When Shen Meng opened her eyes again, a cold touch was spreading from her spine to the back of her neck - she was once again forcibly dragged into this weird game called "Infinite Copy". One second, the dead bones that had broken out of the ground were barely sealed with blood-stained talismans in the hanging tire grave where the wraiths were roaring. The next second, there was a burning sensation under the feet, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed to a purgatory thousands of miles away. Poisonous Tongue was as awake as she was, and she couldn't help but curse. She raised her hand to wipe away the cold sweat on her forehead due to the high temperature, and glanced sharply around her.
This is a small town that has been drained of all moisture by the scorching sun. The cracked land resembles human faces twisted in pain, and the air is filled with a choking smell of dust. On the crooked wooden sign in the distance, the three faded characters "Shaijing Town" glowed strangely white under the strong light. Shen Meng quickly calmed down from the chaos of loading the dungeon, and her survivalist instinct allowed her to sort out the current situation: the improvised teammates were gathering in shock under a dead old locust tree. Some were covering their bleeding arms, while others were slumped on the ground gasping for air - obviously, everyone was thrown here from the edge of different death.
"Don't be stunned." Shen Meng's voice was filled with the usual coldness, like ice cubes thrown into boiling oil, instantly shattering the team's panic, "If you want to survive, remember two things: first, obey the rules absolutely; second, talk less and do more." She squatted down, picked up a handful of charred soil with her fingertips, put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed, a faint fishy sweet smell made her pupils shrink - this was a precursor to the onset of the thirst curse.
The rules of the copy were quickly written in red text...
