From then on, Li Qianxia became even more afraid of ghosts.

Li Changzhou couldn't understand.

Xu Xiao, Song Yuan, and Su Qin, having no older brothers, could only huddle together cautiously.

With amusement in Yang Qinglan's eyes, Li Changzhou was about to initiate the teleportation.

"Li Changzhou! King of the Black Mist!"

A shrill female voice, like that of a demon, echoed from the square.

"If you dare leave, everyone here will die!"

"You killed millions of people on Four Seasons Star, but now you're a citizen of Xia Kingdom. Do you dare to leave? Show me what you're capable of!"

Zheng Qing pressed her left hand to her temple and forcibly pulled back a girl who had been dragged away. She said in a very fast voice, "I'm in trouble and need help! It's something like a ghost!"

Li Changzhou patted his sister's shoulder, let go of her, and walked out of the alley where the elevator was located. Yang Qinglan walked beside him.

Li Qianxia quickly followed, while Xu Xiao, Song Yuan, and Su Qin grabbed her clothes.

"By the way, there's something I need to tell you first: I'm not staying to save people, but to kill you."

Li Changzhou looked at the trash can at the corner, where a disheveled female ghost was depicted.

"I hate being threatened the most."

In a corner of the crowd.

"Aren't you going to help?" Xu Jingting asked, her voice trembling as she clung tightly to her boyfriend's arm.

Her boyfriend is a gamer who always shows off. Xu Jingting doesn't want him to leave at this time; she just wants him to stay by her side and protect her.

But when she saw the children being dragged into the mirror by their hair, she couldn't bear it.

"Where would they need me?" Zhao Sheng looked up and said, "Li Changzhou... he's the King of Black Mist! The top player among top players. A low-level player like me, who's just barely maxed out one stat, could be wiped out with a single glance from him!"

"He's so powerful, so... are we safe?" Xu Jingting asked cautiously.

"Safety my ass!" another person opposite them cursed.

"You're a player too?" Zhao Sheng looked over.

The man was furious with fear: "Players have a wide variety of skills. No matter how strong Li... the King of Black Mist is, he can only stare helplessly when faced with strange abilities he's never seen before. How can he protect us?!"

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Zhao Sheng was skeptical. "Are there really players on Earth who can rival the King of Black Mist?"

"Have you watched Naruto? Do you know Hidan? If you don't know anything about him, you're just waiting to die if you get injured!"

Seeing that her boyfriend was silent, Xu Jingting asked nervously, "Really? Really?"

"Don't worry!" Zhao Sheng gripped his girlfriend's hand tightly. "I will protect you, but... if even the King of Black Mist can't help us, we'll have to die together, but I will never abandon you!"

He took his girlfriend's icy hand and placed it against his chest: "Baby, don't be afraid."

Xu Jingting looked at him in horror, moved away from him, and covered her mouth with her hands.

Zhao Sheng trembled all over.

He looked down but saw nothing, yet the sensation in his hand was undeniable.

He turned his head to look at the smooth, mirror-like wall of the square. Clutching his chest was a pair of old man's hands. The old man's face was covered with lividity, but his hands were very white. His lifeless, glass-bead-like eyes stared at him unblinkingly through the wall.

"ah!

Zhao Sheng screamed and threw away the old man's hand, but the old man grabbed him instead.

Cold, snake-like fingers gripped his left wrist.

Zhao Sheng swung his right fist, and with a whoosh, flames erupted from the surface of his fist as he punched the wall.

Kacha! Peng!

The wall shattered with a crack, scattering tiles all over the floor.

Each tile represents a part of the old man; one tile on the wall that hasn't fallen off is perfectly embedded with the old man's right eye, looking down at him from the wall.

Zhao Sheng felt a tearing pain in his body as he was dragged step by step into the shattered tiles.

Xu Jingting screamed wildly, trying to pull her boyfriend up, but her body collapsed weakly.

The other player who had spoken earlier hesitated for a moment and then stepped back: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm just a low-level player, I can't help you!"

Players are not trustworthy unless they are teammates who have been in a team with you all the time.

Players' main opponents are other players. You might save someone today, and that same person might be matched with you in the game tomorrow, and you might use the trust between you to kill them.

The creaking of chains echoed in the square, its volume not loud, yet it drowned out all other noises.

The player turned to look at the source of the sound.

Above the plaza's atrium, a dark cloud rolled, and the demons and yakshas of the eighteen levels of hell shrieked and laughed, vying to pounce on the human world.

Li Changzhou stood atop the eighteenth level of hell, his handsome face slightly pale.