When that long string of system notifications ended, the world's remaining 215 chat channels, which had been flooded with messages all night, fell silent.
It was as if someone had pressed pause, plunging them into a brief lull.
Only after a moment did they snap back to their senses.
A survivor named Wang Haoxiang said, "Holy shit! The new event starts in an hour! Stop fucking arguing and get ready for the new instance!"
The others quickly chimed in as well:
"This isn't up to you. You can refuse, but think carefully about the consequences yourselves," said the middle-aged man in a black suit.
"Thanks." Ning Xiao did not stand on ceremony. Taking the teacup, he was greeted by a fragrant aroma. Though Ning Xiao knew little about tea, he could still tell that this cup was a rare treasure in the mortal world, so he drained it in one gulp.
The masked youth's pupils contracted. At that moment, his focused mental power detected an excellent escape route.
After all, whenever distinguished guests came in the past, Jia Ping would only greet them briefly. He had never said so much as he did today.
The reason he could control the zombies was that they still had talismans stuck to them, and he was capable of controlling them through those talismans.
Liao Wusheng's facial muscles twitched slightly. Su Fan's method of killing made him feel somewhat sick.
On New Year's Eve, everyone got up early in the morning. The whole house had been decorated in a festive atmosphere, with lanterns and couplets all in place.
Qing Lan had come at the invitation. Perhaps because she had seen the discord between Mama Chang and Mama Xu several times, she came alone this time. This gesture of goodwill restored Mama Xu's former affection,