Chapter 93 "Witch's Kaleidoscope" 16 Chaos

[“I’m really excited by what you said. Where can I find teammates like this?”

"Am I the only one who thinks this is weird? Think about it, why would this person have so many tools if he doesn't know how to do anything?"

"That makes sense. If it were me, I would just take the props and send him off."

"666, I knew there were more bad guys in this game."】

Xu An still kept smiling, but during the long silence, his smile became a little helpless. When he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a "OK".

Zhu Ci stood in front of him and looked down at him. He looked the same as when they first met. It seemed that this game did not change him at all, or maybe he was born to be in this game.

The situation is actually very complicated, and Zhu Speech has weighed the pros and cons, but he does need time.

But in reality, he was only one step away from victory.

Zhuci took out someone else's token.

…

The discussion outside about this instance is becoming more and more heated.

The number of people watching the live broadcast of the speech increased several times.

All the participants in this competition are actually dark horses. The talents of the players in this game are more outrageous than each other. And in the points competition, in fact, all of them are more optimistic about Jiang Jie, who is a combat player.

Zhuci is a player whose talent is not even apparent. Most people only see him as an entertainment anchor and are looking forward to his death.

But now... they watched this young boy who looked so young win without losing a single drop of blood. Other players didn't even see him, and they all fell silent.

Good luck? And what about this player who suddenly appeared and gave him props?

The seemingly redundant things that Zhu Ci had done before were all foreshadowing for his ideas. If Zhu Ci was in a hurry to kill people to get points, he would not have time to explore so many rules. When the system broadcasts, other players will sooner or later discover these clues and come in to kill him.

If you didn't know that other players' injuries in your own copy would also count towards your points, you wouldn't be able to turn the tables even if he tricked other players in.

If other players hadn't offended the boss in the dungeon, they could have left at any time even if they came in, and they wouldn't have been seriously injured.

He even took advantage of the system. If the system had not prompted his name, other players might not have taken risks just to covet his points.

…

Some players were indignant and said: "You just want to be smart. Do you dare to confront other players head-on?"

Some players also expressed their appreciation for this: "It is the best strategy to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but it is not worth it to dirty your own hands."

Different people have different intentions in their minds, and there are also people who are not interested in games and only care about other things.

…

"Is this the newcomer who took the sword of time but didn't use it?" Joseph looked at the young man with tears on his cheeks in the live broadcast, and disdain flashed across his eyes.

Why was the sword given to this reckless newcomer? Was it because of his face?

…

Congratulations for successfully entering someone else's world.

Perhaps because the world without its master was particularly easy to enter, he successfully took away his token.

And he hardly needs to spend any effort to search, because players who have talked to him, whether they have entered his world or not, will first find the tokens related to him.

But it is true that not all players are not in their original world. If there are some who don’t believe him, he can only convince them in other ways.

Leaving the World progressed to 25/26.

The denominator decreases again, and it appears that six more people have died in the last few moments.

I don’t know if Xu An is included.

Zhuci has one book left that he hasn't merged yet, so he's not in a hurry to leave the dungeon yet. It won't be too late to leave after his points increase for a while.

In fact, he himself didn't know why the points increased so quickly and continuously.

[“Hey, the host’s copy, that small broken room is already crowded with people, who knows?”

"Hahaha, so funny. The host's dungeon is totally unsuitable for fighting. So many players are crammed in there, and they can't get out. It's like raising pigs."

"As a result, the anchor stole the house here."

"No, why can't the host leave the dungeon? Is it really not a bug?"

"It seems to be the rule of that dungeon. I don't know why it suddenly became a place where you can only enter but not exit. However, several players seem to have discovered a way out. All you have to do is figure out the background of the dungeon and find the boss of the dungeon."

"I'm also watching other players' live broadcasts. Hahaha, the host is really a genius to let all the players help him solve the dungeon boss."】

…

Zhu Ci himself had no idea how lively his copy was, but he could see that the players outside were very excited.

It's outrageous, and it's too entertaining for viewing.

The small apartment was only big enough for a family of three, but one by one the players went in like dropping dumplings, and people were crowded together. The ghosts were probably confused when they saw them, and they could kill someone by just passing the knife forward.

But they didn't find a single speech.

However, what is scary is not only the internal fighting among players, but also hunger and the invisible torture of the Boss.

…

"That's enough! Who is that voice?"

"Why did you trick us into coming here?"

Many players have already started to collapse.

