Chapter 132: Ghosts and Gods 8 Accident

"God is invisible."

Just when the man was about to get it, Zhu Ci called out the name of the sword.

Hearing the familiar sound, the sword seemed to be spiritual after all. It flew out of the pot, splashing boiling water and leaving a bloody mark on the man's hand.

The sword, which was burning red, flew back to Zhuci's hand, but the man was killed.

Zhu Ci watched his blood drip into the pot. The ghost statue in front of him had one more drop of blood because the Shenyin Sword was gone. Now it had returned to its original appearance, and even its eyes were half-closed.

Looking at the man's back, he seems to be a young man.

Is it a human or a ghost?

"Zhuci, how could you do this to the sword?"

The man turned his back and seemed to be unconcerned about the changes. Instead, he was still worried about the sword, and his tone sounded very strange.

This cursed sword seems to be a hot commodity. Zhu Ci's eyes turned and he was about to speak, but suddenly his expression changed and he looked at the stone statue.

I saw the ghost statue in front of me suddenly open its eyes.

【Worship the gods, carve words, and get married. 】

The next system prompt sounded in Zhuci's mind, and a string of names flashed before his eyes. He thought they were the ghosts and gods waiting for him to carve the words.

"It's your turn to carve the words." After all, the blood was not shed by him, so Zhu Ci was naturally a reminder to the person who had his back to him.

"No, you can't wait until then. I can't wait to be noticed by God." The man's tone was dangerous, even a little crazy.

If the gods he was referring to were the ghosts and gods before him, then he should have already done it.

Only one tenth of the incense in the incense burner was left. The ghost opened his eyes, revealing a pair of living eyes. At this moment, he glanced at the man, and then steadily fell on Zhu Ci, with incomparable greed.

Zhu Ci frowned and clenched the sword in his hand.

Sure enough, the next second, a white light flashed in the room.

Zhu Ci couldn't help but close his eyes, as if nothing had happened. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the cloth on the eyes of all the stone statues around him had been cut off, and under the cloth, there were pairs of greedy eyes.

"It seems that you are nothing special. When we meet again, I hope to see you on the death list." The man turned his head, revealing a baby face with big eyes. While saying this, he winked at Zhu Ci playfully.

"It's you." Zhu Ci said this, not really surprised. What surprised him was that Joseph dyed his hair black when he entered the dungeon, and his face looked different from what he saw in the intelligence.

"Yes, my dear rival, I am glad to see you, when..." Joseph glanced at the stove beside him with a smile, "when your time is running out."

As he said this, he tilted his head as if he was a little proud, but when he was about to turn around, he saw Zhu Ci's face and stopped in his tracks.

"Oh, that's unfair. I don't like people crying, but who told you to move when you shouldn't?"

There was a flash of dazzling white light.

…

[“Ah? Is the anchor going to get cold?”

"It's normal. He cries when he's feeling cold."

"That's the tearful feeling! So cool!"

"Why are you so excited about understanding ghosts and gods? Who wouldn't like to pick the flowers from the ridge?"

"It's a shame that there is no ranking this time."

"Is it Joseph?"

"That white light feels like it's him. Does he have an exotic doll-like face?"

"I feel like the anchor is just like that. I don't know how Joseph got in, but the anchor is going to die here. They are totally on different levels."

“But what is the anchor doing?”

"If the anchor is gone, my happiness will end, so I'd better live on!"】

…

The surrounding stone statues of ghosts and gods became more and more vivid, and when the incense was about to burn out, they seemed to be walking out of the stones.

Although it seemed that nothing was happening in this enclosed space, countless shadows gathered abnormally on Zhu Ci, surrounding him with their fangs and claws.

Even if the sword was thrust into the pot again, it would not stop the incense from burning, and it was too late to find a way for Joseph to come and go as he pleased.

It seems that this player named Joseph is really talented. There is no need to fix the game and give him some points.

Zhu Ci ignored the tears on his face. He grabbed the wooden sign on the altar, picked up the pen beside him, and wrote down the name of Joseph on the card very fluently.

Please God.

Worship God.

There are so many wooden signs, it's not like you can only marry one.

Joseph may have known that the Blessing might write his name, but in a pure contest of strength, he did not think that the Blessing could defeat him.

Of course, Zhu Ci had no interest in confronting the other party head-on.

He had no intention of making a contract with any ghost or god.

The words Shen Wu had said before about worshipping gods came to mind: "It is better for you to worship me than to worship them."

"Then please, ex-boyfriend." Zhu Ci took out the wooden plaque that Que Nu had given him, casually took out a one-inch photo of Shen Wu, and stuck it on with glue.

It doesn’t matter if the name is unknown, he brought a photo anyway.

At the last second before the incense burned out, Zhuci activated the props.

