left to prepare!

......

Just as the fates of many people were intertwined in the terrifying amusement park.

On the ferry boat.

A flash of light... and Mu Yunhai and his two companions appeared there.

"We're out." The long-haired man didn't say much, calmly looking around.

"It's just a one-star normal dungeon...it's wasted so much of our time," the girl complained.

"Who exactly entered that instance?"

"I don't know, we have to wait until everyone comes out..." Mu Yunhai looked around.

They cleared the dungeon very quickly, so they came out of the dungeon world ahead of time. Apart from the three of them, everyone else on the ferry was still in the dungeon world.

"However, it's more likely they won't get out."

After all, this dungeon is very dangerous.

Mu Yunhai suddenly raised an eyebrow because... he had received a call from the General Administration.

"teacher?"

"You've come out?"

The teacher's voice sounded different than before; although still calm, it was clear that she was somewhat incredulous.

"We're out." Mu Yunhai: "However... we didn't enter that instance."

He wasn't the only one on the teacher's side; when Mu Yunhai heard this, many others seemed relieved.

He keenly sensed something was wrong: "Teacher, what happened?"

"After you went in, we discovered that the dungeon coordinates were fake."

There are generally two types of copies.

The first type.

The copies are randomly matched by GodCube, and they cannot track any data at all; everything is arranged by the mechanism.

The other option is to choose a [world anchor point].

Like this time, the anchor points that the Pangu Investigation Bureau purchased from the Dark World are often more clearly defined in the dungeons, with even more specific data and strategies, and people even know what will be there and what rewards will be given.

The role of most global anchors is to cultivate the next generation.

after all.

A stable output of dungeons is important; those magnificent worlds at the top of the pyramid... have a large number of long-term, stable dungeon anchors, specifically used for cultivating talent.

The Pangu Survey Bureau... can only spend a lot of money to buy a single use of the anchor point.

“Its traces have disappeared,” the teacher said. “At the same time, we also discovered that the mortality rate and pass rate data were all fake.”

The three men, including Mu Yunhai, were deeply moved.

"Then... what is the mortality rate?" the girl couldn't help but ask.

"hundred percent...."

The teacher's words exploded in the ears of the three of them like thunder, and a look of shock appeared on their faces.

The previous mortality rate was already very high, reaching 40%, a figure that would deter many people.

But unexpectedly, a 100% certainty was reached, which means... no one could leave that instance world alive.

The three of them seemed to see the lingering fear in each other's eyes.

"It's fortunate you didn't go in." The teacher's voice came from the other end. "You should also confirm who went in. After all, this was a mistake by our investigation bureau. Regardless of whether the person who went in can come out or not... we will definitely provide compensation."

Even so, faced with a 100% mortality rate, they all understood... that the other party would definitely never come out again.

"teacher..."

Mu Yunhai sensed that his teacher seemed to have something left unsaid: "This instance world should..."

He is very smart.

After all, the ability to erase the traces of anchor points and disguise data is something that must be an unimaginably terrifying force, and to disguise it as a trap, scattered throughout the market, waiting for various worlds to explore.

It seems the goal is to exploit and kill off the new generation...

"Don't delve into it further." The teacher's voice was calm and serious, but steady.

"This is not something you can get involved in right now. We'll talk about it when you get back."

The call was cut off, and Mu Yunhai leaned against the side of the boat.

"So who exactly went in?"

He looked around at the halos of light. Was it the middle-aged man tormented by the pollution? Or someone else?

Someone will eventually get in... but given the current situation, whoever gets in, he is pessimistic.

This feeling is awful, like someone has become their scapegoat.

Time passed second by second.

Within minutes, people began to return from the instance world one after another. Faces they had seen before returned to the ship with expressions of fatigue, relief, and a sense of accomplishment.

No matter how much time passes in the instance, the time it takes to return to the ship will not be too different, usually around ten minutes, and everyone can return.

Mu Yunhai looked at everyone, and the empty seats were becoming fewer and fewer.

He probably had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on; it might be that unlucky middle-aged man... The pollution levels had a significant impact on him, and even if they were temporarily reduced, it still led to unpredictable changes.

but...

next moment.

A pale-faced middle-aged man appeared on the ship. He looked around blankly, then his face lit up with joy, as if he had survived a disaster: "I...I survived!"

Mu Yunhai and the other two looked at him in disbelief.

"Not him?"

Mu Yunhai seemed to realize something, and he suddenly looked at the last empty spot.

And a face popped into his mind!

"Shen Ye!!"

Chapter 20: The Administrator and the Guest Arrive!

The fog in the horror amusement park grew thicker and thicker, and a terrifying and chilling feeling gathered from all directions, making everyone here feel the increasingly heavy atmosphere.

And now.

There are less than five minutes left until the clock strikes midnight.

The escape team, composed of people imprisoned in the church, has completed all the necessary preparations. They are positioned at the amusement park exit, using the haunted house as cover, silently watching the time tick by.

Behind them, a dense swarm of corrupted monsters lurked in the surrounding area.

This is everyone's trump card; they have an extremely high tolerance for pollution and together they have controlled hundreds of pollution monsters of varying strengths.

"Friends, although we come from different worlds and different forces, we are now all in the same boat and have a common enemy."

"I believe you have also noticed that the Black Robe Society's dark secrets are hidden here."

"Now we just have to wait for...the guests and the administrator to arrive."

"We must catch them off guard."

The middle-aged man became the commander-in-chief of this fleeing group, and he did indeed demonstrate a level of professionalism completely different from the others.

Everyone present was extraordinary, and even when faced with a life-or-death situation, none of them showed any fear.

The young man with the earring stroked the dilapidated sign next to him: "We've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."

The burly man pressed his fingers against his cigarette, exhaling puffs of smoke: "Whether we escape this place happily or are annihilated... it all depends on today."

"I'm more optimistic than you are. After all, dying at the exit is much better than dying in that cage of confinement." The lady was adjusting her dress.

The amusement park's iron gates lead to the outside world, but no one can see outside because the space is completely sealed off by ritual.

"What...are you looking at?"

The middle-aged man noticed the bandaged person standing behind him.

The bandaged man's left eye, visible above the mist, gazed into the fog.

"That guy... hasn't arrived yet."

To be honest, everything we've achieved so far is entirely thanks to Shen Ye. Although the bandaged man's blood pressure nearly exploded several times, he has to admit it.

"I understand," the middle-aged man said softly, "regardless of whether we can get out..."

"That little guy is our savior."

The bandaged man nodded slightly.

He seemed to know the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man had been protecting him, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

"Notice."

"Time is almost up."

The middle-aged man's voice slowly drifted over.

The midnight bells were slowly ringing.

Everyone was prepared; they had done everything they could, and a large number of corrupted monsters were under their control, exceeding all limits.

And at this very moment.