The middle-aged man fell to the ground, his hands tightly grasping his neck, veins bulging on his face, his face grim, and his legs twitching constantly.
Such a sudden change frightened everyone and made them stop in their tracks. However, a few people rushed in too fast and could not stop, and ended up outside the gate. As a result, without exception, everyone who stepped out of the gate fell to the ground instantly, as if they were controlled by a pair of invisible big hands, which were pinching their necks tightly and twitching violently on the ground.
When Qian Zihao saw this scene, his face changed drastically and he braked repeatedly, but once his huge body rushed forward, the inertia it carried made it impossible to stop instantly. At this moment, the silver ring on his fat finger flashed a subtle luster, and his body seemed to shrink a little, and his legs seemed to take root, and he stopped steadily.
call!
He was breathing heavily and his fat face was already beginning to be oily.
The first few people who stepped out of the door fluttered twice and then fell completely silent.
Silence! The crowd fell into dead silence. As we all know, people cannot make any sound when they are extremely scared. Sometimes screaming is more like a way to vent fear, but when fear spreads like a tide and pours into the mouth and nose, people will feel their throats blocked and unable to make any sound.
The only thing still playing in the entire banquet hall was the piano music that had never stopped from beginning to end.
No one knew why the pianist was so dedicated. He was still playing even in such a state. And the more he played, the more appropriate it became. With the almost stagnant and depressing atmosphere in the venue, the sound of the piano also became low and depressing.
But no one paid attention to the pianist at this time.
The stiffness brought by fear spread throughout the body. No one could have imagined that the masked man's methods were so strange that he could kill people from a distance.
Pah pah.......
The masked man on the stage clapped his hands: "Everyone, the night is long. I estimate that Murong Zhuo will not be back for a while. Before that, why don't we play a game first?"
Everyone looked at the masked man in fear, no one dared to speak, even Murong Yun and other extraordinary people were extremely afraid. With his ghostly speed and strange killing methods, even the strongest man, the head of the Murong family, was easily fooled. Who would dare to act rashly in front of such a strong man?
In the crowd, Su Mu and Nangong Mengli were still acting. Su Mu had just the right amount of fear on his face, his body trembling slightly, trying hard to act like the same as everyone else.
Nangong Mengli was angry, stunned and frightened, as if she had not yet accepted that the Golden Eye was snatched away from her right in front of her eyes.
This pair of superb acting men and women supported each other and looked at the masked man high above them like everyone else, as if they were sinners waiting for the gods to punish them.
"How did you do it?" Nangong Mengli's red lips came close to Su Mu's ear, and her tiny voice was accompanied by a hint of warmth. She was really curious. She knew that the masked man was an illusion created by Su Mu, but what about the voice? And how did the person at the gate die?
Is it possible to achieve this just by relying on illusion?
Su Mu was scared and continued to tremble. He didn't answer. He didn't think this was a good time to explain.
Only he himself knows the real answer. The masked man was indeed an illusion he created using [Senluo Wanxiang], and the sound was simulated by relying on the treasure [Heavenly Silent Sound]. As for the sudden power outage and the death of those who stepped out of the door, they were actually "actors" he had found in advance.
Before the banquet started, he entered the banquet disguised as a waiter and randomly selected a group of lucky audience members for hypnosis. In other words, half of the people in the entire banquet were his people.
He just needs to let "his people" stand near the door in advance, and then the first few people run out of the door, and then use hypnosis to make them strangle himself.
With his current mental strength, it would be easy for him to hypnotize some ordinary people to commit suicide.
The reason why a group of people had to die was, of course, to intimidate the group of extraordinary people headed by Murong Yun. If the masked man just dodged and didn't take action from beginning to end, someone would soon realize that something was wrong, so for this grand show, death was necessary.
The most crucial thing is that the core purpose of this time is to kill Murong Zhuo, but if he only kills Murong Zhuo, the intention is too obvious, so he chooses to make the matter as big as possible. The bigger the matter, the harder it is to guess the true intention.
"Change to a more exciting song." The masked man ordered the pianist beside him. The pianist was like a puppet being controlled. Hearing this, he immediately changed the style of the song. Dongdongdong...
The heavy notes were pressed down fiercely, as powerful as the surging waves. The melody was sometimes violent and sometimes like a galloping horse. Every strike on the keys seemed to hit everyone's heart.
While the masked man was ordering a song, Murong Yun gave a subtle wink to the several extraordinary people around him. They nodded seriously and quietly surrounded the masked man.
At this moment, the masked man suddenly turned around, scaring several people so much that they immediately stopped their actions.
He simply ignored the several extraordinary people who were quietly approaching, and said to the panicked crowd with interest: "Now, the game begins. The name of this game is... Whoever moves dies."
The slow and leisurely voice did not carry the slightest edge, but to everyone's ears it sounded like the devil's death warrant.
Damn it! Murong Yun cursed in his heart. He never thought that the Murong family's home ground would be controlled by a mysterious person. He knew that he had to take measures, otherwise how could the Murong family hold their heads up in the future?
Just as he was about to give the order to take action, a man in a suit and tie with thick foundation on his face in the crowd began to tremble as if he was too frightened.
"You moved." A teasing voice came from under the silver-white mask. Everyone instantly tensed up and watched the other party's next move. They saw the masked man slowly raised his right hand, and his right hand covered by a white glove was clenched into a gun shape.
"Bang!" The masked man simulated the sound of a gunshot, as if he was playing a prank, but the strange thing was that when the gun went off, there was clearly no bullet fired, but the man with heavy makeup let out a shrill scream, covered his chest tightly, and fell to the ground with a bang.
His face was distorted by fear, and he lay stiffly on the ground, completely lifeless!
Such a weird scene frightened Murong Yun so much that he dared not act rashly. His eyes widened in disbelief, and a huge wave of fear had already risen in his heart.
What kind of method is this? How can one kill people from a distance without bullets? Is there such a thing in the known laws?
As the man died, the people around him could no longer withstand the pressure and started screaming.
"Ah!! I don't want to die!"
“Help!!”
The panicked people were trying to escape by tumbling and crawling. They had no idea where to go. However, in reality, these people were just actors controlled by Su Mu.
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