A Half-Formed Dungeon

Luo Ping's face was practically frozen.

He suddenly couldn't help but laugh. "What Evil God lackey? Who told you I was an Evil God lackey?"

The people opposite him were startled by his laughter.

Then the leader said with a grave expression, "As expected, he's an Evil God lackey. He can still laugh after being captured—this kind of crazed behavior is something I've only ever seen in lunatics."

Luo Ping truly wanted to curse out his entire family.

Huang Bei, on the other hand, was much calmer. He surveyed their surroundings.

The others also carried anomalous auras, but compared to Luo Ping and Huang Bei, their auras were far more chaotic.

It did not feel much like Contract Anomalists. They were very likely Anomaly Tamers.

Since they were Anomaly Tamers, that meant there were anomalies here as well.

Then they definitely had not transmigrated.

Of course, some worlds also had anomalies. There was too little information to make any conclusions.

As for why they did not think this was a game Dungeon, it was because they had not heard any system notifications ever since arriving.

Since there had been no system notification, this was not a Dungeon.

After all, if one was supposed to clear a Dungeon, it had to provide the conditions for clearing it. Otherwise, how would anyone know how to clear it?

As an Anomaly Tamer recruited by the authorities, Chen Qingcheng had a violent temper.

And because of certain things that had happened before, he was especially concerned about Evil Gods and Evil God believers.

In his view, anyone connected to an Evil God deserved the death penalty.

"Enough, there's no need to ask any more questions. Their mouths are too tight—they won't reveal any intelligence. Keeping them is like keeping bombs around; they could explode