People have become accustomed to this situation. Over the past few hundred years, everyone has been growing from the initial panic to the calmness now.

"Brother, you're called Gu An, right? You're one minute late."

This is the opening remark that I have heard nine times.

At this time, there were warriors everywhere in front of the black vortex. These people were pathfinders, with the highest level no more than the second grade.

They are called Dead Warriors, also called Speculators, and others call them heroes.

Pathfinders attach great importance to the concept of time. Those who are late are generally not popular, which makes people feel that they have no sense of teamwork.

At this time, the hundreds of warriors present looked at Gu An with no friendly eyes.

"Okay, just come when the person comes. The old rules are, draw lots, and decide the order according to the numbers."

A chubby young man is holding hundreds of bamboo sticks in his hand.

Because the newly arrived space cracks are full of unknown crises, the probability of death that is the first to enter or the front is the highest, so the step of drawing lots is achieved. Life and death are all in one's destiny, no wonder anyone.

"No need to smoke, I'm the first to go."

Gu An walked forward calmly, and walked forward under the astonished gaze of everyone, leaving behind a grand back as majestic as the old father.
Chapter completed!