dead me, join the horror game

【your world? 】

[Wait... Could it be you! 】

After hearing the key words in the girl's words, Sakura was struck by lightning, and all the questions in her heart were answered in this instant.

In the games it has experienced in the past, it has heard of a kind of extremely terrifying high-ranking existence in the words of some players. They are rare in number but outstanding in strength, and each of them has the terrifying ability to destroy a world.

Their positions are strange and unpredictable. Sometimes they stand on the side of the player to help everyone solve problems, sometimes they become shameless and cruel gangsters who loot without a bottom line in other worlds, and sometimes they stand behind the scenes of a world and secretly manipulate everything. Knowing what they're doing, they never play by the rules.

It's not because they don't know the rules, on the contrary, they are more like the rule makers.

These existences all have a common name: disaster.

While bringing disasters to other worlds, they also have a world of their own behind them.

Damn it, why did it get into a disaster!

It's over...huh?Wait, maybe it's a good thing for it.

[Excuse me, who are you...ah no, what is your disaster? 】

Thinking of this, Yingzui sent a voice transmission to Zuotong in a trembling tone: [I have no objection to this transaction, I am willing to work with you in the future...]

In the final analysis, it is not a real player, and the lesson of being eroded by evil spirits this time makes it have great doubts about whether it can safely leave the horror game.

As a demon sword, Yingsin also has its own long-cherished wish, that is to avenge the witch who swallowed her soul. This is also the reason that supports it to the present. The props collected from those worlds are not even as strong as its body. .

From this point of view, it is obviously impossible to attack that guy with it alone... Perhaps, it should rest.

……

"Uh ah ah!"

The audience covered in dark yellow pus flocked to the bottom of the stage, screaming and stepping on the mummy piled up under their feet, and desperately crawled towards the stage. Melville, who was closest to these hideous guys, I was so nervous that I almost forgot the lyrics, but I kept on singing.

She doesn't care even if the song is a little out of tune at this time, because there are still 3 minutes left before the end of the performance, and if you persist, it will be over.

"Ooooooooooo!"

At this moment, a male spectator whose body was not stained with too much pus and whose limbs were well preserved ran quickly from not far away. With one leap, he put his hands on the edge of the stage, and he might jump on it at any time.

Fortunately, after seeing this scene, Ye Bingwen waved the guitar in his hand and slapped the face of the audience who was about to climb onto the stage fiercely. He shot it flying on the spot, fell to the ground and struggled a few times, and finally lost sound.

It seems that for these guys, the effect of physical attacks is quite good.

"There are still 2 minutes." After eliminating the risk factors, Ye Bingwen panted and put the guitar covered with pus and cracks aside. The stench was everywhere on the stage, and he could hardly stand it anymore. Stop this smell, no one wants to stay in this environment for a second longer.

"Here it is again..." He was about to sit on the stage to rest for a while, and in the blink of an eye, another crazy audience came running in the distance. Ye Bingwen had to pick up the guitar on the ground again tiredly, and waited until it was about to climb onto the stage. Throw it hard on its face.

With the sound of a skull colliding with the guitar, this blow directly separated the head of this lucky spectator from its body, and a large amount of pus splashed out, almost jumping onto Ye Bingwen's skin, scaring him Back again and again, cardiopulmonary almost stopped suddenly.

"It's outrageous, what happened to the water source in this village..." After checking his body, Ye Bingwen breathed a sigh of relief, recalling the information Melville notified them, feeling deeply moved.

At first they were confused when they saw the strange situation below, and almost thought that a large-scale live sacrifice had taken place in the village.

But soon Ye Bingwen remembered that Melville told them not to drink the water in the village at noon today. Although she never explained the reason, Ye Bingwen also guessed it.

There is a high probability that Melville poisoned the public water source in the village last night, otherwise there is no way to explain what happened today.

Ye Bingwen deliberately observed the illness of the audience. Not all audiences were infected with this weird poison. The initial incidence was only about 30%, but it spread to nearly 1% within a minute. Those who were otherwise healthy also developed the same symptoms after being contaminated with the pus oozing from the sick.

Being highly lethal while also being contagious is simply a collection of contradictions, making one wonder how this kind of thing was born.

For this reason, when he attacked the spectators carrying unknown poisons, he tried his best to avoid being harmed, for fear of being contaminated by the pus.

From the viewers who festered to death below, you can see the conscience of this virus. It's a good thing that she dared to do it. She is really a cruel and merciless woman.

In order to guard against possible audience riots, it is really unconscionable to choose such a vicious method... No, it is really great!

Ye Bingwen just wants to say one thing now: Horse riding, well done!

If you don't take this poison, something big will happen to today's performance.

Thinking of this, he turned his head towards Melville who was concentrating on singing, and gave him a thumbs up.

Melville: "?"

Why are you looking at me like this? It has nothing to do with me...

Cough, although it might really be related to her, but now she is determined not to admit it.

You must know that there is a statue of the spring god behind her, and it probably has seen all the things that happened in the audience. If she stood up and admitted that these things were all done by her, there might be big troubles.

