Game of Destiny: This player is different

This sentence is equivalent to not asking.

Players who have reached LV10 have more or less some means of hiding, otherwise how can they survive.

Safia leaned against the wall, silently chanted a spell, and the whole person immediately merged into the shadow.

The Nordic handsome man Roman took out a bottle of potion and drank it silently, gaining a temporary invisibility effect.

This effect will not be broken before any other actions other than moving.

Qin Nuo first activated the title skill to reduce his presence.

Then he lay down under the bed and used [Turtle Breathing Technique] to turn himself into a living dead.

As long as you don't reach out and touch it, it is almost impossible to find it.

It was Sumali's turn.

He took out a cloak-like extraordinary prop and prepared to find a good place to hide.

While he was thinking, Qin Nuo's voice came from under the bed:

"Boss, you'd better lie next to Beth, so that you can protect her and prevent her from escaping when you take action."

Lie next to Beth?

Sumali glanced at the not-so-wide bed, smacked her lips and hesitated.

"Don't worry.

The three of us are right next to you, and we will take action immediately if there is any danger."

Qin Nuo's voice sounded again.

At the same time, two similar looks were cast from other directions in the room.

Okay, I believe you.

Sumali accepted the proposal and went around to the side of the bed.

Wrapped in a cloak, climbed onto the bed lightly, and lay down quietly.

The bedroom returned to peace again.

Huh-huh-

In the silence, all sounds were amplified.

Time passed by minute by minute in Beth's slow and even breathing.

In the living room downstairs, the old couple sat restlessly by the candle.

Waiting for the exorcism to end.

In order not to disturb the detective, old Daley pinched out the tobacco, holding the pipe without sparks in his mouth, and kept silent.

His wife Tara Field stood closely at the table, holding the corner of her clothes in her palm.

It seemed that this would make her relax a little.

"It's okay, the detectives can handle it."

Old Daley noticed his wife's anxiety and patted her palm: "From the moment I entered the house, I felt that they were not ordinary people.

Compared to the arrogant knights of the church, they are much better."

"But,"

Tara Field bit her lip before she could say the next sentence.

The flame that provided light suddenly shook a few times.

The remaining candles suddenly burned faster.

The flames swayed, and the familiar damp and moldy smell rushed into the nose.

In a daze,

Old Daley and his wife felt that their eyelids were fighting and difficult to open.

Under the strong sleepiness, their heads tilted.

They leaned on each other and fell asleep.

The candles on the table dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The living room was swallowed by darkness and invaded by shadows.

The candles went out.

In an instant, the whole mansion was filled with an obscure malicious atmosphere.

Every corner seemed to have resentful eyes lurking around, and ghosts were gathering outside the empty window.

The store owner told the players not to go out after dark because there were demons.

But he didn't say the whole sentence.

The full sentence is - After dark, stay in a lighted place because demons are afraid of light.

...

In the bedroom on the second floor, the hidden players also felt the invasion of negative energy.

Everyone was tense, waiting for the target to arrive.

Click, click.

It was like a wet foot stepping on a wooden board.

Slow footsteps approached the bedroom from far away.

"Here it comes."

Sumali, who was lying next to Beth, noticed that the door was slowly opening.

Inch by inch.

In the silent room, the creaking sound of the hinges being pushed inward could be heard.

Something was coming in.

Sumali rolled her eyes slightly.

A head popped out from behind the door.

Bald head, white skin.

The eyes reflected the faint night light on the window.

Dull, dirty.

Sumali wanted to call her teammates to capture him immediately, but the time was not right.

She had to suppress her palpitations and continue to lie down.

This guy, or the humanoid creature, laughed silently after finding Beth lying safely on the bed.

Broken yellow teeth clenched together and rubbed against each other.

Like a predator that had been lying in ambush for a long time and finally waited for its prey.

Excited, happy.

As the rest of the man's body slowly entered the room, the players hiding in the dark could see the whole picture.

Very haggard, very thin.

Like a skeleton, skin and bones.

The hunched figure dripped with fishy water drops, and slowly, slowly walked towards Beth.

It did not notice Sumali, who was hiding in a cloak next to it, nor did it notice Roman, who was temporarily invisible behind the door and ready to go.

Under Safia's gaze, it walked straight to the bed.

It looked at Beth with greedy eyes and slowly squatted down.

The musty hot air blew on the latter's face, making the young woman slightlyFrowning.

Twisting his neck in disdain, he turned his face to the other side.

What is it going to do?

The same thought came to the players' minds.

One minute, two minutes.

The humanoid creature did not make the next move.

He just stared straight at Beth, as if admiring an exquisite work of art.

Finally.

The ugly face full of infatuation lowered its height.

The skinny, matchstick-like arms stretched out to the left and right.

It wanted to hug Beth.

It couldn't help it.

It couldn't help it!

A loud shout suddenly exploded from behind.

Roman rushed over with a flail raised like a Wuling Hongguang with a brake failure.

At the same time.

Safia rushed out from the shadows, took out the staff, and chanted the spell quickly.

The top of the staff drew various mystical symbols in the air.

The spell was finished and the chanting was completed.

As the staff tapped the ground, the temperature of the entire bedroom dropped suddenly.

[Skill name: Dasong's quenching prison]

[Type: Spiritual Art]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Usage: Active]

[Effect: Recite the spell, the temperature of an area will drop below zero, damage the creatures and objects judged as hostile targets in the area (ice attribute damage) and freeze them in place, which lasts for up to 8 seconds.

The duration of the effect depends on the difference in intelligence attributes between each other. Damage to the frozen target may end the control effect in advance]

[Consumption: 200 spiritual energy points]

[Usage conditions: Intelligence attribute is greater than or equal to 12 points, perception attribute is greater than 8 points, and the player has mastered the mystical power system]

[Note: Hey, you can't hit me, you can't hit me]

This is somewhat similar to the skill of Yamaguchi Mountain Mage Ice Ring, and the damage effect is not outstanding.

However, the control effect is excellent.

When Safia finished reciting the spell, she fully released the skill.

The whole bedroom seemed to have become a freezer.

Crack, crack.

The wooden floor was completely frozen with an inch of ice.

Qin Nuo, who was lying under the bed, had to roll tactically to avoid being accidentally injured.

While rolling out, he did not forget to pick up the frying pan and hit the demon's left foot.

The opponent immediately covered his ankle and gasped.

Before he could recover, the rapidly condensed ice layer froze his feet firmly, unable to move at all.

The control effect was already achieved, and Roman, who came to kill, directly raised the flail and chanted loudly:

"Holy light, give me strength!"

The next second, pure holy light gathered in it, shining brightly.

Roman swung down with all his strength.

At the top of the flail, the spiked meteor hammer hit the opponent's head hard.

Immediately, the skin was torn and the wailing was deafening.

Just as Qin Nuo said,

Roman was really ruthless and brutal.