With no other choice, while he was still relatively conscious, Jin Jinwang used his innate ability a second time!
Although the hope of summoning a useful, bizarre entity is slim, this is his last hope!
"bring it on!"
A faint aura of evil emanated from the room, and an upside-down statue appeared in the empty space!
It was a hideous angel with a mouthful of sharp teeth, its body bound to a stone pillar behind it by chains, its arms outstretched!
Individual number 003, Fallen Angel image, Benevolence.
Yes, it was out of kindness!
Because this thing looked so bizarre, the ghost storyteller who first encountered it thought it was no good. It wasn't until its second appearance that everyone truly learned about its abilities!
Humans who possess the Fallen Angel statue are immune to all threats from the supernatural world; they will not be harmed whether they break the rules or tease strange creatures!
The principle behind this is that the fallen angel statue itself is so eerie that other eerie things can only bow their heads in its presence.
Such a bug-like ability is of course not permanent; the fallen angel statue will automatically disappear within one minute after being touched by a human.
King Jin was overjoyed. Although the Fallen Angel statue was not enough to keep him going for the next three hours, this minute was enough for him to go to the hall and retrieve a few bottles of liquor!
He wasted no more time, grabbed the fallen angel statue, and rushed out of the room!
A large number of accounts flooded into the South Korean live stream, and the next moment, netizens in front of their screens exclaimed in surprise!
The corridor outside was covered with thick spider webs, so intertwined that it was difficult to move. Jin Jinwang struggled to clear the spider webs to create a passage for himself, which seemed to attract the attention of something. He could feel the spider webs trembling!
A spider bigger than a washbasin pounced on Jin Jinwang's face, startling him into a scream. Perhaps realizing he was now invincible, he quickly suppressed his nausea, grabbed the spider, threw it aside, and rushed to the hall without lingering.
Finally, after passing through the corridor and reaching the downward staircase, Jin Jinwang stepped on it but immediately tripped and fell. The wooden staircase was deeply rotten and filled with black chunks of flesh and spider eggs. He couldn't help but vomit, and cold sweat poured down his back!
"What kind of inn is this?!"
Driven by his will to survive, Jin Jinwang disregarded the dilapidated staircase and tumbled down to the lobby on the first floor!
The black-clad staff member stood with his arms outstretched in the center of the hall. The moment he saw Jin Jinwang, he glared at him fiercely. Perhaps out of some fear of the fallen angel statue, the black-clad staff member did not step forward.
At this moment, Jin Jinwang didn't care about anything else. He didn't care what the black-clad staff wanted to do, grabbed the liquor and ran!
Just as he stumbled and fell at the bottom of the stairs again, a sense of despair welled up in his heart!
The stairs are completely broken; he could roll down them before, but how is he supposed to get back up now?
Please! He's not some martial arts master who can fly up there using light-footed skills!
A staff member in black approached with a smile: "Sir, it seems you can't get up there. Do you need my help?"
"Is...is that okay?"
"Of course, after all, I'm always happy to help others!"
At the same moment the fallen angel statue disappeared, the black-clad staff member slapped King Jin's head until it was smashed!
The live stream ended with only blood flowing into the floor, adding a striking red hue to the entire hall.
[Korean ghost story teller Kim Jin-wang dies...]
No one expected it to end like this. After all, when the fallen angel statue appeared, everyone thought that King Jinjin was saved.
"Have you guys noticed something's wrong? Before, this guy in black seemed to only be able to eliminate others by infecting them, but now he can actually take direct action!"
"No wonder we can't leave the room after midnight. Without a useful talent, this is a sure way to die!"
With King Jinjin dead, no live stream could show the scene in the hall, and no one knew what the staff in black were planning to do next.
The next morning arrived—
Jiang Ran pushed open the door and stepped out. To the surprise of everyone in the live broadcast room, the corridor had returned to its original state. The cobwebs that were everywhere last night were now completely gone!
The stairs that Jin Jinwang had damaged were also restored, and Jiang Ran did not experience any collapse or other problems when walking on them. What happened last night felt like a dream.
Only the fact that South Korea has already declared defeat serves as a reminder that everything is real!
"Wait, our live stream has been restored!"
"Me too!"
As dawn broke, the live streams of the ghost storytellers who had been lost in the jungle miraculously returned! And it wasn't just one or two of them, but all of them!
The moment the live stream appeared, the crowd, who were initially overjoyed, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads!
There were no people in the picture, only twisted crows turning to ashes under the sun.
Death notices appeared in live streams around the world. They had originally planned to directly remind their own ghost story writers to withdraw from the challenge the next morning to minimize their losses, but the Ghost Story World clearly did not intend to give them that opportunity.
To be lost is almost equivalent to death.
The next day arrived, and Jiang Ran and Weipus could have chosen to leave the Strange Tales World and receive 1/10 of the reward, but neither of them chose that option. Instead, they decided to continue the challenge!
Weps hadn't used his talent before, but now he had the chance to change it. He used it lightly and, wow, three B-grade talents! He didn't care about changing it!
"As expected, Wips' luck has never been good."
"His talent level is at least S, tsk tsk, he hasn't even managed to get an A-level yet, he's really unlucky."
"Wait! Why didn't Brother Jiang bring up the talent change interface?"
In their memory, Jiang Ran didn't use the Demon Hunter Pistol at all on the first day. Since he didn't use the talent, why not give him a chance to refresh it?
Arceus nodded to himself. His guess was right. Jiang Ran's talent was definitely not the Demon Hunter Pistol, and he had already used it!
Thinking of the scroll-like things tucked under the notebook, Arceus quickly thought of an SS-level talent related to scrolls, but then shook his head.
"His performance doesn't seem like he has that kind of talent; rather, it's more like—an SSS-level prophet!"
The bodyguard behind him replied, "Sir, you're joking. We saw that guy choose an SS-level talent this year. How could it suddenly become an SSS-level talent? After all, there are still so many undiscovered talents. Maybe he has mastered a new talent."
The bodyguard's words made some sense, and Arceus decided to finish watching this episode of the Ghost Stories World before making an analysis!
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