Melville was very puzzled now, could it be that Ye Zong's corpse really had such a strong lethality?

Such a little bit of pus actually killed almost half of the villagers and audience in the village... Something is wrong, I feel a lot of doubts.

The girl's reaction last night was a little strange. She said that the death of Ye Zong was caused by the God of Spring himself. So how to explain the situation now? Could it be that the death of these audiences was also caused by the God of Spring?

Just kidding, if the spring god died one day, wouldn't it be his own doing?

Shot three times in the back, it's a suicide, right?

Thinking about it carefully, this kind of thing is totally illogical. It is impossible for the night ghost's death to be done by the spring god... Now most of the tourists in this village have turned into water, and the symptoms of illness and death are exactly the same as that night ghost. From her judgment, it was more like a severe infectious disease.

"Boom!"

With the sound of the last drumbeat, the air returned to silence, and everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

At this time, there are only a few sporadic audiences standing still in the audience. Except for a few guys lying in the pus and howling, the others are all motionless, forming a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​pus. Hell drawing.

The concert... should be over, right?

"Ugh!"

Just when everyone was about to put away their instruments and leave here in a panic, there was a sudden cry of pain from behind the stage. After hearing this sound, Ye Bingwen lifted the broken guitar reflexively, and stared fixedly at the curtain the rear.

A few seconds later, a hunched familiar figure came out step by step through the opening curtain. From the clothes he was wearing, it could be seen that he was the reporter from before, and the poor man could not escape the end of being infected. Dark yellow saliva had already begun to drip from his mouth, and he might fall to the ground at any moment.

"Congratulations..." The man's hoarse voice sounded slowly: "Your performance...is great."

Hearing this, everyone who was nervous at first breathed a sigh of relief, but his next sentence raised everyone's hearts again: "But Quanshen is... very unhappy right now."

"So you... still have to die!"

As soon as the words fell, the announcer's eyes widened sharply, and he staggered towards the nearest Manan Will. Naturally, he didn't dare to touch this kind of guy covered in pus, so he stood up decisively and walked towards him. Ye Bingwen ran in the direction.

"Aww! No!" The announcer, whose limbs have long been uncoordinated, no longer has the ability to adjust its direction. Similarly, it has no way to stop, and rushes straight towards the center of the stage under the terrified gaze of everyone, headlong On that bronze statue of SpongeBob SquarePants.

"Crack-poof!"

Pus splashed.

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ps: 2.9w has been repaid

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The spring god is dirty, who can help lick it (heavy fog)

Volume 120 Yuquan Village: Chapter 114 Chapter 3 I will find you tomorrow morning ([-]K)

"Fack!"

After hearing the sound like a watermelon cracking, Manan Will turned his head instinctively. The scene in front of him made his eyes widen, and he almost vomited out in disgust.

The scene off stage is nothing to him who is at the back of the stage, not because of his strong psychological tolerance, but because he can't see the specific situation below clearly, only knows the crazy things The audience seemed to be infected with some kind of rapid infectious disease, which was rapidly festering.

He had some guesses about the festering appearance of the audience, but when he himself witnessed the tragedy of the announcer at close range, Manan Will realized the seriousness of the problem. The sudden outbreak of infectious disease was far more terrifying than In his imagination, even the rotting zombies in the movie seemed so humane in the face of such a tragedy.

From its current state of separated legs and feet, it can be inferred that the announcer most likely contracted the unknown disease by soaking his feet in the water in the village.

At the same time, because of the fracture of the ankle joint, after Manan Will took evasive measures, it also inevitably rushed to the statue of the spring god in front of it. The hard skull looked so fragile in front of the harder bronze statue, but the two After the collision, the announcer's brain was directly shattered. He never expected that the disease seemed to have softened even its bones.

Now the entire back of the statue of the spring god was splashed with dark yellow pus, and some splashed onto his clothes and pants. The most terrible thing was that Manan Weir felt that his bare arms seemed a little wet. It seems to be covered with something sticky...

"Tick-tock-"

In order to confirm whether he had come into contact with the pus, Manan Will hastily raised his arm, and carefully checked the strange position, but at this moment, a bean-sized drop of water fell from the sky and landed on it precisely. On his arm, he was stunned on the spot.

Huh?

The black man blinked suspiciously, and carefully looked at his arm. There were only muddy water splashes on it, and there was no trace of pus on the dark skin. It seemed that everything was just an illusion.

To confirm this, he brought his nose closer and sniffed, and there was no smell other than his own body odor.

It must be an illusion...

"It's raining." Ye Bingwen looked at the same gloomy sky with a gloomy expression. He dropped the bloody guitar in his hand that had knocked down dozens of spectators, and said in a hasty tone: "It's time for us to leave here."

What the announcer said before he died made his heart ache.

【Quan Shen is very upset now】

It is conceivable what this means. Quanshen is likely to appear in person to interfere with the progress of the game. Tomorrow or even tonight, the rules of the game may change.

