After I became the infinite flow boss

In the middle and upper part of the mountain, Orlan and several NPCs were blocking and killing powerful players.

Fanxing finally appeared a few minutes after Shuangying, but he hurriedly stopped before crossing the bridge. He looked carefully and saw that several players he knew were cut into pieces by a blue-black corpse ghost, but they were still alive.

"What's going on?" He paused, wavering, and felt a little desperate about the blue-black figure.

Fanxing was more sensitive, so he thought of committing suicide on the spot.

However, the sharpshooter NPC in the thick fog knew his thoughts just by looking at his expression. Before Fanxing could take action, he shot Fanxing with three slingshot arrows.

When Fanxing was shot in the lungs, he realized that the blue-black corpse ghost was only powerful on one side. In fact, it also played a role of induction, using its terrifying presence as a cover to make you unable to divert your attention and ignore the possibility of enemies behind you!

"Ah... Ugh... What's going on with this dungeon..."

The players who had just agreed to kill people on the mountain in the live broadcast room were afraid to speak.

"They are no match at all. The monsters on the opposite side are organized! The group of players on the mountain are scattered and have no chance of winning. It's still not too late to retreat now."

The players watching the live broadcast almost unanimously agreed that they must retreat now. If they continue to rush up, they will definitely die.

You know, [Purgatory Ghost King] has not appeared yet!

On the mountainside, the awakened Sartre hunted the guild players in the dark.

Olympus' Huang Luzhi was obviously an old mid-level player, but he lost his momentum to the crazy corpse ghost on the opposite side. In a blink of an eye, his arms were cut off, and then he lost consciousness in shock.

"What's going on with it!"

Even in an extremely crazy state, Sartre followed a certain instinctive strategy, killing the leader of the guild first, and then killing other players, causing several groups of players to be leaderless and completely fell into leaderless chaos.

At the foot of the mountain, the number of corpse ghosts that were originally reduced to allow players to enter the mountain gradually increased. They covered the foot of the mountain and densely surrounded the entire mountain.

First lure the enemy deep into the mountain, and then catch the turtle in the jar, which is one of the common means of large-scale control.

In the live broadcast room, the player who often commands the team battle finally reacted and said in shock: "Fuck, it turns out that it was a game from the beginning!?"

Some players on the mountain have already noticed something wrong and want to set fire to the mountain. No matter what, kill all these corpse ghosts first!

This may be a very effective method, but at this time of year, he can't do it at all, because the top of the mountain is still blowing cold wind, the gloomy air is cold and damp, and the fire can't be ignited at all, let alone whether it can burn.

At this time, on the top of the mountain, an NPC walked out of the fog and walked to a pile of black and purple dry firewood.

To be precise, this pile of things is not ordinary dry firewood, but props soaked with corpse poison and curses.

Why she is doing this here, she may not have thought it through, but she knows that she must do it.

So, she walked forward, took out a black folder from her bag, and simply lit it with a lighter, burning a green flame, and then threw it into the black and purple dry firewood.

The fire was lit immediately, and the cold wind had almost no effect on it, and even increased the fire.

This is corpse fire.

It burned a pile of dungeon props named [Wind Killing Corpse Poison].

[Wind Killing Corpse Poison] turned into thick smoke, blended into the cold wind, and swooped down the mountain along the air pressure, corroding all living things in the mountain.

If the players on the mountain stayed in the town for a while longer, they might have found out that "the mountain occasionally blows down a murderous wind", but they didn't.

Not only that, some players didn't prepare props to resist corpse poison in advance, and more than a dozen players were corrupted by corpse poison.

The player who differentiated into a saint master activated the [Holy Light] skill, trying to resist the strong wind mixed with corpse poison, but was surrounded and killed by corpse ghosts during the gap between the skill activation, and other players were too late to rescue.

"How could this happen? The wind carries corpse poison!"

"Take the antidote!"

The entire area from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain was in chaos, and even the leader of the union could not lead the team.

The new players who cherished their lives could no longer bear the command of the stupid leader and rushed down the mountain frantically.

However, when they rushed down, they found that the foot of the mountain was densely packed with corpses, and the strong stench was nauseating.

"Fuck, didn't they just clear them all? Why are there still so many!"

"No matter what, run quickly. If you don't run, there must be more above."

"My antidote is not enough."

They wanted to break through the encirclement of corpses, but found that corpses were endless. Just after killing one, another one immediately crawled out of the soil and grabbed your feet. People were scared to death before they died.

It is impossible to say that it will not cause psychological trauma.

"Hurry up and work together to break through!"

The new players were terrified, and then they thought of gathering players to make a breakthrough. However, as soon as they turned around, the corpse ghosts pounced on them and bit them. No matter how they shouted, they couldn't gather a few people.

What's more terrible is that this group of corpse ghosts didn't know what kind of setting they had. They didn't bite people in fatal places such as the neck, but only in the limbs. When people were infected with corpse poison and became weak all over, they actually dragged people into the hole they crawled out of and buried them alive.

The players in the live broadcast room saw such a bizarre and weird scene, and they didn't know what to say.

Some people were so frightened that they turned pale.

