By the time the landlady finished speaking, Qing Huan, standing beside her, was already quite pale. Gu Mian saw his hair standing on end, his face ashen.
When they left the landlady's house, his steps were still unsteady, and he nearly fell, but Gu Mian was quick to catch and support him.
"If you're this easily scared, why enter an instance at all?" Gu Mian looked down at him.
The first time entering an instance was compulsory, but now, players should be entering voluntarily. It wasn't like someone was holding a gun to their head, forcing them in.
Qing Huan, his face white, replied, "To live, to not starve to death... to survive..."
He stammered, "D-don't you know? Outside the instances, near our homes, it's already chaotic. There are even people daring enough to commit home invasion robberies...
"You might think I'm exaggerating, but that's how it is. Some people roam the streets in gangs, robbing anyone they see.