[The item "Digging Three Feet Deep" has been activated, and the original judgment target has taken effect. 】

"Blah, blah, blah..." The wooden signs left on the table moved automatically without wind, and names appeared on them. No greetings were noticed.

[“??? What happened?”

"Wow, ah, who among you saw the host's expression in the last second?"

"Oh my god, I thought the host was dead, the screen was black, but his tear-soaked smile at the last second made me stay."

"It's okay. I've edited and made a video of the anchor's handsome photos before his death. It can be used for your remembrance."

"Good man, really good man, if there are any other anchors, I want them all."

"Why are people still setting off firecrackers even though the anchor is dead? Is it because the anchor never cared about us and never interacted with us?"

"A cruel man."

"A cruel but cold man."

"Huh? The anchor is alive?"]

…

After a few seconds of silence, Zhuci opened the comments and happened to see the discussion on the barrage.

Why do we need to turn on the bullet screen? Actually, it is because this place is really too dark. Although the bullet screen cannot provide lighting, it allows us to see real living people.

The barrage was also the first to notice that Zhu Ci had opened the comments, and they all felt that they had never seen such a thing before. They sent messages to Zhu Ci one after another, and tried to earn points. Of course, this did not hinder the long-lurking haters from trying to scold him and disturb him.

[“Where is this, anchor?”

"It's so dark here. What just happened?"

"Anchor, anchor, please say something."】

Zhu Ci couldn't speak. He should be in the underground part of this copy now. In fact, Qi Shiyu had given him this prop a long time ago, and he had used the prop to explore when he entered the copy, and there was indeed a basement.

[“Anchor, are you going to lose the challenge?”

"What's going on? Who are you waiting for?"

"That's weird. Did the anchor use some props? Shouldn't he be able to move using props?"

"Come to think of it, I remember the host took away all the tablets of ghosts and gods just now, so I don't know what President Qi and President Zhou should do."】

Zhu Ci glanced at the barrage and suddenly realized that it seemed to be true. What should Qi Shiyu and Zhou Yang do?

As for why he couldn't use props to move, it was of course because he had already completed the task and successfully contracted with the person.

One thing he was 100% sure of was that Joseph, like Chen Yinan, was a player who could sign contracts with other players in this dungeon. The other thing he was not sure about was actually his ex-boyfriend who seemed to not understand what people were saying in the dungeon.

spirits?

Is Shen Wu a human, a ghost, or a god? Is the contract useful to him?

He didn't know about these, but even if it didn't work, he would find a way to make it useful later. And now, of course, he should worship his ex-boyfriend's tablet and pray that he can play his role.

…

Zhu Ci carefully explored the surrounding terrain, trying not to make any noise. He searched through his messy item list and found a pill that could allow him to remain hidden.

I spent a lot of points to buy this pill.

He and Joseph were bound to have a battle because of the contract, and he was not sure if he could fight alone, and of course he was not sure if he could fight his ex-boyfriend either.

so……

…

In the completely dark space, one could hardly hear the breathing of any living person, and it was so quiet that there was not even the sound of the wind.

Suddenly a white light descended.

…

As Zhuci had expected, Joseph thought that Zhuci would hurry up and write down the name of the contracting party in order to survive. However, he did not believe that Zhuci dared to write his name, and he had already cut the red cloth of those ghost statues. As far as he knew, Zhuci was not a player who was good at fighting.

But he suddenly felt his soul being torn apart. This strange feeling of attraction made him laugh.

Ha, it's been a long time since I've seen such a reckless newcomer. He dared to accept his challenge after only completing a few dungeons, and even challenged him in the area he is least proficient in in such a dangerous dungeon.

Wouldn't it be better to die early?

"So, Zhuci, where are you?"

Joseph was pulled into darkness and thought it was a virtual challenge space created by the copy.

Because darkness is the enemy of light, Joseph used his talent immediately.

His talent is to use light as a weapon. One of his skills is that any area covered by light will become his area, during which his combat power can be doubled and the power of others can be weakened. Of course, to deal with Zhuci, he is confident that he does not need to do this, so this light is just an ordinary light.

…

Zhu Ci used the light to quickly glance at the surrounding terrain, but in an instant, his breath missed a beat and a crack appeared on his usually cold face.

So horrible.

He had been feeling his way around the terrain just now, and when he turned around, he realized that there was a familiar yet unfamiliar figure beside him.

[“Oh my god! What’s going on?”

"How did the anchor get to this place?"

"Wow, wait, the anchor looks terrified. Hahaha, so funny. Is he afraid of being beaten to death by Joseph?"

"I feel like the anchor is more afraid of the one next to him."

"Lots of chains, and a beautiful portrait, although I can't see the face."

"No, the anchor is right to be afraid of the way the chain is tied."

"What kind of binding method?"

"Not only the anchor should be afraid, but Joseph should be afraid too."

"What a joke! He's the top 18 player in the server. There's no monster he can't kill!"]