69. Mu Su was lazy and didn't write it, it has nothing to do with my righteous path!
Mu Su, who is not afraid of being scolded at all, returns to the game.
In reality, the delay was less than ten minutes, but in the game, nearly an hour passed.
Four of the five teams that went out came back, each with one or two coordinates. There are not too many similar terrains in the town of Wanghaijiao... However, one team is missing an old man.
They are just missing, not solved. But if you don't help them, they will be close to death.
This poor team was cautious enough, but obviously lacked some luck. While walking in the fog, they accidentally came close to a twisted and dilapidated black house that looked like it was reflected in a distorting mirror.
The moment they discovered it, they backed away cautiously and tried to leave the yard, but they were still a step too slow, or... a lot too slow.
No matter whether they retreated, moved forward, left or right, they all desperately found that they were approaching the black cabin.
When this friend, Ghost Kizuna, woke up and became motionless, the other four teammates had been forced to walk into the black hut.
The door of the dark and cold room was open, and the friend ghost was feeling chilled all over his body. The only thing that made him feel at ease was that there were four players inside.
At least he doesn't need to face the unknown inside.
From the perspective of the other four players, they were standing in front of a dark red corridor that was twisted, unexpectedly spacious, and extended to the end of the line of sight.
Under the depressing tones, various things are placed on both sides of the corridor like art exhibitions, but they are also distorted and deformed like the black cabin.
The corridor twisted, like a twisted hollow tube. As it stretched forward, the ceiling turned into walls and then into the floor. The exhibits also deformed along with it.
It's as disorderly and chaotic as a dream.
At the orphanage, the players were discussing countermeasures. They couldn't ignore them while they were still alive. As they talked, they began to suggest that Mu Su should be allowed to go.
The person who made this suggestion was Wangwen Wenqie, who was familiar with Mu Su.
"Pooh!"
Mu Su spat at him.
Seeing that he was back, Wang Wenqie smiled and said: "With great power comes great responsibility. You are the only one among us who can do it."
Wang Wen Wen Qie made Mu Su feel very comfortable, and she hummed a few times with pride, which was deemed as her agreement.
The players went to the live broadcast room to inform the team to stay vigilant, and Mu Su set off with Ying Hua and the old wilting child who was tied up outside the orphanage.
…
Mu Su was on the way here at this time.
…
"It seems like there is nothing..." In the darkness in front of the corridor, Qingzhou Bo Xingren muttered softly.
Mao Jiu looked around the dark surroundings cautiously and replied in a low voice: "Evil spirits will never invite us as guests."
There was nothingness behind them. Even if there might be a door behind them, no one would dare to reach out and touch it.
"I'm serious... I want to go see it, and isn't Mu Su coming?" Just like the brainless supporting characters in all horror movies, Qingzhou Hakuto's inner curiosity drove him to become this kind of person.
The other three looked like they were stupid.
The third round of the Death Tournament is coming to an end, and these people can advance to the fourth round at any time. Is there any need to take risks at this time...?
When Qingzhou Hakuto slowly approached, the dark-haired boy in the team's face moved slightly, and he whispered: "Wait for me."
"That's great, I'm a little scared to be alone." Qingzhou Bo Xingren breathed a sigh of relief, stopped and waited for the black-haired boy to approach obediently, and then walked into the red-lit corridor together.
"What are they thinking?" Dream looked at the two people's backs and frowned. He couldn't understand this operation.
Mao Jiu understood and tilted his head and said: "Qingzhou Bo Xingren's title is to dig graves. Maybe he found some props in the corridor."
He moved his gaze towards the booths one after another, feeling a little curious in his heart.
"Sounds good, won't you go?"
Dream's question woke up Mao Jiu, who was slightly in a daze. He chuckled a few times: "I won't go. It would be stupid to use props with unknown attributes to change your future. When you get into the fourth round, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room and the rewards will be
Not much more cost-effective than props.”
Dream thinks it makes perfect sense and is speechless.
The man from Qingzhou and the black-haired boy walked to the first booth in the corridor, chatted for a while and walked to the second booth.
Qingzhou Hoshi's skills may be somewhat limited. He can only tell the general direction but not the specifics. The two paused briefly at each booth. After the fourth platform, the ground turned into horns. They spread their legs and walked a few meters, and then jumped to
on a sloping wall.
They walked farther and farther, going round and round...
At this time, Mu Su was still on the way.
…
A minute later, Mu Su rushed outside the wooden fence of the black hut.
Sakura holds the torch high to disperse the thick fog around her.
The outline of the twisted black hut appeared in the yard, and there was a poor player who was only two or three meters away from the door and did not dare to say a word.
Mu Su stood still, straight to the point, raised his crutch and shouted: "Listen to the evil spirits inside! You are already surrounded by us! If you don't want to offend me and end up like this, release the hostages as soon as possible! I repeat it again! The evil spirits inside
Listen—"
After repeating it perfunctorily, Mu Su twisted his face and roared, swung his crutch: "Fire!!!"
Ying Hua, who looked heroic, nodded, opened her gray robe, and the seven or eight torches tied around her waist were immediately revealed.
She pulled one out, ignited it, and threw it towards the Twisted Cabin.
Mu Su crossed his arms and his eyes flickered, as if he had seen a scene of blazing fire.
The torch whirled and hit the eaves, then rolled down into the yard.
"Yingzi, you fucking hit it on time, and when you're done, I'll reward you with half a catty of sweet potato roast!"
Ying Hua pursed her lips angrily, blew out two puffs of white air from her nose, and then pulled out a torch and lit it.
Before she could throw it out, something happened in the Twisted Shack.
Several silhouettes stumbled out of the door.
The other party gave in at first.
Dream and Mao Jiu were safe and sound, but it was Qingzhou Bo Xingren and the black-haired boy who followed...
The players who witnessed this scene felt their scalp numb and looked away due to deep discomfort.
The chaotic and disorderly pitch-changing sounds came from their strange voices, seeming to be complaining to Musu.
These are two... two twisted and folded figures. Like snail shells and tree rings, the noodle-like bodies twist inward, a total of three times. Half of the cross-section of the face and exposed teeth can be faintly seen.
Only one pair of feet was safe.
They didn't seem to notice their problem at all.
"Evil..." Mu Su's little face wrinkled with disgust, and he yelled towards the black hut: "It's not easy for you either. Let's talk about how you can eat these two back! We don't want them anymore!"
"簌...hee...ha..."
The two chilling figures said something, and the other three people walked away from him and exited the yard, hesitatingly asking Mu Su: "Do we really want to do this?"
Although their appearance is several times uglier than the most disgusting evil spirits, the fat and wilted old man with eyes all over his body is also prettier than them.
Mu Su waved his hand nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, they have a grudge against me anyway, and you can see that they are neither humans nor ghosts, and they look like they are mentally polluted. What if they take them back and scare other children? They also scare the flowers and plants."
Okay..."
The rest are all excuses, mainly to hold grudges. ()
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