What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

"Is there a possibility that they will never come out again?"

Thousands of people...

If they all died inside...

Fear quickly spread, and such earth-shattering news spread through the local Aboriginal people who were watching.

A whirlpool capable of engulfing the entire ruined city is quietly forming.

At this moment, inside the ruins, almost all the adventurers who wanted to come in came in. The pure white space was crowded with people, like a large cosplay exhibition.

The noisy exchanges between people disappeared in an instant, and only an illusory figure slowly appeared in the air, wearing an ancient robe, covering his face and body, and there was darkness under the hood.

A genderless voice came from among the figures:

"Welcome to my ruins again after so many years. The rules this time are as follows."

"Every time you pass a level, the numbers above your heads will increase. The more numbers you have, the more generous the rewards will be at the end. It's that simple."

"Next, please allow me to introduce the content of the first level..."

Duomi listened to the figures' speech while observing the expressions and movements of those 'old fritters'.

Beat the levels and get rewards...

Why does it sound like playing a game?

Those old youtiao didn't do anything strange, which means it was the same in the past, so you can rest assured.

"The first trial - 'Song of Ice and Fire', you will survive three reincarnations in the desert. Day and night alternate once to form a reincarnation. During this period, you can defeat other people who enter the ruins to gain points. , ten points can increase the number by one.”

The pure white walls become transparent, and the desert, which looks very hot from the outside, comes into view.

"Next, please hold hands with everyone in the team, and you will be teleported together."

Domi and the others looked at each other, then held each other's hands and formed a circle.

White light bloomed from the soles of their feet, drowning them in an instant, and then disappeared.

The huge shadow stood for a moment and then slowly dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.

The desert is not just a desert. There are occasionally broken villages or traces of human activities, but they are all very old.

Duomi and the others were lucky. They saw a dilapidated village not far away right after they were 'born'. The architecture was a bit like the Egyptian style in the previous life.

No matter what, it would be nice to have a building that can block the sun.

There seemed to be nine scorching suns shining down on them. The blazing sunshine almost baked every grain of sand into glass. After just one minute of being outside, their clothes were soaked with sweat, making them wet. It seems that a basin of water can come out with just a twist.

The scenery in the distance has been distorted beyond recognition. Maybe even mirages don't dare to appear in this environment.

I can’t believe that there are people who can live here for a long time and even build a village...

However, the predecessors planted trees so that the descendants could enjoy the shade, and Duomi still had to thank them.

The group of people quickly got into a room and finally avoided the sun.

Child care: "Ah~ I can finally enjoy the cool air~"

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, a strange sound of "ho...ho..." came from the corner of the room, like the howling of a mummy.

They were so frightened that they huddled in the corner together.

Thor pointed to a mummy in the opposite corner in confusion and shouted in fear: "You, you, you, you, what are you?! Why do you appear in our house!"

Afu hugged 47 in fear.

Domi made a cross out of slime and placed it on his chest, chanting: "Go away, go away, go away..."

"Hoo...ruairuorou...ho...ruairuaruabi..."

"Young... boy, you have read a lot. Do you know what this guy is talking about?"

Can you still speak?It seems that we can still communicate.

Domi put down the cross, recalled the mummy's words, and searched for relevant records in the memory palace.

The desert, the scorching sun, the miraculous villages, the thin mummies, it seems that they have not died completely after many years...

The combination of these keywords does not lead to any conclusion, but the tone and strange articulation reminded Duomi of a nation that once lived in the western desert of the main continent, called the Xisha clan.

At that time, they were very powerful and conquered the central part of the main continent, and then began to invade the east.

When attacking the northeast, they had fierce battles with the nomadic tribes in the north at that time. In the end, they were defeated because they were not acclimatized and their strength was weakened.

Perhaps they were descendants of those who were captured at that time.

The physical body of that nation is famous for being difficult to decay naturally. As long as the physical body is not completely destroyed, a trace of consciousness can be retained.

There are many similarities with the person in front of him now, otherwise Duomi would not be able to find a better reason to explain this thing.

He could understand the language, but he couldn't speak it.

The reason is that the way he talks is so weird, like everyone is Crazy Dave, and he doesn't want to be Crazy Dave.

