typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

70. The Unspeakable Comes

The two players began to squirm towards the outside of the courtyard. Mu Su looked at her with burning eyes and shouted to the Twisted House: "Either you take these two monsters in, or I take you in, you choose one!"

Yinghua cooperated and opened her robe again, revealing the torch on her waist that was a silent threat.

Suddenly, the two squirming twisted human figures let out strange screams of terror and were sucked back into the hut.

Bang!

The wooden door slammed shut.

"Oh my god, I got sucked in." Mu Su exclaimed in a pretentious manner.

Done and call it a day.

Dream and Mao Jiu breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really bad luck. I was targeted by an evil spirit. Fortunately..."

Before he could say his thanks, Mu Su had already turned around and stared at them: "As the squad leader, I have to tell you. Why does it bully you instead of bullying others? Before filing a complaint, consider what you didn't do well!"

Teach the three people who were incomprehensible a lesson, and Mu Su and them stay within the same route.

Back at the orphanage, the children here are still discussing the best location.

Mu Su was too lazy to listen to them and ran to the far end of the auditorium to sit down.

After discussing and arguing for more than ten minutes, they determined the location. It was two hundred meters northeast of the orphanage, some distance from the dungeon.

There happens to be a drying square, surrounded by houses.

After determining the location, players get busy, collect kerosene, water, and firewood, and move to the square.

The players in the dungeon pay more attention to them than anyone else. No matter which side the evil spirits deal with first, the other side will advance directly.

The busy sounds echoed in Kuangkuang Orphanage, reaching the corner where Mu Su was, leaving only indistinguishable messy echoes.

He put his fingers into his mouth and was picking at his teeth.

Click.

There was a small sound, and Mu Su was startled, and he took out a tooth from his mouth.

There was a piece of flesh attached to the tooth, and the flesh had rotted away.

It’s not just as simple as losing teeth.

Mu Su rolled his eyes and was about to throw his teeth behind him, when a palm suddenly stretched out in front of him.

"Take it out."

Yinghua sat up from the bed next to her and stretched out her hand towards Musu.

Mu Suqing didn't want to put the teeth in her palm, and then opened his mouth to show her: "I'm just old enough to have my teeth replaced. If you don't believe me, look at it, ah~"

Ying Hua just has an out-of-touch personality, not stupidity. Of course she knows why Mu Su lost his teeth. Looking at his face that was gradually turning green and thin, she sighed softly and said, "I'll go find some more bandages."

"Okay." Mu Su honestly shut his mouth and refused to refute.

Although he is very confident that he will be handsome and beautiful as a ghoul, but who wants to become ugly?

The ground at Wanghaijiao was completely abandoned, and all the townspeople moved to the dungeon. At this time, only the entrance to the dungeon was guarded by some townspeople on the ground.

There are also a group of children in the orphanage.

It was already the last moment, and the players no longer restrained themselves. The two hundred meters from the orphanage to the square were covered with torches, and the players were going back and forth, carrying all kinds of materials that would be used soon.

The diameter of the circular square is 50 meters, which is enough to set a house on fire without being affected.

Just in case, they piled a circle of firewood inside the square just in case.

Time passes, from early morning to noon, from noon to afternoon, and from afternoon to dusk.

Except for the Twisted House, nothing happened in the dungeon and the square, and no evil spirits appeared. Even the old wilting child disappeared inexplicably.

The calmness suppressed the terror that was about to break out.

As dusk approached, all players retreated to the square, holding torches and standing on the edge, waiting for the coming darkness.

The plot that happened after that took a turn for the worse. Compared with it, the fog and night seemed out of place.

"What is that?"

A cry of surprise echoed in the empty square. The players raised their heads in surprise and saw an unbelievable scene.

The fog is dissipating. At this moment, countless players are looking towards the coastline. A pure black line that looks like the evil in this world descends from the dome.

After a few seconds, it fell into the Dead Sea.

Like a drop of thick, viscous ink dripping into clear water, they saw an endless, substantial darkness coming toward them.

Ink is poured onto the scroll, and everything in its path disappears.

The person in the painting ran away in fear.

“Light the house on fire!!!”

Hoarse shouts resounded throughout the square, and the players woke up as if from a dream, throwing torches into the kerosene-drenched wooden huts in fear.

The flames swept up and licked their faces, but everyone felt it was too slow.

The players retreated to the square in fear. They had no confidence that the house could protect them even for a minute, so they lit another fire in the inner circle.

The flames burned, and the players circled in the center raised their heads, looking blankly as darkness enveloped the sky.

At that moment, they felt that their enemy was the world.



Dungeon, one of the crowded rooms.

One player returned to the game sweating profusely and raised his head in fear.

The next moment, boundless darkness submerged him.

The torch had no effect at all, and for a short moment, there was no sound from the dungeon.



Darkness fell on the square, blocking out the sun and rushing towards the burning house. It rose more than ten meters, and the blazing flames faded away, decomposed, and became the size of a match like a docile sheep.

But it did block the darkness for less than a second.

"We can't hold on anymore!!!"

The moment darkness fell, a player screamed.

"But we won."

The darkness swallowed them up together with the fire in the inner circle, and all the chaotic sounds disappeared in an instant, leaving only the last sentence.

This world has fallen into the darkness of despair.

It's dead.



The players gradually lost consciousness, and after half a minute of darkness, they entered the ending animation.

They saw a black sun hanging high in the sky, a thin and pure black line extending to the sea, and only Lun Kun was left on the horizon.

In this scene, countless whispers of chanting mixed with singing echoed.

[Look to the sky, high up. The time has come for the stars to return to their positions]

【The past is gone, the end is coming. The indescribable thing wakes up】

[They will return, and humans will be frightened. When they return, they hope to return to darkness]

【Madness will rule fear and pain】

[Ignorance and stupidity become the new masters]

[Where they are, they are the rules]

【Star shining and hot, boiling and trembling】

[The abyss is still dead, cold and silent]

[Rising from the bottom of the sea, emerging from the ground, descending from the sky, emerging from the abyss, they are everywhere]

[The indescribable thing...arrived]

The song ended and the scene gradually darkened.

All the players breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like they had had a long dream.

The third round of the twists and turns of the confusing death tournament has officially ended. The rankings will be announced at noon tomorrow.

At this moment, a few more lines of subtitles emerged from the darkness.

I thought it was fake, but it seemed real. You thought it was real, but it seemed fake.

I thought it was true, but it turned out to be false. You thought it was false, but it turned out to be true.

a scam except them

——Lord of Dreams()

Please remember the first domain name of this book:.:


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next