Global Collapse-Chapter 615 - 583: Murmuring and muttering_1

There was a small side door on the left of the main entrance.

Not many people were around this area, and the Lower Class People who alighted from the truck were squeezing through this small door.

Entering the door led to a long corridor, which ended in a huge room that seemed to span several hundred square meters.

This room was somewhat like a university classroom, with shabby tables and chairs arranged in rows. Instead of a wall, they were facing a vast swath of dark red velvet, like a stage curtain.

It looked like they were setting up for a performance.

Just then, Gu Mian heard the voice of Teacher Slaughter from behind the curtain.

"The audience will be arriving soon. Have the seats been arranged?…"

So this was the waiting room. The other side of the velvet curtain was the stage, and they would be performing from here soon.

At this point, 007 had already quietly sidled up to Gu Mian.

"The guy in the pink shirt recognized you when we were getting on the truck, didn't he?"

Despite Gu Mian wearing a mask, Teacher Slaughter had picked up on something. Fortunately, 007 had thrown a fake bomb; otherwise, Gu Mian and Teacher Slaughter would have had an awkward 'family reunion' right then and there.

Gu Mian nodded slightly. "I previously entered another instance. He was originally in that instance."

007 remained silent for half a minute. "Then you must have tormented him, right?"

She suddenly felt the white coat Gu Mian had given her was burning hot.

Gu Mian chuckled dryly. "Haha, how could that be? All the NPCs who've met me think I'm a good person. Some even wanted to leave their respective instances to roam the world with me…"

007 also forced a smile.

While the two exchanged awkward smiles as a sign of respect, the others sat quietly in their seats, craning their necks to look at the red velvet curtain up front.

Gu Mian knew that Teacher Slaughter had brought the Lower Class People here for the purpose of performing on stage, but since he had jumped the queue, he did not know the performance process, nor why these people were so excited.

Back then, the Lower Class People selected for the Slaughter Game were terrified, quite unlike these people.

Could it be that this Circus offers generous rewards for performing?

Gu Mian didn't believe the Upper Class People would offer any decent rewards to the Lower Class People; they weren't known for such kindness.

Teacher Slaughter seemed very confident about this group of people. There were no guards overseeing them, likely based on the assumption that no one would attempt to escape.

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

007 lowered her head and whispered, "When I was in the truck, I asked the others some questions... You know they don't talk much, and I couldn't ask anything too foolish, or I'd reveal my player identity. So, I just asked a few things hastily and got some clues. This Circus has been around for a long time, along with an entertainment program called the Slaughter Game. They're supposedly the two most popular shows in this world... Speaking of the Slaughter Game, it rings a bell. I think I've seen it on the bulletin."

Gu Mian touched his chin. "It was indeed on the bulletin."

007 looked at him and continued, "The Circus and the Slaughter Game have been around for many years, decades even. The Slaughter Game recently went off the air due to an accident."

As she said this, 007 stopped and stared at Gu Mian for a while, as if trying to catch a guilty expression.

Unexpectedly, this fellow looked completely unabashed, as if to say, "My heart and my actions are as clear as a bright mirror; all that I do is righteous."

007's face twitched as she continued, "This carnival of the Circus only started three years ago. There was no such festival before, and the Slaughter Game has been off the air for less than a year. Because the Slaughter Game went off the air, this year's carnival is exceptionally lively. It's said that those who come to watch the carnival are all high-ranking officials."

High-ranking officials?

Important NPCs. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Then I should really show them my talents!

With that thought, Gu Mian proudly straightened his chest.

Upon seeing Gu Mian's sudden pride, 007 rubbed her temples. "But we don't even know what we're supposed to perform! What if we get on stage and just stand there like idiots? Will we be forked to death on the spot?"

Before entering this instance, she had carefully read the background information. In this world, Lower Class People had no human rights, and the chances of being forked to death on the spot were high.

"That's certainly possible," Gu Mian nodded. "These perverts probably enjoy watching things like people being forked."

007's scalp tingled.

Just as she was touching her tingling scalp, she heard Gu Mian beside her say, "I think the performance later might be something like doing 28 consecutive backflips while carrying a little girl."

007 asked puzzledly, "What little girl?"

She looked up at Gu Mian, only to see him staring in a certain direction. Following his gaze, she saw a lower-class person sitting in a dilapidated seat.

All the people in the room wore masks, making it impossible for 007 to see the man's face, but she could make out his attire.

He wore shabby blue work clothes on his upper body and a pair of grubby cropped pants on the lower half. Of course, cropped pants were not a trend among Lower Class People; it was purely because the pants didn't fit, only reaching halfway down his calves.

His hair was uneven, still damp from being soaked in last night's rain.

Beneath his matted hair was a dark green mask, unlike the clown masks on Gu Mian and 007. His mask was diamond-shaped, dark green overall, and decorated with complex patterns. The mouth was a single, straight, pursed line, somewhat resembling a snake's head.

It was unclear if he had caught a chill the previous night or was overly agitated, but he clenched his fists tightly, his whole body trembling slightly.

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

There was a person on his back.

A little girl.

Pale face, blood-red lips.

She wore a red dress, her hands tightly wrapped around the man's neck. Her head was pressed sideways against the back of the man's neck, her face directly confronting Gu Mian and 007, splitting into a bizarre grin.

The others seemed to not notice her at all, still immersed in their own excitement.

007 stiffly turned her neck. "That doesn't seem like a little girl!"

Gu Mian stroked his chin. "A little female ghost, perhaps?"

Don't make it sound so cute!

007 swallowed hard. "She's watching us."

Targeted by a ghost so soon after entering the instance; this was truly an inauspicious start...

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

"Wouldn't it be a problem if there weren't any ghosts!"

"No," Gu Mian shook his head. "I've entered this world before. I always thought the only danger to players came from the Upper Class People. They would throw Lower Class People into extremely dangerous places. But even in what the Upper Class People considered the most dangerous 'forbidden zones,' there was only one ghost, and it was harmless to humans."

He was referring to Jin Hu.

That lower-class person who had yearned so intensely for the lifestyle of the Upper Class People that, even after death, they were still striving to climb the social ladder.

"So, the only ghost in the last forbidden zone was a mission NPC. Is it the same this time? Is she Lu Yi?" Gu Mian stared at the pale-faced girl.

007 recalled Gu Mian's instructions. "So, should we rush over now, pull her off, and give her a beating?"