Rather than believing that Gwen's consciousness, being a bizarre creature, would be disturbed, Jiang Ran was more inclined to believe that it was he who had his consciousness disturbed!
It wasn't that Gwen saw him as an enemy; the person standing in front of Jiang Ran wasn't the real Gwen at all! Jiang Ran's perception had become disordered in the black mist, and he was mistaking something else for Gwen!
"My little Gwen hums triumphantly after taking down an enemy, though sometimes she's adorably silly and clumsy; you can't even imitate her."
Jiang Ran exerted force, and "Gwen's" body shattered instantly, turning into dust and dissipating.
The black mist dissipated over a large area, and the sky seemed to be about to fall. Countless blood-soaked people tore through tree bark and crawled out. The earth began to collapse, and Jiang Ran almost lost his balance!
"Alright, that's enough!"
Jiang Ran closed his eyes, shook his head violently, and when he opened his eyes again, he was still greeted by the familiar black mist, the familiar blood-red eyes, and the familiar loneliness.
Being enveloped in the black fog, their perception of the world has long been distorted. No wonder there is a rule like "don't believe," because you never know whether what is presented to you is real or fake.
Just as Jiang Ran seems to have escaped the false world, who can guarantee that the place he is in now is the real world?
Jiang Ran realized that Gwen hadn't just disappeared. Perhaps from the very beginning, the Gwen beside him was an illusion. In other words, he had been in an illusion ever since he entered the world!
Gwen is still out of contact.
"This is really difficult to handle..."
Jiang Ran picked up the soul lamp and continued walking forward.
Is he the only one trapped in this illusion?
Jiang Ran's "resurrection" gave the leaders of various countries false hope. Sure enough, their biggest enemy was not so easy to take down!
He also carried a shotgun on the mountain, hanging the Soul Lamp on the butt of the gun, and cautiously moved forward in the black fog.
This time, there are four SSS-level ghost story masters and more than a dozen SS-level masters. It can be said that all countries have brought out their absolute elite forces, which has brought tremendous pressure to everyone.
"Wanted poster..."
He also possesses an SSS-level talent for killing bizarre creatures, which gives him a significant advantage over others in the bounty system.
The most urgent task is to find a bounty poster first.
"Oh! Yamagami-kun! It's so good to meet you!"
A man carrying a lantern emerged panting from the black mist. He wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled at the mountain.
"Since we've run into each other by such coincidence, let's work together!"
This person is another SS-rank ghost storyteller from the Sakura Kingdom, named Gowan Jisuna.
At first, the observer in the Sakura Country, who was assigned to Yamagami, did not notice anything amiss until a phone call came from the observer in Gowan Zisha, at which point he suddenly became nervous!
"We didn't encounter anyone on the mountain at all! That wasn't Gowan Zisha at all!"
Although they were all somewhat displeased with Yamagami, the Sakura Kingdom definitely hoped that he could clear the game. On this point, they had to give Yamagami their full support, unless... cough cough, let's not talk about that for now.
The observer on the mountain immediately used the first alert opportunity!
"Up on the mountain! The person in front of you is not Govan Zisha! Don't believe him!"
The people on the mountain acted as if they hadn't heard anything and didn't react at all.
"Damn it! What's going on! Is there a problem with the system?"
The cherry blossom observer looked at the opportunity prompt in the lower right corner of the screen.
3/3, no attempts were deducted! That means his previous suggestion was completely invalid!
"What's going on?!"
The cherry blossom observer, refusing to believe this, used the warning opportunity again!
A line of large, blood-red characters popped up!
This object is currently in a state where prompts are not available; please do not attempt to access it again.
"Hey! Yamagami-kun, you're an SSS-rank ghost storyteller, so you'd better protect me!"
"Ge Wanzi Sha" approached with a smile.
"Disgusting, don't come any closer."
On the mountain, a look of disgust crossed his face, and he raised his gun, aiming it at him.
"No, no, no!" "Gewanzisha" quickly waved his hands, "We're teammates! How could you..."
Bang--!
On the mountain, the trigger was pulled, and "Gewanzisha" fell into a pool of blood.
"First, those guys wouldn't be so enthusiastic towards me, much less beg me to protect them, because I simply wouldn't do that."
"Secondly, your flame is smaller than mine, so how could you possibly see me first in the fog, or even start calling my name before we even meet?"
"So, whatever you are, you'd better not mess with me."
Not only Jiang Ran and Shan Shangye, but other ghost story tellers also began to see hallucinations, even distorted and bizarre scenes. Countries could only watch the live broadcast room anxiously, unable to use the opportunities given.
This is undoubtedly more heart-wrenching and more frustrating than the previous wolf-sheep game.
"Block the live stream, lift the killing restriction, invalid notification opportunities..." Lin Changqing leaned back in his chair. "The restrictions in the world of ghost stories are getting heavier and heavier. Maybe in a while, I, a ghost storyteller, will even be out of a job..."
"What is that thing?! Is it going to unleash a powerful attack right away?!"
Kim Jung from South Korea ran wildly through the black fog, with countless blood-soaked figures emerging from tree trunks behind him, howling like ghosts and relentlessly following him!
He's only been in this world for a short time, and he hasn't even figured out the rules yet, and they've already sent such a huge horde of monsters to hunt him down. Is this world really that bad?!
"ah!"
Jin Jing ran too fast and crashed into a tree, even dropping the soul lamp in her hand. Strangely, no matter what angle the soul lamp fell from, it always ended up standing firmly on the ground.
"Don't come any closer!"
He was surrounded by a group of blood-soaked people.
The observer from South Korea was on tenterhooks, but then quickly came to terms with it. It was all just an illusion anyway. Didn't he see that Jiang Ran was stabbed right through and was fine? It would probably just hurt for a moment, and nothing serious would happen.
"Don't come any closer!"
Jin Jing fell to the ground, and one after another, blood-soaked figures pounced on him, tearing at his flesh!
Jin Jing collapsed in a pool of blood, lifeless.
Kim Jing, a Korean ghost storyteller, has died. The current death toll for ghost storyteller is 1.
"What the hell?!" The kimchi ghost storyteller jumped to his feet. "Why is everyone else's illusion, but ours is real?!"
"No...maybe not."
"What did you say?"
“I said what Jin Jing encountered was an illusion.” The subordinate paused. “And he did indeed die within that illusion!”
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