Chapter 25: Are you happy with the money you earn with blood? (3) After what happened just now...
"What?" Wu Yunfeng grabbed his son's arm.
"It's... uh... a weird story about rules!" Wu Zhexian stuttered. "I've... I've seen this kind of setting in a novel. We enter a dungeon and have to follow the rules and find a way to pass it before we can leave. If, if we break the rules..."
Wu Zhexian shut up in fear at this point. Wu Yunfeng put his hands on his shoulders and said, "What happens if we break the rules? Tell me!"
Wu Zhexian swallowed hard: "I will die here..."
The restaurant was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The man who had just tried to rush out but returned to the restaurant fell to the ground with a pale face. Most of the other guests felt helpless and ridiculous, and looked at each other for a while.
The dead silence lasted for about half a minute. The man's companion couldn't help it anymore. He rushed over, grabbed the waiter's collar, and roared with bloodshot eyes: "Did you do this? Let us out!"
The waiter he was holding in his hands didn't show any change in expression, still maintaining the most common smile in the service industry. The customer shuddered inexplicably.
...In the next moment, the customer who was holding the waiter started to panic: "What..." His trembling voice drew everyone's attention. In an instant, everyone's eyes were filled with fear. Wu Zhexian, who was a little closer, screamed and hid towards the window.
——As far as the eye could see, the man's body, starting from his feet, quickly disintegrated into countless dark yellow metal pieces, which fell to the ground with a clattering sound.
"Ah-ah-ah-" The man opened his eyes wide and subconsciously wanted to escape, but just as he took a step, his legs without feet lost balance and he fell to the ground.
"Wow--" The dark yellow metal scattered during his struggle. The guests around him screamed and moved away, fearing that being contaminated by those things would bring misfortune to themselves.
"Help... Help!" The man cried for help desperately, but no one responded. In fact, no one could help.
After just over ten seconds, the man's voice and body completely disappeared, leaving only his clothes and shoes lying on the ground, covering the mountain of copper metal.
"Copper, copper coins?!" Wu Yunfeng was the first to react.
Yes, those round square holes in the metal sheets are all filled with copper coins.
The waiter adjusted his bow tie, his smile as usual: "It seems this gentleman has made a lot of dirty money!"
This sentence brought another strange silence in the restaurant.
Who among you hasn't made money from dishonest means? The Tumba family has numerous followers. Those who have reached the highest levels inevitably used cult rhetoric to attract followers. They use various methods to brainwash and deceive the public, gradually forcing them to donate their savings. Many have been forced into bankruptcy and even separated from their families by coercion and bribery.
And the money did not all go into the pockets of the Tumba family. Their "devout followers" could all get a share of it. The flesh and blood of their believers ultimately built their extravagant life.
Now the waiter’s words…it seemed as if the tragic death of that person just now was retribution.
Everyone stared at each other in silence. The fear of witnessing a living person turn into copper coins was deepened by their guilty conscience. The SAN values of seven or eight out of ten people dropped by 10%.
Si Lingpiao stood at the door with his arms folded, staring at the numbers above their heads.
She had deliberately planned the waiter's words. She wasn't in a hurry to lower their SAN values, but making them feel guilty would always help with her subsequent plans.
As for the guest who was turned into a copper coin and died tragically... Although this way of death was arranged by her, she never thought that someone would actually trigger it.
It is really stupid to attack NPCs in an infinite dungeon.
Si Ling's eyes moved down to the pile of copper coins, and he felt deeply sorry for the cannon fodder's exit in such a way.
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Outside the north gate of the manor.
Most guests had already arrived in the morning, and the peak reception period had passed. Only a few people were arriving. The shuttle bus no longer waited for full capacity, but waited 15 minutes after the first guest boarded before leaving. The last two trips had only carried five or six people.
Soon, a bus departed, and less than three minutes after it entered the park, the next bus arrived at the shuttle bus stop.
About seven or eight minutes later, a middle-aged couple got on the bus, followed by two monks, one fat and one thin, wearing dark red robes, and then a pair of brothers got on.
Among the six people, the SAN value logo above the heads of the fat and thin monks was in golden letters, which meant that they were one of the thirty-seven main targets.
Several people were traveling together. After sitting down, they began to chat with their companions. Some were talking about the itinerary, and some were talking about the scenery outside the window.
Before they knew it, the car door closed and the car started moving. None of the six passengers noticed that there was no driver in the car and they were still focused on the previous topic.
Shortly after entering the manor, the car drove across the sparkling artificial lake in front of the club building and suddenly stopped in the middle of the bridge across the lake.
The sudden braking caused all the passengers to fall forward, and they all looked forward at the same time, trying to determine what had happened.
But there was nothing, not even a second car on the bridge, let alone jaywalkers who would easily cause drivers to brake suddenly in daily life.
In order to maintain a good environment, there are not many cars in the manor. All private cars are parked in the parking lot outside the park. There are medium-sized buses and more convenient shuttle buses running in the park, so there are very few situations that require sudden braking.
Then... the passengers finally noticed...
"Where's the driver?!" The wife of the middle-aged driver was the first to realize something was wrong. As she spoke, the other five people who had been looking out the front windows of the bus turned their gazes towards the driver's seat.
The driver's seat was indeed empty. Although there was a bottle of mineral water in the round sink next to it and a light gray jacket draped over the back of the seat, there was indeed no one in front of the seat.