"He said, 'Your house is obviously mine!' That's it."

After listening to this, Tuo'er thought thoughtfully: "Sure enough, reading more books makes a difference."

"Who asked you to pay attention to this!"

Domi stood up and tried to explain to him in sign language that because the sun was too strong outside, they just wanted to enjoy the cool air.

The mummy crawled out from the corner, and everyone could see it more clearly. Only a skeleton was left. Except for the tendons that controlled body movement, there was no excess meat and fat, and even the organs had long since decayed.

But even so, he is still alive, and no one can figure out why they are still alive.

"Ruirui comes ruai, Gulabibababo..."

"For outsiders, there is no way out here. There is no point in staying here. If you want to seek a chance of survival, go along the road to the village and go to the center. There is a replica palace there."

"Is there anything at the palace?" Domi gestured in sign language.

However, the mummy didn't seem to understand what was going on. He turned around and retreated into a small corner, no longer paying attention to them.

Duomi faced the team members:

"What should I say? Continue to spend these three days in this village, or go to the palace in the middle of the desert?"

Afu said: "You are the captain, no matter what decision you make, we will listen to you, right?"

The other two also nodded.

so...

"Since killing people can get more rewards, we'd better get moving and march towards the palace while searching for enemies."

"agree!"

Then he walked out of the house and searched the village but found nothing, and there was only one mummy in that house.

They left the village along the only path and headed into the depths of the vast desert.

In order to cope with the strong sunshine, Duomi made four cloaks out of slime and asked everyone to put them on, which could barely block the sun and flying sand.

I don't know how far they walked, but they discovered several 'players' wandering aimlessly one after another. Let's use players to refer to the outsiders who entered the ruins.

With the temptation of rewards, they are natural enemies. After meeting, there will be no chance for peace, whether it is an individual or a team.

Just like carnivores preying on other animals in nature, it is a naturally formed relationship.

So Duomi and the others would kill everyone they saw.

All the "heads" were given to Domi.

Because there is a saying that the higher the number, the better the reward. On the contrary, the smaller the number, no matter how much the reward is, it is garbage. Therefore, gathering strength to pile up one person's number is the optimal solution for the team.

The only doubt was that after Domi used the dagger to cut the opponent's neck, the feeling of the knife cutting through the flesh was too real.

The gravity of the corpse, the touch and temperature of the hot blood flowing between the fingers, are not virtual at all.

Thor guessed: "Maybe this is the magical place of this ruins."

"Maybe because this guy was eliminated so early, he has already complained to women in the women's branch."

"I hope so."

"But it doesn't matter even if he is really dead. Anyway, there is no shortage of people like him who will die in my hands."

Duomi just said casually, but he didn't expect that Tuo'er and Afu would look at him.

"Young man...it's a bit scary for you to say that..."

Chapter 134 Chapter 133 Boiling Sheep Can’t Do It

For Afu, Domi crashed into her life like a comet.

It was so mysterious from the beginning, with a strange mask and a silent black-robed attendant.

Even though she had known him for a while, she still knew very little about Domi and had never even seen his true face.

With such a person, it would be difficult for Afu to suppress her curiosity to explore him.

She wanted to go straight up and ask, 'What do you do for a living?'

But before that, they had to deal with the coming night and the black storm that was gradually forming in the distance.

The desert is no different from other terrains in that there is a huge temperature difference between day and night.

Maybe it's as hot as nine blazing suns during the day, but at night it's like several refrigerators surrounding you at [-] degrees, blowing sub-zero air-conditioning around you.

After all, it is said to be a song of ice and fire, so the temperature difference is naturally not that small.

Domicaocao felt it, and found that the highest temperature during the day was almost fifty degrees, which is enough to make someone autistic.

If the people in this world weren't generally stronger, a lot of people might have died if they came in.

And now that it has not completely entered the night, Duomi feels that it is about zero degrees, and the lowest temperature is conservatively estimated to be minus [-] degrees.

The temperature difference is a full eighty degrees, and it also encourages cannibalism. This kind of design is too hellish...

But we still have to bite the bullet and survive!

According to Duomi's instructions, only two of the tents brought were used.