Chapter 62: Twins 27 Randomly pick a loser...
"Catch him!"
Following the baby ghost's command, countless little ghosts swarmed out.
Their anger and resentment almost filled the entire instance.
…
"Boss, what should we do next? Should we bring him back?" Several players looked at Andy, their expressions were full of admiration. If they had not followed Andy, they might have been torn to pieces by so many scary little ghosts.
Andy leaned against the wall and asked, "What's next?"
He glanced at the players in front of him. He had only been able to hold on until now by relying on props that reduced negative effects, so what could these players do?
The sword that Zhu Ci had just controlled became heavier, as if it had become some kind of prop. Andy could only lift it a little to rescue the ghost baby. However, even so, the ghost baby could not leave the stone statue, as if it was trapped.
"Ahhh, I'm going to kill him!"
The ghost baby roared angrily.
…
The scene before me was too dark to see clearly.
Andy took out a lighter. The smell of smoke calmed him down and reminded him of the time when he first entered the dungeon.
In the midst of puffing smoke, he sneered and said to the players: "From now on, you should worry about your own life and death."
…
"Hurry, faster." Zhu Ci took a deep breath. How could he have forgotten the lesson from the first copy and failed to train himself to have a physique that surpassed that of an ordinary person?
"Oh, you look like that." Meng Yuanzhou caught up with him from behind, glanced at him, and said helplessly, "Come here, I'll carry you on my back."
Congratulations: "..."
Does he look fierce now?
"Need not."
He glanced into the next room.
"Let's find a safe place to hide."
Regardless of whether the space has changed or not, the order of the rooms in the venue will at most be swapped, and there will be no new map, otherwise this copy would be so simple.
"None of these doors can be opened." Mo Yangbing kicked the door here.
"Oh. Can't kick it open?" Meng Yuanzhou also went up to try, and sure enough, these doors were locked.
"There's no time..." Wu Yi suddenly shouted, and his whole body shuddered.
Everyone looked back and found that those ghost kids had already rushed up at some point, and...their attack method was no longer as simple as biting, but directly ramming into Wu Yi's body.
"This……"
Wu Yi's face gradually turned blue, his forehead turned black, and bloodshot eyes appeared.
Mo Yangbing: “…”
Every glance at it reminded him of how he felt when he lost control.
"Hurry...run!" Wu Yi gritted his teeth to stay awake.
Congratulations: "..."
He took out the spray and sprayed it on Wu Yi, then stuffed a bottle into his hand and drew a talisman on his forehead.
Wu Yi opened his mouth and spat out with a "wow".
What came out was not something dirty, but an illusory ghost face.
Zhu Ci took a step back and touched his eyes.
In fact, he is a bit of a mysophobe. That face was twisted into a "screaming" look and came towards him, which always made him feel uncomfortable.
"Are you feeling better now?"
"Don't worry about it, the ones behind are coming up!"
Meng Yuanzhou suddenly grabbed Wu Yi and Zhu Ci and pulled them forward.
Congratulations: "..."
Although the tears in my right eye are just decoration, I always feel a slight coolness on my face when I run.
Mo Yangbing still remembered the little method he had learned from the materials in the morning about how to subdue these ghosts, and wanted to give it a try, but he had no idea where to start. How could he use it without a medium...
A swarm of evil spirits were chasing them from behind.
Zhu Ci was running when he suddenly saw an open door.
Li Xiaoyan was still holding the child, and they were running out of energy.
Don't get caught up in a chase for too long.
But this open door was so strange that Zhu Ci felt it looked familiar.
"Do you want to go in?" Mo Yangbing asked.
"It's... the room with the basement." Zhu Ci took a deep breath.
basement……
He couldn't help but think about it, as he was a very suspicious person.
The sword in the space is still gathering dust.
Zhu Ci looked at the child in Li Xiaoyan's arms, and suddenly an idea flashed through his mind.
Wu Yi had already returned the music box to him last time.
Zhuci opened the music box, and pleasant piano sounds came out of the music box.
"Follow the sound, it will lead us to safety."
"ah……"
Wu Yi was already feeling unwell, and then he was pushed around, so he fell down.
Several people ran out out of inertia before stopping. Meng Yuanzhou dragged him for a while.
"I'm sorry." Wu Yi's face was full of guilt. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't.
Just a moment behind, a little devil had already pressed down his legs.
"What should I do?" Li Xiaoyan bit her lip. She didn't have many talismans left.
They had no time to hesitate, not even a moment.
"Ahhh, why does it keep happening like this?"
"Just give up when your teammates are holding you back. You're not a savior."
"Just run! Why are you looking back?"
"I'm nervous for them. Zhu Speech was second to last and the ghosts were about to touch him!"