At first, they all thought that a boy who had only experienced two games, had a stunning appearance and looked easy to bully could be killed easily. Even if it was not easy, they could at least try their luck by coming in. As a result, they were trapped in this strange place.

"It's obvious. It was the player named Zhuci who tricked us in."

The speaker was a woman dressed in the priestly robes that were characteristic of her world.

Valena stood up and a card appeared in her hand.

Her talent comes with spiritual things, and the suits on the cards can provide her with some help, such as now.

All the players were complaining at once.

"Isn't he a man? Why does he have a woman's voice?"

"He's just a liar. It's not that hard to change his voice."

"If I had known he was not a good person, I would have made him pay once I caught him!"

…

As the noise continued to grow, the humidity in the air became heavier, and people's breathing pressure became greater and greater.

The room was like a giant monster that closed its mouth and swallowed them into its stomach. The feeling of suffocation gradually spread.

Many people's stomachs growled and they instantly lost the strength to speak.

"That's enough! Stop it!" Valena yelled. "You'll anger Him."

The cards in her hand were blank, representing an unknown. She had never received such cards before, had never seen them before, and it was difficult to detect what they meant. The only thing she knew was that the boss of this dungeon was very difficult.

However, her reminder was too late.

“Pah.”

When the lights were turned off, their nerves seemed to go on alarm.

Everyone opened their eyes in fear, but the light faded away at that moment and nothing could be seen.

Gravity was reversed and the world seemed to have turned sideways.

Every organ in the body is difficult to mobilize, only fear is gradually growing.

A faint cry for help sounded muffled.

Sometimes close, sometimes far away, it finally returns to your heart. This cry for help is actually very long, so long that you recall your life bit by bit and piece together the fact that a figure keeps rising and falling but is gradually buried by the soil.

Who is calling for help, who is buried in the soil?

An evil cry suddenly appeared in my ears: "It's you, struggle hard, the more you struggle, the more fun it will be!"

The person buried in the soil, so helpless, the one who will be forgotten and forgotten with the passage of time, is you!

…

The moment the lights came back on, all the players were so frightened that they lost their voices.

Someone suddenly looked up at the clock and shouted, "Nothing has changed, and one second has passed!"

Yes, just one second had passed, but they felt their perceptions were all messed up. Some people with weaker mental powers even forgot why they were here.

Why doesn't time change? If so, then what is this if not an illusion?

Castor held the puppet in his arms and gently caressed it a few times.

“Sizzle!”

The blade cut through the cloth, piercing the flesh with a sound, and the smell of blood spread.

"you!"

One player fell down in disbelief, while the killer's eyes bulged out, revealing an excited look.

What better reminder that one is alive than the death of another?

"Why did you kill him suddenly?"

Facing the accusations of other players, this person cast a bloodthirsty gaze over and said, "What's wrong? Can't you kill people in this game?"

When this was said, no one objected. If there hadn't been more and more people, they would have killed them one by one. In this kind of competition, never have any good thoughts towards people's hearts.

Their gazes and minds have changed, and just like the broken window effect, the delicate balance has been broken, and more people will choose to kill other players.

No matter how impressive the speech is, if we kill all these people, we should be sure to get first place in points.

…

Seeing that the situation was about to get chaotic again, a hint of disgust flashed across Valena's eyes.

These people only see violence and cannot distinguish the situation. They are really stupid.

"Everyone calm down, now we have to unite!"

But no one listened to her.

Castor held the doll, looked at these people coldly, and walked towards the remaining closed doors.

His luck was not good, and the first door he opened was the legendary door of his parents' room, which Zhu Ci had never opened before.

In the dark room, a large amount of blood suddenly gushed out.

A sticky mess spread from the soles of the man's shoes, and even splashed onto his trouser legs.

The puppet in the arms was suddenly thrown far away and turned into a little girl, while the young man turned into a puppet.

“Swish!”

A knife flew out and directly killed an unsuspecting player, and a man rolled out from inside, covered in blood.

Angel hugged the young rabbit-headed puppet and pouted.

The man stood up, rolling and crawling, but it was obvious that he was very agile. He also pulled out the knife that was embedded in the chest of the player who had just died. It was Jiang Jie.

Like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood, he looked like nothing. All the players retreated. How many people were killed?

His fans celebrated with joy.

【“It’s finally light.”

“I thought the anchor was dead.”

"How could he die? What's going on with the blood in the room?"】

At this moment, dirty things were washed out of the room along with the blood, and the dirty minced meat gave off a nauseating smell. Whether they entered the room or not, they knew what kind of place was inside.

That is, a slaughterhouse.