But none of them saw the driver get out of the car.
A strange feeling began to spread in the carriage. Everyone realized that something was wrong, but no one could explain what was going on.
until……
The fat monk sitting in the middle back position felt something fall on his forehead. He touched it casually and it felt sticky. He took his hand away and saw that what he touched was blood.
He looked up blankly——
The black thing came into view as his gaze moved. It seemed to be human-shaped, but it was climbing on the roof of the car in a very distorted posture. At the moment when their eyes met, the fat monk read a sinister smile from the face whose facial features could not be seen clearly.
"Wow!!!" The charred corpse suddenly pounced on the fat monk from the roof of the car and began to bite him without any hesitation.
“Ah——!!!” The thin monk next to him jumped three feet high, and the other passengers also jumped up reflexively, but for a moment no one even thought of running away. They all stood still, staring at the horrific scene in front of them in amazement.
...Ghosts cannot kill mortals directly. If you launch an attack rashly, the effect of spell attacks can be ignored, and physical attacks can only cause ordinary injuries.
But mortals don't know this.
Fredis bit the fat monk's throat frantically. The fat monk was so scared that he forgot to struggle. He soon felt his skin being bitten, and the smell of blood mixed with a subtle burnt smell rushed into his nostrils.
This made him feel like he was about to die. The charred corpse in front of him continued to cause pain and visual impact, and the fat monk's SAN value began to drop rapidly.
-10%;
-20%;
-30%...
When the car price dropped by 40%, the other passengers finally came to their senses as if they had been electrocuted, and rushed to the front door.
But before the man running in front could touch the car door, everyone seemed to have pressed the back button and staggered back into the car step by step.
The zombie bride with blood on her face blocked their way and approached them step by step.
"Climb out the window!!!" someone shouted.
The frightened people immediately rushed to the seats on both sides and crawled to climb out of the windows.
But the windows were all stuck shut and couldn't be opened, and there was no emergency hammer. This was not the manor's bus at all, but a prop provided by Mammon: the "Push the Trap Bus."
"Ahhhhhhh!!!" The passengers were despairing after their hopes were dashed. They could only smash the windows with their fists as hard as they could.
Elizabeth walked forward slowly and put her hand on the shoulder of a male passenger.
The moment the male passenger turned his head, he saw her bloody face. He rolled his eyes and fainted.
When a person faints, his SAN value will drop directly to 40%. Although this is not a value that allows the ghost to kill the person in one fell swoop with 100% certainty, the fainted person will not struggle to avoid, so the ghost can try to attack again and again.
Elizabeth then picked up the man, opened her bloody mouth and bit him fiercely!
After several attempts, Elizabeth took her chance and the man's carotid artery was punctured, and blood spurted in all directions.
"Help! Murder!!" In the bloody mist, the passengers lost their minds again.
Two meters away, the fat monk's life also came to an end due to Fredis's unyielding biting.
Fredis threw his body down, stood up, and walked shakily towards the remaining dead.
The state of being burned alive made her figure look much thinner than that of an ordinary person, but even those with a twisted aesthetic who preferred fair and thin figures would definitely not appreciate this body shape.
All four of them were ashen-faced. The thin monk slumped in a chair between the seats, clutching a rosary in his hand, but trembling so much that he couldn't even recite a single word. The husband of the couple was the one Elizabeth had bitten to death after fainting. Witnessing the bloody scene of her husband's tragic death, his wife fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and nearly fainted.
The remaining two men were in a slightly better situation. One was sitting in the driver's seat, trying hard to control the violent shaking and trying to start the car, while the other was trying to find something to break the door, but for the time being he had no success.
Fredis and Elizabeth exchanged a faint glance, and Fredis turned stiffly towards the thin monk. Elizabeth turned her head 180 degrees, but her body did not turn around, and she walked towards the man who was rummaging through things.
…
Fifteen minutes later, the bus was completely devoid of any signs of life. All the ghosts in the resort heard Elizabeth's relaxed yet slightly boastful voice through the sound transmission talisman: "We're calling it a day for now. We've got six kills, including two of our main targets!"
“Wow, that’s amazing!!!”
“Is this the student from the advanced class?!” a student from the intermediate class boasted.
Si Ling didn't want to speak at first, but through the few words in the sound transmission note, she quickly understood how Elizabeth and Fredis took the heads.
Her eyes were slightly stern, and after a moment's hesitation, she finally picked up the sound transmission talisman to remind them, "Be careful, many of these people are skilled in magic, be careful not to end up in trouble."
"Haha, are you, the proud Oriental lady, actually afraid?" Elizabeth's voice suddenly became sharp. "Excuse me, but my greatest achievement against religious figures was on Christmas Eve three hundred years ago. In one night, I killed eight outstanding bishops and twenty-one priests—and incidentally, I rescued the soul of Fredis, who had been imprisoned by them. What are your achievements?"
"Oh, I don't have any record in this regard." Si Ling spoke calmly, "In fact, the last mission against the five Sterman brothers was my first time attacking mortals. Forgive me for being nosy. Good luck to you."
After saying this, Si Ling calmly put the sound transmission note back into his shirt pocket and returned his gaze to the restaurant guests in front of him.
After the past fifteen minutes, they finally calmed down and began to discuss escape strategies.
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