Chapter 22: Father and Son - The Horror in the Cemetery

"My talent has just evolved, and my spirit is fine now." Fang Yu said.

The other players all looked at her with suspicion in their eyes.

Zhu Ci looked at her and felt that she had changed a lot today.

"I'm going to the manor to see if I can pry the door open. It's not even 11 o'clock yet, maybe there will be a chance of success."

Zhu Ci said: "Even if you go, I will not sit and wait for death."

He has no opinion on whether others go out or not, but he will not stay where he is.

"Wait until 11 o'clock before leaving. If I have pried the door open before 11 o'clock, I will come back. If I have not pried the door open, I will also come back quickly." Fang Yu said.

Zhang Xiaowei looked at him: "Good choice."

Congratulations: "Thank you."

[“The anchor is really brave. Aren’t most newcomers just hiding as much as possible and never take the initiative to attack?”

"But this kind of dungeon is getting more dangerous day by day. It's better to take the initiative to look for clues and complete the exploration as soon as possible, rather than hiding and waiting for five days to pass by yourself."

"The anchor's teammates are pretty good, and now there seems to be a sense of unity."

"There are few of them in this instance, so everyone is important."】

Mo Anan looked at them, feeling a little uneasy: "I want to go too."

"Forget it. I feel that if something happens to us, Brother Ci will have to come to rescue us. What a trouble." Xu advised secretly.

Zhu Ci said: "You are in trouble, save yourself."

【“Hahahaha, Xu An’s expression is so funny.”

"But he has those candles, so what is there to be afraid of?"

"It's so funny, if something happens to Mo Anan, will he go to save her?"

"Mo Anan's brother is rich, he can buy gifts himself, hahaha, who would offend such a rich sponsor?"

"Okay, Brother Ci, I won't leave here." Xu An was not discouraged.

Zhang Xiaowei seemed to have a certain weight in this flower bed, and no little ghosts came near her.

Fang Yu no longer wasted time. She rushed out with a dagger in her hand. Once it was eleven o'clock, it would be even more dangerous for her to go and see if the door of the manor could be opened.

Li Hang said: "Why don't we discuss tomorrow's plan?"

Zhu Ci stared into the darkness outside and responded, "I'll tell the story tomorrow."

There was a lot of noise all around. Although there was the glow of fire, their visibility was getting lower and lower.

The roses on the wall were burning in flames, but they could not be burned to death. The light of the flames could only cover five people at most.

Zhu Ci picked up the flashlight and shone it outside.

The white light swept around.

The players' faces changed drastically.

The original garden has long since disappeared, replaced by a mass grave-like cemetery.

The burial site was not filled tightly, and the white bones could be vaguely seen sticking out, as if they would break out of the ground soon.

In the distance, I vaguely saw a figure running towards this side.

"What is it?" Yang Zecheng asked.

"It's Sister Fang Yu, I saw it." Mo Anan said.

Fang Yu finally came back, but she was covered in sweat and looked very tired. She kept her head down and her chest heaving violently.

"I pried the door open using a gardener's shovel that I found on the roadside." Fang Yu said as he recalled.

"After the door was pried open, I saw a person pouring wax on himself. It was like...his skin was melting. There were two maids beside him as well."

"Did they chase you?" Li Hang asked.

"Yes, I discovered their secret, and they started chasing me." Fang Yu took a deep breath, slowed down, and said his guess, "The gardener is a dead person, and there was wax outside. I guess the housekeeper's face was also waxed."

"Why are they standing at the door in the rain, Fang Yu? Maybe they are trying to scare you." Yang Zecheng said.

"No, their murder condition might be that they were seen pouring wax, so they came here on purpose after hearing the sound of you prying the door open."

"But, but..." Fang Yu suddenly raised her head.

People saw her face. In the light of the fire, they saw that her face was also stained with some wax.

The wax seemed to move, spreading along her face and making her look extremely strange.

Players: “…”

"Ahhhh..." Xu cried out in an angry voice.

"Shut up." Zhuci said.

Xu An swallowed his scream.

Zhang Xiaowei took a step forward and said, "What a coward."

"Can she be saved?" Zhu Ci asked.

"It's just an indirect curse." said Zhang Xiaowei.

"That's good." Xu An breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Ci took a step forward, allowing Fang Yu to enter the firelight.

