"The rules of burial"... Was this instance set in the Republican era??
Inside the Player Space.
Browsing forums can be addictive.
Xu Xi didn't know how long he had been scrolling, but when he came to his senses, the three white lights beside him were still floating in the air.
He closed the panel, intending to check the rewards first.
In reality, he simply didn't want to see any more posts about him.
It's because there's a genuine sense of awkwardness in watching someone you know show off.
And that acquaintance was himself.
Xu Xi raised his hand and summoned the three balls of white light, a slightly cool touch landing on his palm.
As he thought of it, the white light gradually dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the three Items.
The first item is a small glass hourglass that can be hung around the neck. It is only half a finger long, and the sand inside is almost transparent, shimmering with tiny points of light like stardust, quietly accumulating at the bottom.
At the same time, Xu Xi also learned about its function.
By actively reversing this hourglass, the current state within a certain radius around the holder can be reverted to what it was like one minute ago.
It's somewhat like time travel, but not exactly the same.
Time itself is not actually reversed; it's just that the state of matter, energy, and even living things within the area is forcibly overwritten to one minute ago.
The cost is that the sand in the hourglass will gradually become duller with each inversion, until it completely loses its luster, at which point the hourglass will be destroyed.
Not bad.
He then looked at the second item.
A single crystal lens, when worn, can temporarily distort or obscure the perception of a target.
The effect is less pronounced for targets with higher intelligence and stronger willpower; use once every 24 hours.
It's alright.
He then looked at the last item.
A worn-out small ceramic piggy bank, its opening sealed with wax, makes a strange, rustling sound when shaken.
Its function is to allow the holder to actively store the negative status they are currently suffering (such as poisoning, curse, weakness, or even misfortune) and temporarily exempt them from its effects.
The jar can store a maximum of three negative states. Each time a negative state is stored, a crack will be added to the jar until it is completely broken.
Not bad.
Xu Xi tossed the three Item in her hands.
If he hadn't Rollback, these Items would indeed have been exceptionally good for him.
Even so, it may play an unexpected role at certain crucial moments.
He put away the newly acquired Items and reopened the panel. Sure enough, the Items section had changed.
"Items possessed: Pure-White Wedding Candy, Flower-Paper Wedding Candy, 2 x 10 yuan ghost money bills, fruit knife, mobile phone, Time-Reversing Sands, Cognitive Overwrite Mirror, and Misfortune-Sealing Piggy Bank"
Suppressing the urge to click on the forum, Xu Xi reminded herself.
You can never finish browsing all the forums, but you can always climb all the stone steps.
My gaze swept over the simple icon below, its shimmering light seemingly carrying a silent allure.
He took a deep breath, forcibly shifted his gaze, and silently chanted in his mind, "Go to the Dungeon, go to the Dungeon."
Only 501 floors left to go.
He must work hard! He must reach the top!
If Xu Xi had previously approached this so-called God Hunt Game with some tentative steps and a tendency to follow the crowd, now, this concrete, measurable number has completely ignited his dormant fighting spirit.
A somber, leaden-gray cloud hung low over the dark blue-green tiled eaves. Fine rain, like silk threads, silently soaked the smooth backs of the two stone lions in front of the door, and also dampened the seven figures outside the door with their different expressions.
Xu Xi greeted the other six people who were scrutinizing her, she was also scrutinizing them.
Four men and two women.
The first one was a young man who looked quite young, with short black hair and two silver earrings on his right earlobe. He looked around and seemed a bit restless.
The second person was a young woman with long hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, who appeared calm and composed.
The third one was a chubby man, smiling, and didn't look very old.
The fourth girl had a ponytail, wheat-colored skin, and a short scar on her left eyebrow.
The fifth person was a man with a buzz cut and a somewhat fierce-looking face.
The last young man had a rather artistic air about him, with a bun tied at the back of his head.
Xu Xi suddenly noticed that they were all wearing either cheongsams, long gowns and mandarin jackets, or modified student uniforms.
He looked down and saw that the dark blue long robe fit him perfectly.
... Is this Dungeon from the Republican era??
Xu Xi looked up and saw a tightly closed, mottled vermilion gate, and above it, a plaque that had become even darker from being washed by the rain, bearing two large, flamboyant characters: Shen Residence.
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[Here we go! Reserve your spot!]
[Wait a minute? Doesn't Xu Xi get a few more days of rest? How come he's already in Dungeon right after finishing the Mixed-Team Competition?]
I would call 248 the number one model worker.
[Perhaps for him, running Dungeons is just a pastime?]
[Wait, those guys over there look familiar... Holy crap! Hang Ze??]
[Yu Hao here too?]
[And there are Xing Ge, Shi Weiwei, Lin Zuo, and Tang Shutong, all ranked around 60th or 70th!]
[Wanla, how come Hang Ze is in the same book as Xu Xi? I hope his bad luck doesn't infect my boss.]
[... Is this kid going to mutate this Dungeon again?!]
[A mutated bag (looking weathered while lighting a cigarette. jpg)]
[248+ Hang Ze's epic bad luck... I suddenly don't dare to think about it]
[Hang Ze, please restrain yourself this time. Don't touch anything or say anything inappropriate, okay? Don't force me to kneel down and beg you.]
[Plague God Bro: Not even a bird would give you the time of day]
Hey buddy, remember to stay away from that guy with the earring across from you! Something's off about him! He's really unlucky!
Those who had witnessed Hang Ze's bad luck were frantic in the comments, wishing they could jump into the screen to warn Xu Xi and the other players to stay away from that unlucky guy.
Despite being incredibly unlucky in every Dungeon, always managing to step on the most outrageous landmines, and even single-handedly raising the bizarreness and danger of the Dungeons by an order of magnitude, he somehow always manages to survive to the end unscathed.
[I'm not afraid of 248 Shining Players, so why would I be afraid of Hang Ze? There's definitely no problem... probably, maybe, possibly]
[If your tone weren't so hesitant, it might have comforted me:)]
[Now I just hope that Boss Xu Xi's aura is strong enough to ward off this kid's bad luck... (hands clasped together. jpg)]
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Inside the Dungeon.
The boy wearing the earring, Hang Ze, inexplicably shrank his neck.
He felt a chill run down his spine.
He looked up at the tightly closed gate of the house in front of him and muttered to himself, "This house looks very eerie."
He glanced around at everyone again, and when his gaze landed on Xu Xi, who was wearing a dark blue long robe, his eyes lit up immediately. "Dude, you look pretty handsome in that outfit, and you seem reliable!"
Xu Xi: "...?"
At this moment, the comments section erupted in a screeching sound like groundhogs.