The Lord sent something to Jiang Che again?
Xiong Jie didn't say anything, just lowered his head silently. He didn't know what it was, but that didn't stop him from feeling jealous.
The groups of people were becoming clearer and clearer. Everyone lined up according to the color of their wristbands, forming several clusters.
Compared to the growing order inside the Dungeon, the live stream room was erupting into chaos.
The bus had stopped picking up new arrivals. It seemed the Lord up above had ordered it, and now even the bus driver stopped pretending about their scam.
At the entrance,
Viewers in the live stream saw a dozen humanoid models appear around the ticket vendor. Those humanoid posts sprouted fingers like the ticket vendor's own, densely packed like sea urchins, growing out with no gaps at all.
The fingers on top kept twitching, as if they had lives of their own.