The reason why they were frightened was not because of how terrifying this scene was. In fact, many of them had definitely experienced more terrifying replicas.

They find the images before them terrifying because they feel a fact.

There is definitely a will behind this horror.

A completely indifferent and inhumane thing is planning all of this!

"I... feel that this batch of corpses is different from the previous ones. It seems that some new "mechanism" has been added."

"The ghoul before was just a showman. In order to make the players not suspicious, they rushed up the mountain obediently."

"After they gained the upper hand, they were finally exposed! Sure enough, they just want to gain points and make players die in this dungeon! They will never be able to get out!"

It's over. One of the players' advantage points, the redeemable points function, was actually cracked by a group of monsters.

In Zombie King, it can be said that the single boss mutated and gained intelligence. Now, even ordinary monsters are messing with players. This is too outrageous.

"But... But as long as we die and refuse to hand over our points, we still have a chance of survival, right?"

"Yes, as long as you don't hand it over, you can survive!"

"Although, look..."

A scene from the perspective of Ying-nin appeared in the live broadcast room.

He was dragged by a corpse ghost dressed in plain black to the back of Menggui Village...in front of the Corpse Insect Pond.

"Fuck!"

"Don't fucking describe to me what the hell is there, I can't fucking eat today."

"I don't even want to go in there!"

Even Chen Feiyi from the Olympus Union couldn't help but comment when he saw these scenes.

"Don't make fun of their experiences. Who knows if it will be your turn one day."

"As long as I don't enter the dungeon, I won't encounter this kind of thing. As long as I don't steal artifacts from you, how can I encounter this kind of dungeon?" One player really couldn't stand it and was determined not to steal any gods. Props.

Really? After seeing the reply from the other side, Chen Feiyi refused to comment. He suddenly had a hunch that the horror in front of him would not only happen in the dungeon, but sooner or later it would also develop into the virtual world... The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. I hope this is just an illusion.

At this point, the fate of the two to three hundred players on the mountain is almost a foregone conclusion.

·

Around 11:30 pm, Shuiming Town Bistro.

The fifty or sixty players who stayed in the town gathered at the same place.

The tavern owner is a guild player who has been transformed into an NPC. He has a certain reputation and is known to many people.

"What false information? You said they were all tricked into going up the mountain by false information?" Finally, a player discussed this topic in the dungeon.

The players in the live broadcast room breathed a heavy sigh of relief when they saw it.

Really, it is much more comfortable to watch smart people act than to watch fools act. Now the group of players on the mountain are really disrespecting their players. If the monster is really intelligent, they will not laugh at them.

"It's up to them." A red-haired uncle didn't care. "Who cares if they were deceived or not? I know there will be a group of idiots who think highly of themselves and get killed at the beginning."

"This..." The brown-haired young man frowned. He was relatively slow. He was assigned by the system to an unknown wilderness at first. He finally made it to the town, only to find that the big guys had already gone up the mountain.

His name is Wang Dajiu. He is an individual player. He is currently a mid-level player. He has joined several unions before, but now he likes to work alone. He actually didn't have much attachment to the "Left Arm of the Lord God". He just wanted to join in the fun, but he didn't expect to be screened in.

He believes that god-level items are not something that mid-level players can get their hands on, and should be grabbed by the top 100 gods on the infinite list.

Therefore, knowing that so many players were fighting up the mountain and that he was a big step too late, Wang Dajiu felt relieved, so he just found a tavern and waited for the dungeon to be cleared.

The red-haired uncle saw Wang Dajiu's noob mentality and felt very unhappy. He said, "If you had discovered the problem on the mountain earlier, you wouldn't have reminded them not to go up the mountain."

Wang Da Jiu was startled, and immediately changed his face and said: "Haha, how is that possible? If I knew, I would definitely stir up trouble."

"snort."

"But when something goes wrong, they should be ready to flee down the mountain at this time. It's a pity, they will escape back anyway."

When the players in the live broadcast room heard what he said, they wanted to curse, "The escape route has been cut off, so why run away!"

"escape?"

The red-haired man in the picture sneered and said: "It's best to die on the mountain to avoid too many players in the dungeon!"

These people did not hide their true inner thoughts at all, and almost all the hypocrisy they had during their lifetimes was abandoned here. Incidents such as bullying the weak, adding insult to injury, and midway betrayal are common occurrences in the infinite world.

In fact, according to data, more than half of the players died not at the hands of monsters in the dungeon, but at the hands of players. Except for some new players, the old players all know this fact, and they are also keen to keep silent, not remind the new players, and continue to promote this tradition.

At that time, in the underground of [Zombie Rising], the humiliation done by two snipers to the disabled player was an epitome of this. According to them, torturing the weak is addictive and impossible to stop. Perhaps until one day they encounter more horrific violence, they may have a little awakening.

Most of the players in the tavern ignored the conversation between the two.

Most of them are players who know certain information.

Just as Bei Heng thought, these players didn't reveal a word to the players who went up the mountain. They watched them being deceived and trying hard but in vain, and then they withdrew from their competition circle early.

