Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 270 Opening the Coffin (Congratulations on the birth of the first leader of this book!)

After being warned, Wei Miao was not panicked.

Since she dared to test it like this, she must have anticipated the situation.

There is one thing that Masquerade deserves praise for.

Anything not explicitly written in the rules is considered an implicit rule. If you accidentally violate an implicit rule, you will not be punished immediately, but will be given a warning or reminder first.

In other words, what is not prohibited by the rules is not necessarily compliant, and what is non-compliant will definitely be given a chance to reform.

This gives players the capital to trial and error, and to wildly test the edge of violation.

After that, Wei Miao changed her target. She flew back to the center of the Requiem Field, Blessing Square.

The statue of the Silent Death stands guard at the center of the Blessing Square, with the church and the mayor's house on both sides.

The church is still inaccessible, and once she tries to cross the wall, a warning will pop up.

[Warning: In the Requiem Realm, Soul Hunters are not allowed to enter the territory of Virginia Holy Cathedral, otherwise they will bear the consequences at their own risk.]

The unspoken consequences are even more daunting.

Wei Miao had no intention of challenging the ban. The system's prompts were always fair, and most of the things it banned were extremely disadvantageous to the players.

She also didn't dare throw a crow feather blade in, as that would be a provocation.

There should be some kind of agreement between the Silent Death and the Blessing Angel. If she breaks this tacit understanding, it is hard to say whether the Silent Death will protect her.

Standing in front of the statue, Wei Miao looked at the quiet fountain beneath it.

She sometimes pays attention to some insignificant little things that no one cares about because they are so common.

Walking to the edge of the pool, Wei Miao leaned over and put his hand into the dark water.

The water in the pool has a sticky feel and it is difficult to create waves.

My entire arm was immersed in the biting cold, and my fingertips couldn't touch anything, as if I had lost consciousness.

Wei Miao pulled her arm out, and water drops rolled off her cloth-wrapped arm and leather sleeves. When she completely withdrew her hand, there was no trace of moisture on her body.

A strange and weird substance.

It was difficult for the mutated hands to scoop up a handful of pool water perfectly, so Wei Miao simply used the small depression in the palm of his hand to collect a little water and poured it onto the ground.

The black water splashed onto the ground and, under Wei Miao's gaze, evaporated quickly like an executed soul, until no trace remained.

"It's hard to tell what this substance is. It seems harmless to the soul." Wei Miao thought.

At this point, the exploration of the soul-resting field has come to a temporary end.

When Wei Miao wanted to travel back to reality, driven by instinct, she held the giant sickle in both hands and swung it in the air with force.

A two-meter-long dark crack appeared in the space in front of him.

With a thought, Wei Miao turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the crack.

As the rift closed, in the real Sabo town, the Soul Hunter emerged from a crack invisible to ordinary people and hovered in front of the statue of the goddess in the Blessing Square.

Below, the traveler's body was nowhere to be seen. Logically, the soul was dragged into the realm of requiem, and the real body should be in a state of suspended animation.

But now even the people were gone. Perhaps the patrolling city guards dragged them away, or perhaps it was the work of the church.

Wei Miao looked back at the statue and did not try to break into the church.

In the Requiem Realm, home of the Silent Death God, you cannot trespass into a church without permission, and it is even more impossible in the real town, home of the Blessing Angel.

Under the cover of night, the shadowy crows flew towards Beavis Cemetery.

"The great astrologer Hatu Dan predicted the coming of the great catastrophe, but he died suddenly the day after the disaster. Either he was simply overworked, or he knew too much and was silenced."

With the speed of a soul hunter, Wei Miao quickly arrived at the cemetery area. At this moment, the carved gate was heavily locked, refusing the arrival of all visitors.

At the edge of the iron fence is the gravekeeper's hut, with bright yellow light shining through the glass windows.

Wei Miao ignored all obstacles and landed in the center of the cemetery - in front of Hatu's tomb.

The surroundings were cool and quiet, with not a single living person in sight.

"Hatu knows some of the inside stories of the Cataclysm and is an excellent source of information. If there really is such a thing as a notebook, it would be great. But after hundreds of years, I don't know how much content the notebook can still preserve."

Although the Soul Hunter is in the form of an invisible ghost, it actually has a physical body and can interact with things.

Wei Miao was finally ready to attack Hatu's tomb.

The tomb is located under the rectangular stone railing in front of the tombstone, and the stone railing is actually the coffin lid.

The stone railing is a rectangular shallow groove. You can shovel soil into the groove and plant some flowers and plants for decoration.

But half of the stone railing is underground, and in order to move it, the surrounding soil must be dug up.

She might need to "borrow" some tools from the gravekeeper.

Although the ghost form is invisible, it has a collision volume and is almost the same as when it has a physical body.

Arriving at the brightly lit cottage, Wei Miao pushed open the half-open door and saw the gravekeeper sitting at the table studying classics.

This is a quiet old man, wearing rimless glasses, with white hair and beautiful beard, and he looks knowledgeable.

He thought it was the wind that blew open the door. When he took off his glasses and was about to stand up, Wei Miao had already walked to his side and the illusory giant sickle swept across his body.

The connection between his soul and body was briefly severed, and the separation of soul and body caused him to fall into an unconscious sleep.

The old man's upper body fell on the desk, and he would probably feel back pain when he woke up.

Wei Miao does not have the memory of a soul hunter, but there is a mysterious "bond" between the weapon and its master. Simply put, after being partners for a long time, you will know how to use the knife as soon as you hold the handle.

The long-term physical memory has settled into instinct, which is convenient for Wei Miao.

Some tools are piled up in the corner of the hut, including shovels, crowbars, hammers, etc. After all, the gravekeeper has to do daily maintenance of the cemetery.

Wei Miao took the necessary tools and returned to the grave.

From an outsider's perspective, a pile of tools were floating in the air, rising and falling regularly, which was very strange.

Ten minutes later, Wei Miao dug up the soil around the coffin lid.

The stone coffin lid was very heavy and there were plants planted on top, so the edge was much higher than an ordinary coffin lid, so Wei Miao had to dig deeper.

The coffin was embedded in the ground, and she didn't have the time and energy to dig out the entire coffin, so she stopped when she could see a gap between the coffin body and the coffin lid.

Wei Miao squatted on the ground and pressed down the crowbar in an awkward position to widen the gap and loosen the coffin lid.

After repeating it several times in different positions, Wei Miao estimated that the gap he pried open was large enough to insert his claws.

So she threw the crowbar aside, grabbed the edge of the coffin lid with both hands, and pushed hard to the other side.

No one else would be able to lift the coffin lid weighing hundreds of pounds, but for a soul hunter with a strength attribute of 3, it is not impossible.

In an instantaneous burst of power, accompanied by a dull friction sound, the coffin lid was lifted up, at a 45-degree angle to the coffin body, and slid to one side.

The shrubs and flowers inside the stone railing shook off some branches and leaves due to the vibration, but fortunately they did not fall over.

Wei Miao quickly looked around and found that the loud noise did not attract anyone else.

Her hands were still supporting the coffin lid, not completely overturning it.

With his night vision, Wei Miao looked down into the coffin and was able to catch a glimpse of the great astrologer who had been dead for many years.

Thanks to the leader of Ling Feifei! According to the default industry rules, I should update more. But I found something to do recently, so I am busy and have no time to write. Once I finish my work, I will definitely write diligently.