Curse... Sacrifice...

Before he could finish his speech, thunder rumbled in the sky and lightning split the night sky, as if announcing the coming of a storm.

"What should I do? Is it going to rain?" Xu thought secretly.

"It hardly rains in the game. This isn't a survival game. I guess it's just thunder." Yang Zecheng said.

“I am here.”

In the distance, they heard the sound of something heavy being dragged, and at the moment when lightning flashed, they saw a vague figure.

The figure was getting closer and closer to them, and it seemed that it would be right in front of them in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Ci turned around to look at his teammates and then walked out.

"Hey, Brother Ci, keep these candles and return them to me tomorrow. Also, you don't have to use a lighter to light them, you can just recite silently to light them." Xu An suddenly called him and stuffed two candles into his hands.

Zhu Ci looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I should be safe tonight. I trust you. Hahaha..."

Before Zhuci could say anything, the monster was already ten meters away.

"Why don't you stay and stand aside so we can beat him together," Fang Yu said.

Mo Anan agreed: "Yes, it may be dangerous for you to fight alone."

However, the shadow suddenly appeared in front of them, and under the bloody light, a shiny sickle swung into the firelight. Several players quickly avoided it and hit him with props, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

The black shadow had no face, and even no entity except for the sickle in its hand. It looked like the god of death crawling out of hell.

"The firelight can fight other weird things, but it can't stop the entity." Zhang Xiaowei said.

The sickle could still be swung in, but the dark shadow outside could not be subdued.

If this continues, the rose wall will also be destroyed.

Zhu Ci picked up the flashlight and shone it on the black shadow.

The light seems to be able to restrain this monster, but it will also attract the monster's attention.

Zhuci ran out immediately.

The white light of a flashlight is more attractive to monsters than the flames of similar ghostly creatures.

Zhu Ci kept shining the flashlight backwards, which not only slowed down the monster's movement speed but also attracted its attention. He did not turn off the flashlight until he was far away from that place.

It has just been proven that even if a person is bathed in light, he can still be attacked. No matter how slow the opponent is, he is still a monster.

The monster has been attracted to this place, and with the blessing, it should not be easily attracted back.

For Zhuci, this is like a two-dimensional game turned into a holographic one. What he needs to consider now is how to steadily attract the monster's hatred.

Hide in the darkness, walk in circles, and at the same time, make sure you can't miss the monster's movements.

The shadow's sickle was too bright, and the blood-red light shining on it looked like blood from a recent murder, which provided a mark for Zhuci to pay attention to.

Zhu Ci dodged carefully. If the shadow lost sight of him and went back, he would turn on the flashlight again to expose his position.

[“Ahhh, why is it the anchor who comes out to attract the monsters!”

"He was the one who found the shelter. What did his teammates do?"

"Otherwise, how many useful people are there in this team? Without the anchor, they will be wiped out."

"It's quite exciting. The host is really kind. Even if he sacrifices one person just to get more people to tell his story, it's still good enough."

"Not enough. I feel like his teammates died soon after they ran out. There must be more than one sacrifice. It's possible that the anchor was the only one left. Oh, it's also possible that the anchor died."】

The speech was supposed to go on like this, but something on the ground caught his attention.

Zhu Ci looked at it carefully and was shocked.

He originally thought it was a mushroom growing on the tombstone, or something else, but then he saw clearly...

It’s the hand…

A crowd of hands.

Half of his palm had already stretched out of the grave, and his finger joints could move flexibly. Zhu Ci swallowed his saliva.

Tears blurred my eyes.

He raised his hand to wipe it, but a low, vague laugh rang in his ears: "Bad kids will be punished..."

He turned around and saw the shadowy figure standing behind him, with the dark face facing him. He felt as if he was looking into an abyss.

The sickle above his head was already hanging high, and a flash of blood-red light passed by, as if it was an order to kill his soul.

The man under the sickle had half his face wet with tears, as if he was a lost person who was desperately seeking salvation but could not find it.

…

[Virtual Speech: The sickle of the god of death is in place, and the bloody gaze has locked the angel of mercy. Without wings, it cannot fly, and is no different from a flock of sheep to be slaughtered. From now on, the hymn of death will...]

The sound of the virtual speech in the live broadcast room suddenly stopped.

「Ahhhhh…」

"Help……"】