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Chapter 584 Gu Talk
There is also a small side door to the left of the main entrance.

There were few people around, and the lower classes who got off the trucks swarmed in through the small door.

Upon entering, there is a long corridor leading to a huge room at the end, which appears to be several hundred square meters in size.

The room resembled a university classroom, with rows of dilapidated desks and chairs lying across the room. The wall facing the door was not a wall, but a whole piece of dark red velvet, like a stage curtain.

This suggests they're being invited to a performance.

At that moment, Gu Mian heard the voice of the teacher behind the curtain.

"The audience will be entering soon, are all the seats arranged...?"

This was originally the waiting room, and the other side of the velvet cloth was the stage, from which they would go on stage to perform in a little while.

At this moment, 007 had already secretly moved closer to Gu Mian.

"The guy in the pink shirt recognized you when you got on the bus, didn't he?"

Although Gu Mian was wearing a mask, Killer Teacher still keenly sensed something. Fortunately, 007 threw a fake bomb, otherwise Gu Mian would have recognized Killer Teacher as a relative on the spot.

Gu Mian nodded gently: "I entered another instance before, and he was originally in that instance."

007 was silent for half a minute: "Then he must have been tortured by you, right?"

She suddenly felt that the white coat Gu Mian had given her was a little too hot to handle.

Gu Mian opened her mouth and chuckled dryly twice: "Haha, how could that be? All the NPCs who have met me think I'm a good person. Some NPCs even came out of the dungeon just to follow me on my travels..."

007 grinned and gave a few perfunctory laughs.

While the two exchanged awkward laughs as a sign of respect, everyone else sat quietly in their seats, craning their necks to stare at the red velvet cloth in front of them.

Gu Mian knew that Teacher Killer had brought the lower-class people here so they could perform on stage, but because he had cut in line, he didn't know the performance process or why these people were so excited.

Back then, the lower classes who were chosen to enter the killing game were terrified, unlike them.

Could it be that this circus offers generous performance rewards?

Gu Mian didn't believe that the upper class would offer any good rewards to the lower class; they simply didn't have that kind of enthusiasm.

The teacher was quite at ease with this group of people, as there were no security guards or surveillance personnel here, and he probably thought no one would try to escape.

Perhaps someone tried to escape before, but the outcome was not ideal.

007 lowered his head and whispered, "When I was in the carriage, I asked the other people some questions... You know they don't talk much, and I couldn't ask any stupid questions or I would expose my player identity, so I only asked a few questions and got some clues."
"This circus has been around for a long time, and it's considered one of the two most popular variety shows in the world, along with an entertainment program called Killing Game... Speaking of Killing Game, it sounds familiar, like I've seen it in an announcement."

Gu Mian stroked her chin: "It was indeed listed in the announcement."

007 glanced at him and continued, "The circus and the killing game have both existed for many years, even decades. The killing game was recently taken off the air due to an accident."

At this point, 007 stopped and stared at Gu Mian for a while, trying to see if she looked guilty.

Unexpectedly, this guy was completely open and honest, with an air of "my heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is just".

007's face twitched slightly as he continued, "This carnival at the circus only started three years ago. There was no such festival before. And the Killing Game has been off the air for less than a year. Because of the Killing Game's cancellation, this year's carnival is especially lively. It is said that those who come here to watch the carnival are mostly high-ranking officials and the like."

Are they all high-ranking officials?
An important NPC.

Then we should show them our talents even more!
Thinking of this, Gu Mian proudly puffed out her chest.

007 pinched her brow as she looked at Gu Mian's suddenly proud expression: "But we don't know what we're supposed to perform! If we go on stage and don't move like idiots, will we get stabbed to death on the spot?" Before entering the dungeon, she had carefully read the background information. In this world, the lower classes have no human rights and there is a high possibility that they will be stabbed to death on the spot.

“That’s certainly possible,” Gu Mian nodded in response. “These perverts probably really enjoy watching things like forked people.”

007's scalp tingled.

Just as she was touching her numb scalp, she heard Gu Mian's voice next to her: "I think the show later might involve carrying a little girl and doing 28 backflips."

007 asked in confusion, "What little girl?"

She looked up at Gu Mian curiously, only to see that Gu Mian was staring in one direction. Following his gaze, 007 saw that the end of his gaze was a lower-class person sitting in a dilapidated seat.

Everyone present was wearing a mask, so 007 couldn't see the person's face, but he could still make out their clothing.

He was wearing a tattered blue jumpsuit on top and a pair of drab gray capri pants on the bottom. Of course, capri pants weren't some kind of low-class fashion; they were simply ill-fitting, barely covering half of his calves.

The man's hair was uneven; it had been soaked by the rain last night and wasn't completely dry yet.

Beneath the disheveled hair was a dark green mask. Unlike the clown masks on Gu Mian and 007's faces, this person's mask was diamond-shaped, dark green overall, and decorated with intricate patterns. The mouth was pursed into a line, somewhat resembling a snake's head.

Whether it was from catching a cold last night or from being too excited, his fists were clenched tightly and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Looking down at his back, 007 felt he might have found the reason for his trembling.

There was someone on his back.

a little girl.

A deathly pale face and scarlet lips.

She was wearing a red dress, her arms tightly wrapped around the man's neck, her head pressed against the back of his neck, her face facing Gu Mian and the other person, a strange smile spreading across her face.

The others seemed oblivious to her, still absorbed in their own excitement.

007 stiffly turned his neck: "That doesn't seem to be a little girl!"

Gu Mian stroked her chin: "It should be a little female ghost?"

Don't describe it as so cute!
007 swallowed hard: "She's watching us."

Not long after entering the dungeon, he was targeted by a ghost. What an inauspicious start... 007 was lost in thought.

Gu Mian frowned; "There's a ghost in this instance."

"There would be a problem if there weren't any ghosts!"

“No,” Gu Mian shook her head, “I’ve been to this world before. I always thought that the only people who could pose a danger to players were the upper class. They would throw the lower class into extremely dangerous places. But even in the ‘forbidden zone’ that the upper class considered the most dangerous, there was only one ghost that posed no danger to people.”

It refers to the golden barrel cactus.

That lower-class person who yearned too much for the life of the upper class, even after death, was still striving to climb into high society.

"The only ghost in the forbidden zone last time was a mission NPC. Is it the same this time? Is she Louis?" Gu Mian stared at the girl with the pale face.

007 remembered Gu Mian's instructions: "So we're going to rush up and drag her down and beat her up right now?"

Hello, we are pigeons, we don't coo! (Serious face)

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