119 Sacrifice Corridor 33 || Witch
Everyone recalled the scene when they first entered the game. Everyone was there at that time, and Zhao Wanqing was still Zhao Wanqing. It could only be after dark.
In fact, it is easy to calculate. According to the number of people killed every night in the game, it can only be the second night when Yan Shuang received the call.
"So early, she..." Wu Yaqi said sadly.
"Now is not the time to be upset." Lin Haichen didn't care about her, but said to Jing Ning in a deep voice: "Today is the last day, we must determine where the door will appear."
Jing Ning and Yan Shuang fell into deep thought. Tian Yiyi pursed her lips and said nothing, looking towards the room where she lived.
Lin Haichen was thoughtful and patted her shoulder. "Only by leaving the game can we be worthy of those who left. We all know you feel bad, but Xiaoyu also hopes that you can be well."
"I was just thinking the door would definitely appear near the temple. The temple is like the home of these ghosts." Tian Yiyi retracted her gaze and continued, "Also, judging from the illusions I've experienced over the past few days, the illusions created by the game have always been my inner fears. Is there any necessary connection between the two?"
"I think last night's illusion was a clue given by the game," Yan Shuang said, "but I just haven't figured it out yet."
"All of these are possible. Let's go to the temple first and mark the place where we think the door will appear." Lin Haichen said.
Everyone nodded, feeling much better. There were only a dozen hours left before the end of the game, and victory was just around the corner.
"What are you thinking about?" Jing Ning kept his head down in thought on the way, Yan Shuang asked.
"The game uses fear to create an illusion, allowing those who enter it to immerse themselves more deeply. Once people lose control of their emotions, they are prone to making impulsive and wrong choices. On the surface, it's fear, but at its core, it's more like a test of whether faith in kindness can withstand the ravages of truth in desperate situations." Jing Ning said slowly, "Dwelling on the evil of others tortures your heart. If you cling to a single thought, all suffering will follow. If you let go, all freedom will come."
"The final result depends fundamentally on your own sacrifices and choices," said Yan Shuang.
Jing Ning nodded and paused the topic.
The eight people searched the temple over and over again, and every place looked like the place where the final door would appear.
"Could this temple door be the final exit? Just like the taboo." Ye Jing'an squatted down and hugged his head and said, "I really don't know where the door will appear."
"No." Lin Haichen directly denied his statement, "Taboo is because you want to escape from school. This game is fundamentally different. It's more like a mirror."
Then he turned his gaze to Jing Ning, "What do you think?"
Jing Ning narrowed his eyes and looked at the crowd gradually coming this way. "Maybe there will be a difficult choice tonight."
A huge crowd gathered here, ranging from people in their eighties to babies crying for food, which shows how much importance these people attached to this ceremony.
The security guard spotted them immediately and greeted them warmly, holding the teacup he always kept in hand. "You're really early and have found a good seat. When the fortune teller comes later, you should seize the opportunity to make a wish. It's very effective."
"Have you tried it?" Zhou Xia asked.
"Of course, how can I say that?" The old man took a sip of tea, buried most of his face in the teacup, and then spat the tea dregs on the ground before continuing, "You have to pay a price."
"for example?"
The old man smiled and said nothing.
Yan Shuang remembered that Jing Ning had said the same thing. Although asking the evil god to do something effective, the price was also high.
Watching it now, even though the old man was smiling, a chill ran down his spine. The price he was referring to was most likely a corpse. With so many people here today, where were the corpses to be exchanged for the equivalent price?
At this time, the sky darkened and the air was filled with chill. People stood in front of the temple solemnly and attentively, looking forward to the arrival of the mysterious witch.
Yan Shuang took a deep breath. The air was thin and cold, the sky was low, and the top of the mountain was as black as ink. The occasional cold wind was mixed with faint crying sounds, which seemed to awaken the souls sleeping underground.
My heart suddenly felt like it was hit hard by something, and then it started beating wildly.
Yan Shuang's brow furrowed tightly, and an inexplicable sense of oppression surged out like a surging tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. With his incredibly accurate sixth sense, he knew something terrible was about to happen, and he was powerless to prevent it.
Fear followed him like a shadow, constantly spreading in his heart, causing his body to tremble involuntarily. Yan Shuang tried to suppress this emotion with reason, but found that his efforts were completely in vain.
Jing Ning noticed that something was wrong with him, and stroked his back with his big hands through his thick clothes. Yan Shuang's body was stiff, and his muscles began to relax slowly when they felt the external warmth.
“Dongdong——”
The sound of the ancient bell strikes the soul directly, giving me an unreal feeling as if my soul has returned to its place.
The temple door was opened, and the monk, wearing his human bone mask again, walked out and looked down at the crowd below.
Then, a firelight lit up along the dark river. The monk clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and chanted an incomprehensible mantra. At this moment, a small boat suddenly appeared on the disgusting black river surface, approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When Ye Jingan first met the so-called witch, he almost couldn't help but scream, but Lin Haichen covered his mouth in time and forced him to swallow it back. "It's a critical moment, don't let me down."
The witch got off the boat. Ye Jing'an watched her getting closer and closer to him. His whole body went limp except for his mouth. "You look like this and you don't even look in the mirror. You still have the nerve to call yourself a witch."
Lin Haichen supported him and said, "That's fake, just a mask."
The witch wore a large black cloak with a hat pulled up to her head, covering her forehead. The mask covered her face, like a half-face peeled from rotting flesh. Her mouth was torn from the corners to her ears, deep hollows visible in her eyes, colder than the temperature. When she breathed, dark red mucus seeped from the edges of the mask, clinging to her neck. At first glance, she looked like a ghost.
"Mr. Witch." People bowed their heads humbly and respectfully called out.
The monk then opened his eyes, slightly arched his back, and ran quickly to greet him.
When the witch passed by the crowd, a foul smell wafted from her, and her exposed fingers were as dry and sticky as a zombie, clinging to the monk's clothes.
The witch walked very slowly, leaving a new shoe print on the ground with every step she took. Finally, she stopped in front of Yan Shuang. Yan Shuang raised her head slightly, and the moment her eyes met hers, she saw a deep chill in her eyes.
The time was short, and the witch continued to move forward, seeming to enjoy the feeling of being the center of attention.
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