Mu Su, Kallen, Transparent Bridge, Lord Grim, Wen Xiang, Blazing God, and Ying Hua came together for an intense and exciting group run in the renovated abandoned Wanghai Cliff hut.
"Tell me about that incident." Throwing the dice back into the bowl, Transparent Bridge bumped into Mu Su with his shoulder and asked teasingly.
They agreed that after the group run, each of them would talk about something that he or she feels embarrassed about now.
On the opposite side, Karen felt like she was struck by lightning. She got up and ran over to squeeze in between the two of them, staring at the transparent bridge with anger.
"Which one?" Mu Su was still pretending to be confused.
"This is the dream of your failure, the rare defeat of our Great Demon King Musu." Transparent Bridge bumped Kallen's shoulder, and the delicate Kallen fell into Musu's arms.
Mu Su gently smoothed Karen's hair and replied: "Are you talking about the dream that scared you half to death?"
"...another one."
"Um..." Musu stopped stroking his palms and fell into reminiscing.
A dull narration sounded in the lively hut.
Yinghua dragged her chin and asked bit by bit: "So, in this nightmare, you encountered something indescribable...or the arrival of the Old Ones?"
Mu Su nodded.
"Well, those ten people from thousands of years ago were really a bunch of unlucky people." Wen Xiang muttered.
Just like the ancient evil gods are keen on collecting scary characters and turning them into dreams, the Unspeakable Thing is also keen on turning the contents of the main world into dreams. In other words, the dreams in the Unspeakable Thing worldview are very likely to be real.
Passed.
Therefore, those ten real survivors could retrieve the map and get away from the abyss as long as they survived that night, but in the end, they were hit by an avatar.
How pitiful it is that those are just ten ordinary people.
"Who's next?" Jun Moxiao asked happily as he watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal.
Inexplicably, everyone looked at the taciturn Blazing God.
The big guy, who is more powerful than two people occupying the space, replied with a straight face: "I secretly wore women's clothing when I was a kid... You don't have to look at it this way, everyone has a brain trance sometimes."
A burst of laughter and noise spread from the hut and echoed over the Dead Sea...
…
Silhouettes lower their heads to greet their supreme presence.
In the dark world, the unique light gray cloak floats.
Occasionally someone would wonder what was under the cloak, and anyone who saw the real thing would go crazy to death.
There is no wind in the dead silence, and heavy black shadows surround the call, surrounding the light gray cloak.
Suddenly, a burst of very fast curses came from the cloak: "I think I have told you more than once how you idiots should summon me correctly, but you never seem to remember it. Not only did you use the wrong spell
, and he didn’t summon me on a cloudy day, and he didn’t build a high tower. I’m so bad at summoning that I can’t even stand it anymore... Listen, I’ll say it again, listen!”
In front of a crowd of silhouettes, this talkative gray cloak chanted loudly with a tone of hatred.
Listen to my call——
The King of Endless Void——
Star Mover——
A solid foundation——
The Controller of Earthquakes——
The terrifying conqueror——
The creator of pain——
Destroyer——
The glorious victor——
Sons of Void and Chaos——
Guardian of the Abyss——
The original god of darkness——
Lord of Dimensions——
The enigmatic wise man——
Keeper of secrets——
Lord of the Labyrinth——
Master of angles——
God of Nighthawk——
The final tip——
The Lord of the Gate——
Pathfinder——
The Almighty and Eternal Lord of the Beginning—
Umer Yat Tawer——
iak sathath!——
Yog Sotho——
nafl fthagn——
Your servants call to you—
"Remember?"
After shamelessly saying a bunch of prefixes, the cloak turned to the black-robed figure.
There was dead silence.
"Let's pay a visit to the owner of this place." Cloak helplessly shrugged his shoulders and looked at the closed wooden door.
It sensed a familiar breath filling the air behind the door...
Hundreds of silhouettes of different shapes gathered together turned towards the camp, approaching...
…
Bang——
The sound of impact coming from a hundred meters away was like ringing in the hearts of the players.
Bang——
The sound gets louder every time.
The players became nervous again, and the torches on the wall were even shaking.
"I have an ominous feeling..." Tangtang muttered deliciously.
"Then don't say it." Mumu glanced angrily.
Haililijiang sounded worried: "Will Mu Susu be okay?"
"..." The players were speechless. And Mu Susu... have you even gone to read "The Legend of Mu Susu"!
Jiuyue Fuxing and the others' hearts trembled. They were going to suffer this kind of tone... Could this player be transformed into a dependent by Mu Su?
Bang——
Sawdust flew and splinters shot out from the edges.
The dilapidated wooden door is crumbling.
The light gray cloak was floating by the door, waiting quietly for the servant to open the wooden door.
Click——
With the last impact, the wooden door fell apart. Everything in the tenth room was revealed to the gray-robed figure.
It was a wooden chair that was slightly invisible in the darkness. A figure was sitting on it, and a substantial darkness filled the figure.
"You broke down my door, rat."
On the wooden chair, a cold voice sounded.
In that silhouette, his legs were folded together, his elbows were resting on both sides of the armrests of the wooden chair, his hands were intertwined in front of him, covering his thin lips and chin, and his eyes as deep and cold as the abyss were staring quietly outside the door.
of all of you.
"I was imprisoned for ten thousand years and expelled from my hometown. Now you dare to break into my territory, you are asking for your own death!"
The light gray cloak said suspiciously: "You are obviously a human being... so what does your relationship have to do with collecting?"
As the second uncle’s most considerate little cotton-padded jacket, Mu Su certainly knew who the collector was referring to.
Mu Su proudly gave a thumbs up and compared himself: "Then my second uncle!"
The force that had been built up before collapsed instantly.
"Who is your uncle?"
Mu Su was startled and fell into thought.
Who is my uncle...? I don’t have an uncle... That’s right... If I don’t have an uncle, how come I have a second uncle...
He gradually fell into confusion.
"So he's a purebred human dependent... interesting.
The light gray cloak looked at Mu Su and made a comment. It dropped its gaze behind Mu Su, and saw the group of fearful and nervous figures as if through layers of obstacles.
"Are you with that group of people?"
The light gray cloak asked curiously.
Mu Su came back to his senses, shook his head subconsciously and nodded quickly: "We are companions!"
If other players are here, they will definitely be happy because they can actually communicate!
After Sleeping is not a linear game. Even the most direct main task must have more than one way to pass it.
And the fact that enemies can communicate means that there is more than one way. They can stall for time, beg for mercy, or even join in. As long as one of them can survive until dawn, the level will be cleared.
It's a pity that they are not here, so——
Mu Su stretched his arms flat, raised his index finger, and shouted loudly: "Come here!!!"