"Wuwuwuwu, anchor, please stop crying and being soft-hearted. You look so easy to bully."】
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"Run! Hurry!" Zhuci shouted directly, "Protect the child!"
He shook off Meng Yuanzhou's hand and grabbed Wu Yi.
"Brother! Don't save me! Brother!" Wu Yi had never heard such a speech before.
No one turned around and rescued him without hesitation at this time.
His eyes suddenly became a little moist.
"I'm sorry, brother. I shouldn't have secretly said that you were showing off."
Congratulations: "..."
Before Wu Yi saw the speech, he often heard rumors about it from his classmates.
He had also seen him from a distance on the award-giving platform at school. That face seemed to be indifferent to everyone, but he seemed to have easily won the favor of many people. He thought, what else could this be but showing off?
But the current speech was far from his real memory.
On that usually cold face, the right eye was bright red as if it was done with delicate makeup, tears dripped down the cheek, but the left face was still as cold as usual, and the corner of the mouth seemed to have a faint bitter smile.
He was so scared, yet he turned back to save him regardless of everything.
Why is he so useless?
Zhu Ci glanced at the entrance to the basement not far from them. He recited many exorcism spells, but he could not stand the ghosts that kept coming at him.
"Run." Li Xiaoyan gritted her teeth and said, she was indeed a little worried about Zhu Ci's words, but since he had turned back, if they stayed any longer they would only be doomed.
Mo Yangbing was annoyed by the fact that his sanity level was not changing. If his talent had taken effect at this moment, he would not have been so clearly aware that he had to leave immediately after giving his speech.
Zhu Ci and Wu Yi were gradually surrounded by these ghost babies.
Wu Yi burst into tears: "Brother, wuwuwu."
"..." The feeling of having evil spirit entering the body was indeed very uncomfortable, but Wu Yi's crying appearance made Zhu Ci even more helpless.
[“Ahhhh, why is that? Wuuuuuuu, the anchor is… back on the viewer charts.”
"Can he be more decisive? Just throw it away if it's just an ordinary student."
"Hey, isn't the front paving finished?"
"So... this player is on the watch list? Huh? About to die?"】
Newcomers will receive bonuses when they are on the list for the first time, especially the watch list. However, it is a little difficult for old players to be on the watch list, and the activity of the live broadcast room must be higher.
"Who said we were going to die?"
After the blessing was finished, the sword on the stone statue in the distance suddenly moved.
This is why Zhuci insisted that Li Hongmei start the ceremony. He is now a swordsman recognized by the copy, so he can control the sword for a short time, but...
There was still a problem. The ritual was only halfway done and he hadn't yet completely frightened the ghosts.
Even if it was a real swordsman, this sword was probably just a tool, a tool to control the detonation of the bomb, otherwise the previous swordsman would not have died.
As the sword flew out, the ghost baby under the stone statue was able to move.
And the congratulatory speech...
He used his sword to sweep away a group of ghosts, then dragged Wu Yi to the basement.
"Brother, I can do it myself."
Wu Yi rolled on the spot and then stood up.
This rolling and standing posture is perfect.
Zhu Ci closed the door and took a deep breath.
Obviously, he was not used to using the exorcist's skills. More importantly, it was very energy-consuming, and... since it was an exorcism, not an exorcism of ghosts, there were limited ways to exorcise ghosts.
But now…
Zhu Ci searched the system space for a potion that could restore his strength, and finally bought a bottle for a high price of 10,000 points, and poured it all into his mouth.
"Click." I found the light switch.
Zhuci used the remaining spray to get rid of the little ghost that followed him in.
Then he drew a formation at the door.
Wu Yi vaguely understood something.
"Brother...this, isn't this going to attract ghosts?"
There was a loud bang on the door outside.
"You drew the talisman on the door. Now you are also able to use that power."
In fact, this dungeon does not restrict the identity of the player who has learned exorcism, it only depends on the strength of the magic power.
Wu Yi's study ability is actually very strong. After all, he is a college student who has to take final exams.
"Can I?"
"Okay, wait for me." Zhu Ci took a deep breath, looking tired, holding the sword as if facing a powerful enemy.
He looked reluctant, and his hands were even shaking a little, but his grip on the sword became tighter.
The steps are getting faster and faster.
The congratulatory speech was inspiring.
The blue and red lines in the air were entangling the sword and...his body.
Soon, his heart no longer belongs to him, but a bargaining chip.
Betting your body, such a thing...
How could he accomplish this alone?
He couldn't bear the consequences unless...
Zhuci's expression was indifferent, and the right corner of his lips was curved.
[“The anchor… is crying, but I feel it’s a bit weird.”
"Well... we can't guess what the host is thinking..."
"It feels like he's going to randomly pick a loser. Who will that loser be?"]