It seems that the spectators who died today had a great influence on Quanshen... Obviously they are just puppets, does it really like this kind of lively scene?

It can't be the poison that Melville put down that poisoned the spring god, right?

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he immediately denied this possibility.

Poison should only be useful to human beings, after all, the fallen spectators have not completely escaped from the category of human beings...

"Ahem, I think so too, but where should we go now?" Qiu Dong covered his nose with his hands and asked with an ugly face: "I'm worried that these things will spread through the air, or we'll go back to the hotel ?”

"Airborne transmission?" Hearing this, Ye Bingwen raised his eyebrows, and turned to look at Melville, who seemed to want to get an answer from her, but the other party didn't understand his intention, but instead cast him a puzzled look.

Look at what I do, I don't know if it will spread through the air...

"Don't look at me, I don't know what's going on." Seeing that Ye Bingwen seemed to mistakenly think that this infectious disease was related to her, Melville finally couldn't help explaining: "The possibility of airborne transmission is not ruled out. I think it’s better for us to hurry back and prepare for the night in advance.”

Although she said so, the possibility of this strange disease spreading through the air is not high. You must know that she poured the pus into the sewer with her own hands last night, and she has been in contact with these things for the longest time. If it really spread by air, she would have had an accident long ago.

Thinking of this, Melville felt a little scared. Fortunately, she was not so curious that she reached out to touch those things, otherwise she would probably become one of these audiences now.

And the source of this severe infectious disease all points to one person...

"Drip-"

Suddenly, the cell phone in Melville's pocket rang, and when she saw who sent her the message, her pupils shrank.

[Xiao Cong is so cute: The real Kuonji Risha is here with me, beware of the guy next to you, she has been replaced]

【Xiao Cong is so cute: And I won’t go back tonight, I know you have a lot of questions now, if you are really ready to accept the truth, then you can go to room 6 of the hotel after 305pm]

"Well, that should be fine."

On the other side of the screen, Zuo Tong put away the phone contentedly after sending out the second message.

She chose to send these two messages after deliberating for a long time. After reaching a verbal agreement with Ying Zui, she was considered to have successfully subdued the demon sword.

On the contrary, she needs to help the other party regain their body, and Zuo Tong is very willing to do so, because Ying Zui promised that the body of "Kuyuan Temple Risha" will also belong to her.

After learning of her calamity's real name [Plague], Yingzui joined her without hesitation, and made a proposal that Zuotong couldn't refuse:

In addition to contributing to her world, it is also willing to join other worlds as "Kuenji Risha" and spread the benevolence of [Plague]—just like the pollution of the whole village that happened this afternoon, Yingsin is willing to bring her The props of [Plague] are thrown into other worlds to bring them good news.

Zuo Tong was almost frightened by Ying Zui's suggestion, she just wanted to gather more employees, and what they wanted was to conquer other worlds for her.

And this is indeed only possible for Yingsin who is both weird and human. It also explained to Zuo Tong the special features of itself. If a human knife touches it, it will be recognized as a player by the system and has Eligibility to join the game.

But if the human sword is separated, then it will be regarded as weird, and that body will not be forced into the game, unless Yingsin or other weirdness possesses her, otherwise "Kuenji Risa" will stay forever in that world.

In addition, Yingsin also agreed to Zuo Tong's second request, which is to collect information about the disaster for her without disturbing the disaster as much as possible.

For this result, Zuo Tong is naturally extremely satisfied. Her own world has been promoted, and the authority of the Spring God has no effect on her. [Plague] is really controlled by her, and she has also gained a player/strange employee with great potential. As a result to everyone's satisfaction, the only one who was injured was the spring god who had never dared to show his face.

Now is the time to sign a truly effective contract.

【Ding! 】

[Administrator privileges detected, the file with ID "Sakura Sin" has been saved in the world file]

There is no need for the old-fashioned procedures of signing and marking. After obtaining the consent of the other party, Zuo Tong only needs to use the administrator authority to put this ownerless demon knife under his own name. Of course, this is also because its file is not recorded in the cause in any world.

If it is now an employee of another calamity, Zuo Tong must obtain the permission of that calamity before he can own it under the condition of equal authority.

This is the power of the highest level of authority. Zuo Tong has just inquired about the level difference of these permissions on the personal terminal. They are divided into 5 levels in total, divided into high-level permissions and low-level permissions.

There are three kinds of low-level permissions, which represent the level 3 permissions of NPCs, the weird level 1 permissions, and the level 2 permissions of players.

Naturally, there is nothing to say about level 1 authority. It is the lowest level of authority. It has been assigned to a certain world since its birth. As products of this world, these NPCs have no way to leave the world they belong to. If there is no accident, no one can walk them.

The difference between level 2 authority and level 1 authority is that they can be carried away by people with higher authority to leave the world where they were born. These weirdnesses are no longer bound by the world, and have the possibility of going to other worlds, but it is only possible , under the suppression of their world administrators, it is difficult for them to have a chance to leave.