Chapter 95 The Price of the Devil: Blood spilled onto the giant pumpkin carriage...

The dead triumphed? Or did the guests meet a tragic end?

Isn't this the same plot development?

The "unknowns" mentioned in the narration sound to the players as a predetermined ending.

It seemed as if the system had already predetermined everything; this fairytale ball, manipulated by the dead, was destined to become the final grave they themselves dug.

But Liang Jun didn't believe in superstition.

So what if the ending was already written?

They came here to rewrite the ending!

It was unclear which ghostly figure let out the first mournful cry, but then, as if it were a war horn, every visible shadow joined in with its howling, creating a sense of unease.

Their circling motion also stopped in place, and then they broke the connection between their heads and tails, with each of their jet-black heads pointing directly at the player.

Upon catching a glimpse of the dark shadow's tail swaying in the wind, Liang Jun sensed something was wrong.

Perhaps it was his keen sixth sense that saved his life.

For some reason, Liang Jun suddenly bent her legs, lowered her center of gravity, and nimbly slid from her seat onto the floor of the pumpkin carriage.

Lying down, she couldn't determine the distance of the dark shadow that had fallen from the sky behind her head. She could only race against time, tightening her abdominal muscles and pushing herself up to roll decisively into the narrow space under the stool.

Because the space was so narrow, Liang Jun failed the first time and was knocked out by the edge of the stool, the sharp edge instantly leaving a bright red mark on her skin.

Liang Xun hissed and, without hesitation, quickly adjusted her position to lie flat. In the last second before the dark shadow fell to attack, she shrank every part of her body into the cramped space.

Within ten centimeters of them, the group of Stage Two Black Images suddenly materialized, frantically crashing into the pumpkin-shaped ground—

That was the last place Liang Jun stayed.

The ghostly attacks were extremely fierce.

As an inherent element of the dungeon, the Pumpkin Carriage should theoretically have a relatively high level of defense—both physical and magical resistance. However, their attacks still left the Pumpkin Carriage riddled with conspicuous dents, like bullet holes, a truly shocking sight.

All of this happened so close to her.

She could hear the loud thuds of the shadowy figures hitting the ground clearly, and even the wind they generated during their attack disrupted Liang Xun's already unsteady breathing.

Thank goodness... thank goodness...

Liang Xuan silently recited it in her heart.

Thankfully, I can move normally now.

Initially, due to the restrictions of the hidden rules, Liang Jun was unable to completely leave her seat. As a result, when dodging the first round of attacks from the ghostly figures, she could only sway back and forth in all directions like a helpless but unstoppable roly-poly toy.

But at some point—perhaps when the first round of attacks was about to end—Liang Jun suddenly realized that she could leave that stool.

Lift your buttocks and move your legs.

Although no hidden rules were triggered, Liang Jun was indeed able to leave her seat without being restricted in any way.

Of course, players cannot leave the mount itself.

Liang Jun also realized this.

Unbeknownst to her, on the other side of the carousel, Qi Zhixia had already gotten out of her seat and started crawling on the ground looking for props.

Liang Jun thought it was a system bug, and that she was just lucky enough to have it happen to her.

At this moment, she still made use of this "luck" in her heart, using the narrow space under the stool as her only refuge.

Liang Yan's repeated successful evasions perfectly annoyed the ghostly figure that always managed to miss.

Although hiding under the stool, Liang Jun could not observe the specific form of the ghostly figure, but she could still feel the increasingly cold temperature around her and the unstable airflow.

Not only that, she also vaguely heard other people exclaiming in surprise—

Grin, who was protected by the hunting shield, covered his mouth in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Sister Han! You..." He had been in Wuxie Amusement Park for so long, and this was the first time he had ever seen such a bizarre scene. "The dark shadow above your head looks like it's about to mutate!"

Without Ge Lin needing to remind her, Liang Jun realized it herself.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The chaotic rhythm became a major flaw that disrupted the minuet.

