Infinite Mask Game.

After walking around the second floor, Wei Miao walked down the spiral staircase and came to the first floor.

The lobby on the first floor is spacious and grand, combining magnificence and solemnity.

It was a good place for a gathering. Perhaps the All Saints' Day dinner that Dale was eager to attend was held here.

However, just as he reached the center of the hall, Wei Miao suddenly felt a touch of perception.

Soul perception of special residents!
Wei Miao looked at the square white-brown floor tiles under his feet, his perception pointing directly downward.

"The special residents should all have returned to the requiem realm. This one is probably the most special, even more special than Newman."

She squatted down and put one hand on the floor tiles, and a wonderful feeling arose spontaneously.

Similar to the situation when entering the realm of requiem, Wei Miao held the sickle in both hands and slashed at the void in front of him.

The dark crack opened up, and she transformed into a spirit of nothingness and drilled into it. When she regained her form, she was standing at the top of a flight of stairs.

Behind her was a dark green iron door, an extinguished light bulb hung from the ceiling, and the white wall next to it was badly peeling.

Everything was shrouded in darkness, although it had no effect on Wei Miao who possessed dark vision.

At the end of the stairs there is a dark green iron door, which is already rusty.

"The structure here looks like a basement." Wei Miao looked around. "Is this the secret hidden under the city hall?"

The iron door behind him could not be opened, and seemed to be just a decoration.

This place is definitely related to the Silent Death, and the way to enter and exit is the same as the Requiem Realm. However, everything here is made of real matter because she is still in ghost form.

The Requiem Realm, as a special place that holds souls, is not made of real matter.

This place should have existed under the mayor's residence before the catastrophe.

"The iron door behind you should be the entrance to the basement, but it is no longer usable. You can only come in from the outside using the 'node'."

Wei Miao called the crack cut by the Soul Hunter a "node". In her opinion, it was something like a space channel, connecting two locations.

"But I can trigger perception in the City Hall, which means this place is very close to the ground. Logically, the City Hall should have discovered this place when it was built, but it has been preserved until now... I am more inclined to believe that this place has not been discovered due to the interference of some force."

Under the extraordinary, everything is possible.

Wei Miao walked down the low steps and came to the iron gate at the end.

She was looking forward to what she would see after opening the iron gate.

A space similar to the realm of requiem... Her intuition told her that the biggest secret lay here.

Holding the giant sickle in his left hand and pressing the door handle with his right hand, Wei Miao pushed the door open without hesitation.

The dark green light was no longer blocked by the iron gate and was projected onto her rotten mask.

The sudden light made her narrow her red eyes slightly, and she stared coldly at the scene in front of her.

On the ground is a huge magic circle with a diameter of more than five meters, which is very similar to the structure in the supernatural copy. It has a classic circular outer ring that can be divided into seven parts based on the patterns.

Applying the knowledge of ritual formations to analyze, the basic structure is divided into an outer ring and a cornerstone structure diagram. The outer ring of this formation is a single line, and the cornerstone structure diagram is a heptagon.

As an unusual single-line outer ring, it allows the gathered power to overflow in a limited and continuous manner, and is generally designed to control the efficiency of energy release.

It can also absorb external force, but cannot store it well. It is a structure with both inflow and outflow.

The heptagon is not a common structure. This simple geometric polygon is usually measured by the length of its sides.

Moreover, the seven lines radiating from the center of the magic circle cut the heptagon into seven equal parts. Each part should be regarded as a unit, and the whole should be inferred from the parts.

"Seven" represents holiness, perfection, and cycle. Judging from the 300-year history, if this array is a sacrificial array, it should mean "perfection".

From accumulation to perfection, the Soul Hunter keeps hunting, perhaps just for this reason.

The center is filled with a combination of crossbones and a sickle, suggesting that the circle is related to the Silent Death.

The bone patterns of adjacent parts can be combined into a horizontal bar, and the whole looks like a seven-pointed star with unsealed corners. The seven-pointed star has the meaning of dangerous sacrifice and is also used to worship gods.

The patterns on the inner circle are gorgeous and complex, and their meaning and function are beyond the scope of Wei Miao's ritual studies and cannot be interpreted.

Different schools of mysticism have their own unique decorative patterns, which symbolize the mystical meaning of the school and play a unique role when combined with prayers.

The circle cannot be fully interpreted without understanding the deity it points to.

At this moment, small green flames were burning on the lines of the magic circle, which were vigorous but not hot.

There are seven rings on the vertices of the heptagon, and the inner circle is notched outwards, which is a very rare structure.

This is usually the sacrificial area, where ritual objects or offerings can be placed.

At this moment, there were seven white candles placed on the sacrificial table, with a blood-stained crow feather inserted in the middle of the candles.

The dark green fireworks are leaping arrogantly.

The light and shadow flickered, and a gray cross stood in the center of the magic circle.

A thin human figure was tied to it with iron chains.

Green fireworks licked up along the contact between the cross and the ground.

Every inch of its skin was burning with this horrible cold flame, and the scorching sound was endless.

A foul smell filled the room.

However, its body is basically intact and its original appearance can be clearly seen.

"A completely naked... monster."

Wei Miao evaluated secretly in his heart.

It has light green skin, dark green hands and ankles, and a huge head that is almost deformed compared to its thin body. There are only sparse short brown-black hair on its head, and the nails on its hands are long and sharp.

As if it heard the sound of the iron door being pushed open, it raised its head and looked directly at the person who came.

The moment their eyes met, Wei Miao was stunned for a moment.

What a hatred as deep as the ocean!
The purest hatred, malice, madness... seemed to have broken through a prison filled with wailing and laughter, and came across the boundless time and space.

Its extreme emotions have exceeded the limits of what can be expressed by body language and expression. It can capture hearts and trample on wills with just one glance, and destroy all living things in front of it with devastating force!
But Wei Miao is not an ordinary person after all.

In the blink of an eye, she had driven away all the resentful thoughts and firmly suppressed her own state of mind.

What does the hatred that wants to destroy everything matter? Can it compare to their indifference?
She didn't look away.

"Corpse...ghost?"

The hoarse voice echoed, causing the creature on the other side to widen its brown eyes.

It laughed loudly, its laughter sounding like a cuckoo's cry of blood, revealing a mouthful of fine and sharp teeth.

His facial features were twisted together, making his appearance extremely ugly.

"Old thing..." Its smile was indescribable, a mixture of contempt and relief, an indescribable complexity.

"Have you degenerated so much that you only recognize me as a ghoul? Don't you hate this word the most?"

A shrill, broken voice laughed.

"I have been burned here for more than three hundred years... just to get rid of the shell of a ghost... You want me to be a human... Hahaha... What's so good about being a human... Why can't I be a ghost... and kill all the people in those towns..."

“You kept calling my name, but when the ritual was only one step away, you called me a ghoul for the first time… Don’t you feel sad… You should have experienced the pain of burning your body a long time ago… Hahahaha… Have these hundreds of years really been worth it…”

It cried and laughed and acted crazy.

At the last moment, it suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously:
"Father... the time has come, it's time to kill me!" (End of this chapter)