"It's ridiculous." A well-known high-level player couldn't help laughing three times, looked around at everyone, and asked: "Hey, what's the matter with that false information, who among you did it?"

Several people looked at Juan'er who was silent by the window.

Judging from her reputation and achievements, she is definitely the most likely person to do this.

"No," Juan'er shook her head, and then said: "I wanted to do it, but someone got there first."

"Fuck, you also wanted to spread false information to lure them up the mountain at the beginning?" The red-haired uncle was stunned. Damn, this Juan'er is too vicious, she is just as famous as she is.

Isn't she saying that if someone didn't get there first, then she is the one who is fooling half of the players on the mountain now?

The players in the tavern had different expressions. Some were used to it, while others had no expression on the surface, but they looked down on Juan'er in their hearts.

Juan'er glanced at them.

Of course, even if she had thought about it and was ready to implement it, her approach would definitely not be as effective as it is now compared to the "results" on the mountain now. There is no other reason, just because she does not have so many chess pieces under her command, and the means available are also limited.

The restrictions on players in the intermediate dungeon are all-round, including physical body, skills, bloodline, ability, and props.

Especially props.

This is also the reason why many high-level players do not like to go to lower-level dungeons. In addition to getting fewer points and low efficiency, they also do not like to be suppressed in strength. For example, your original body is as light as a feather, and after entering a certain place, it is extremely heavy, and there will always be problems with not being able to adapt.

Most of the players in this tavern rarely go to the intermediate dungeon. Some people have not been here for almost ten years. They need a certain amount of time to get used to their physical condition. This is also one of the reasons why they did not break in at the beginning.

Bang! Suddenly, the small door of the tavern was opened, and several newcomers came.

They are from the Mercenary Guild, all high-level players, known for their ruthlessness in the virtual world, known as the Plunder Group. They once pretended to accept a national-level mission in the virtual world to defend the empire, but ended up turning the empire's several layers of defense into a mess, turned back to counter the royal family, and stole a large empire. They are a very notorious group of people.

This time, three people entered the dungeon screening, all three of them were elites.

They wore special equipment, without any flaws, even drinking was a small drink, and there was almost no sound when they moved. In particular, they pressed their faces and looked down, which made them look very gloomy, and the whole body exuded a dangerous aura, like a cheetah lurking in the jungle.

Regardless of their strength, no matter how you look at it, they are the most dangerous players here, and most people don't want to be enemies with them. In particular, if you provoke them here, their companions outside will see it, and when you leave the dungeon, they will definitely use the power of a guild to chase you madly.

Normal people don't want to provoke a group of mad dogs.

But that being said, most of the high-level players are crazy, and if they really want to kill, they will definitely not care so much.

While drinking tea, the curious hunter observed the players in the tavern, and estimated the overall strength of the remaining players after this round.

[So far, 144 players have stayed in the Horror Town forever, and 89 players are temporarily stored]

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the minds of all the players in the dungeon.

For dungeons with more than 100 players, the system announces the death of players every six hours.

Now the time is up, and all players know the true situation of the dungeon.

"Huh!?"

"Fuck, half of the people are gone at the beginning?" The red-haired uncle couldn't help but slam the table angrily, a little bit unbelievable.

Although he just said that it would be best if all the players died on the mountain, this number is a bit outrageous.

Wang Dajiu was also surprised and said, "No way, they can't defeat the monsters and they won't run away? Almost everyone is gone now, can't they run away?"

Even the high-level player who asked Juan'er just now was surprised and doubted, "It shouldn't be, I remember Shuangying and the others went there, is the situation on the other side so bad?"

He sent Fanxing to investigate the mountain, but Fanxing hasn't replied to him any information until now, and he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive. It's likely that... he died on the mountain?

"No, no, no," a player suddenly stood up and said with a change of face, "Haven't you noticed yet? Most of the players who came into the dungeon this time have estimated their redemption points, but what did the system say just now? More than a hundred players are left in the dungeon forever? What the hell is going on?"

The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly changed.

Most of them had looked at ease before, but after hearing this, their expressions changed, and they all thought that the combat power in the tavern was not a problem to clear ten of the original [Shock Town], but now.

As long as they are all in normal condition, theoretically it is impossible for them to fail. They actually doubted themselves.

The three high-level players of the Mercenary Union also frowned, and their expressions changed.

Wait, after all, why did they focus their main thoughts on how to pass the level instead of how to fight for the "Left Arm of the Lord"? The Curiosity Hunter was surprised by the change of his thoughts. He thought of a possibility, no, this is no longer a possibility, because the facts are already in front of him.

That's right, the boss of [Shock Town] is definitely like the zombie king, with intelligence, and he had set up a plan to hunt them before the players came in.

The group of players on the mountain were the first dish, and they were... the second dish?

The curiosity hunter's back broke out in cold sweat, and his arms trembled involuntarily. He didn't know whether it was excitement or fear, he couldn't control his curiosity, he wanted to know who was behind everything.

He looked at the top of the mountain, and said in his heart, I really want to see the dungeon boss.

·

At the top of the mountain.

Bei Heng looked down at the mountain and said indifferently: "Second round."

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