Enraged, the ghostly figure set its sights on the orange stool.

They used their heads as hammers, striking the initially smooth surface with no method whatsoever.

The orange stool wasn't as sturdy as people imagined.

Liang Jun lay on her back beneath it, and she could feel the sound, like an iron hammer striking, getting closer and closer to her.

Moreover, even with the already dim lighting, she could still see the gradual indentation forming on the stool.

The space under the stool was barely enough to fit one person. Fortunately, Liang Jun was slim, and she held her breath the whole time, which allowed her to squeeze in.

It felt like a heavy coffin lid was pressing down on her, and Liang Xun felt suffocated by the oppressive environment.

At this moment, she also vaguely sensed that the coffin lid seemed to have a tendency to continue pressing down.

First, the toes are placed upright, then the slightly protruding chest, and then the ribs that are slightly turned outward.

Liang Jun's lungs felt increasingly constricted, and she was able to experience the feeling of drowning on land for the first time in her life.

She couldn't let out her anger for a long time.

Taking advantage of the moment when the shadowy figure's attack slowed down, Liang Xun tentatively moved outwards, trying to escape from under the flimsy stool.

The ghostly figure seemed to have foreseen Liang Yan's actions.

They didn't move away; they remained floating above. Just as she was about to extend her right foot out of the stool area, several ghostly figures howled and charged towards her.

Liang Jun suddenly pulled her right foot back.

Unfortunately, the fabric at the toe of the shoe was still touched by these shadowy figures.

The muddy toe of the shoe instantly turned into a puddle of yellow water, revealing her socks through the hole.

Shoes cannot be taken off. In this environment, going barefoot would only be more dangerous.

Liang Jun was unaware that her breathing was becoming increasingly rapid.

If protruding doesn't work, then the only option is to retract again.

She clung tightly to the sticky pumpkin carriage floor with both hands, trying to push her body deeper into the space.

The stool won't collapse on me anytime soon.

Just as Liang Jun was trying her best to move, her left arm seemed to hit something sharp.

Sharp, cold, and stinging.

For some reason, Liang Jun subconsciously associated it with Wolf Fang.

Her first reaction was to pull her hand away, but after a brief and concise thought, Liang Jun opened her palm and tentatively reached out in the dark blind spot.

The reason was simple: she remembered that when she had searched earlier, the area under the seat was completely empty.

This might be one of the items that appears after the update.

Due to the limited space, Liang Jun could not scan the appearance of the props with her eyes, and could only cautiously probe them with her palm.

The part with the dense spikes is thicker, and as you run your hand up the stick, you can feel it gradually getting thinner.

It seemed that a gripping position had been specially made. Liang Jun's hand fit perfectly into the groove. The stick near the groove was extremely smooth and had no sharp points.

Holding the prop, Liang Jun seemed to have a plan in mind.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be a spiked club.

Outside the square bench, the frequency of the ghostly attacks seemed to have decreased considerably.

Liang Jun calmed herself down, gripped her weapon, and lay there waiting for a long time, but she did not hear the sound of the stool being hit again.

This might be a good time to go out.

A thin layer of sweat had formed where she was gripping the spiked club. She sighed, wiped her palms back and forth on her clothes to make sure it wouldn't slip, and then gripped it tightly again.

Liang Jun stepped forward with her right foot again. But this time, what suddenly appeared was not the long-awaited ghost, but the mysterious female voice narrating.

Compared to before, the narrator's voice seemed a bit hoarse.

“The spirits of the dead sensed everything; they understood that the angels were once again offering a generous gift to the guests.”

"It was an angel, a hateful angel... The dead souls harbored resentment towards everything at the fairytale ball. This hatred was naturally returned many times over to the ball's founder—the angel."

"They will destroy the wings of angels, bringing the price of demons. The souls of the dead will devour the power of the angels, ensuring that all guests will never be resurrected!"

The narration was so vague and confusing that Liang Jun was also completely bewildered.

She couldn't directly observe the ghostly figures, nor could she connect them to reality—but thankfully, there was Green behind her, broadcasting live.

Ge Lin's even more exaggerated voice rang out again—

"No way! The shadows above our heads are starting to mutate too!"

His shout was so loud that even Jiang Zhiling, who was sitting in the float, heard it clearly.

She instinctively leaned towards the window and caught a glimpse of the ghostly figures that had been crashing into the car wall but were now motionless.

"They've really mutated; their entire bodies are black with a scarlet tinge, and they seem to have become more aggressive."

Gu Keke also curiously leaned over, her tone slightly puzzled.

"But it seems they've only become stronger on the outside... Why are they so still?" Her brows furrowed. "Weren't they so fierce just now?"

Armored warhorses were right behind him, and princess floats were right in front of him.

Hidden under the stool, Liang Xun effortlessly received information from both sides—

Firstly, the ghosts and phantoms have inherited a portion of the power, so they are currently evolving and mutating. Once this process is complete, their attack power will be unimaginable.

Secondly, during the mutation process, the ghosts and phantoms remain stationary, which means that this is the best opportunity for players to counterattack and kill them.

Having reached this conclusion, Liang Xun no longer hesitated, supporting herself with the spiked club in her hand, and squeezed her way out of the confined space.

The pumpkin carriage floor was extremely slippery, but fortunately her clothes were somewhat dry, which reduced the resistance Liang Jun encountered while moving.

All the movements were done in one smooth motion. In the blink of an eye, Liang Yun was already standing, raising the spiked club above her head.

Several of the most ferocious black shadows were hovering right in front of her.

The straight-line distance between the two sides does not exceed five centimeters.

Leung Yung stepped her right foot back slightly, and the sock that had emerged lightly touched the ground.

With her right hand in control and her left hand as a secondary grip, she swung her hips and, like a tennis player, swung the spiked club at the end of her arm with a powerful swing—

"Bang--"

The spikes tore through the fragile skin of the ghostly figures, and the mist inside them immediately dispersed.

The thick wooden stick, naturally unwilling to be outdone, struck with such force that the already invisible shadow vanished completely.

The two people sitting on the warhorses behind were dumbfounded.

Ge Lin excitedly slapped his thigh, "Holy crap! Sister Han is awesome!"

Liang Jun hadn't expected that the spiked club would be so powerful.

While the ghostly figure was still, she took advantage of the hard-won light to examine the weapon a few more times.

It feels good.

If it weren't for the fact that it's a carousel-limited item, she really would have liked to just take it and use it as a self-defense weapon in rule-based worlds.

With a determined effort, Liang Xun swung her spiked club repeatedly, smashing all the ghostly figures that had not yet completed their mutation and were still suspended in mid-air into powder.

She personally shattered the thick darkness that had been hanging over her head, and light began to reappear little by little.

Just like game effects, when a ghost is completely killed, many black fireworks resembling pixels will appear around it.

The fireworks exploded around Leung Chung countless times, as if it were a victor's welcome.

Because she lacked the protection of a hunting shield, ghosts and phantoms that had been blocked by other players would turn around and attack the unarmed Liang Yan.

In other words, at this moment, almost half of the shadowy figures in the entire room are waiting to mutate here.

Liang Jun gripped the spiked club tightly, as if it had become one with her.

She wasn't sure how many times she had swung it, but she knew that the weapon seemed to have been tailor-made for her, making it extremely easy to use and irresistible.

The crisis has been temporarily averted.

Liang Xun let out a long sigh of relief, using the spiked club as a makeshift support. She turned around, a relaxed smile on her face, and waved to Ge Lin and Luo Chuange, who were applauding her.

But something seems off.

Suddenly, a warm current surged uncontrollably from my throat.

Before Liang Xun could react, dark blood gushed from her mouth.

The blood spilled all over the giant pumpkin carriage.

It was like the price that came from the devil.

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Author's Note: Xiao Lin: I will always follow Sister Jun (starry-eyed)