Chapter 254 Elevator (7) Pearls, the God of Milk Tea...
This is not a museum, but a tomb.
After Gao Mengtang said this calmly, not only Song Zhong, but He Lun also shuddered with fear and said tremblingly:
"Brother, don't scare me..."
"Eh?" Gao Mengtang was surprised. "I was just trying to comfort you."
Song Zhong called out, "Comfort?!"
"What can there be in a grave? It's just corpses. You're not afraid of the living, so there's even less to be afraid of the dead."
How can this be right?
It seems to make some sense.
He Lun's heart was pounding. He sat next to Gao Mengtang in the corridor, listening to the sounds around him. Every footstep made his whole body tremble. The cold air seeped through his flesh and blood, causing goose bumps on his skin.
After more than 20 minutes, Shang Yin and his team came back. They were holding flashlights, and the cones of light were flickering between the two walls of the corridor.
Shang Yin: "We have tried all the trigger points, and many rabbits have been snatched away by others. We only found 50 points. This damn place gets weirder and weirder the further we go down. It's so weird that I can't explain it."
Song Zhong screamed and hugged Gao Mengtang even tighter, almost strangling Gao Mengtang to the point where he couldn't breathe.
"What's wrong with him?" Shang Yin asked in surprise.
Gao Mengtang: "I'm a little scared... Don't worry about that for now. Are you injured?"
Shang Yin looked at himself, then at Shang Ling beside him: "No."
However, Gao Mengtang smelled a faint smell of blood. He was silent for a moment: "Why do you say that there is something weird downstairs?"
Shang Yin and his brother Shang Ling sat down, one on each side of Gao Mengtang. The parrot in the forest started to make a fuss, screaming, "Dead rabbit, dead rabbit." No one paid any attention to the bird. Shang Yin drank a bottle of spirit value recovery potion and began to tell their story.
After leaving Gao Mengtang, they took the elevator to the sixth floor. As soon as they entered the exhibition hall, they felt eerie. When they shone the flashlight on the ground, they saw a series of bright red marks on the floor tiles.
The imprint was very small, with a single area of only about 4 square centimeters. At first glance, it looked like a blooming cherry blossom, but upon closer inspection, Shang Yin took a breath.
Those were bloody footprints, like those left by some small animal.
After being startled, Shang Yin quickly calmed down. Joining them in the dungeon were the Apurun people, who were half-orcs. It was not surprising that they left footprints of small animals after being injured.
Shang Yin turned his attention to the exhibits in the Xianwang Sixth Exhibition Hall.
There was nothing particularly noteworthy about the exhibits, they were all about the history of the other world. However, from the time of the first to sixth Wise Kings, the power of the Supreme Order was very strong and it completely controlled the other world.
While he was reading patiently, someone almost leaned over to Shang Yin's ear and whispered, "Do you like it?"
Shang Yin was so frightened that he almost cried out. He turned around and shone the flashlight on the man. The man was wearing a black cloak, a style commonly worn by wizard families, and the fabric was very new.
"Who are you?" Shang Yin asked loudly.
The man in the black cloak had a nose and eyes, clear facial features, and silver-white hair sticking out from his collar. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like a person. Shang Yin took a look with a flashlight and sneered:
"Li Heng? Why, you can't beat us, so you start playing tricks?"
The person in front of him was an old acquaintance of Shang Yin. However, once they entered the arena, they were all enemies.
Li Heng, however, acted as if he didn't know him and said to himself: "I'll explain it to you." He pointed at an exhibit with his hand and began to talk about the history and culture of the other world.
Psycho. Shang Yin cursed in his heart, left him and continued to look at other exhibits.
"Why don't you listen to my explanation?" Li Heng came closer again, pressed close to Shang Yin's back, his voice light and ethereal.
Shang Yin tutted impatiently and distanced the two of them: "I'm not in the mood to tease you, don't follow me!"
Li Heng's expression suddenly turned cold, his eyes were as clear as glass balls but ruthless: "I am a believer in the only true God, and I want to lead all living beings onto the path to heaven."
This was really strange. Shang Yin remembered that the Li family called the god they believed in "the Cutter of Corruption" and "the Butcher", and had never heard him call his ancient god "God".
He keeps saying "Allah" now, who is he referring to? Is there any true or false God among the ancient gods?
The two looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, and Shang Yin couldn't help laughing. He laughed for no other reason than that he thought the scene was hilarious.
As a believer of the ancient gods, he had done a lot of preaching, stuffing pamphlets, and promoting his family's beliefs. This was the first time he was preached by someone else. It was the first time he understood why people who did not believe in the ancient gods thought that believers of the ancient gods were crazy.
"No need, get away." Shang Yin waved his hands irritably, just like those people he stuffed pamphlets into.
Ding-dong, ding-dong. The sound of glass beads falling on the floor tiles, a few glass beads that children often play with, rolled to his feet.
Upon hearing this voice, Shang Yin's mind went blank. He stood there straight, forgetting how to think. There was a faint white light in front of his eyes...
"Believers in Allah will never be allowed to insult you," said the strange man in the black cloak. "You think you have faith, but what have you done?"
In front of Shang Yin's eyes, bloody pictures flashed: he used playing cards to peel the skin of a living person bit by bit, he chopped pale human legs into small pieces to make soup, and he threw the fools who refused to convert to the ancient gods into cages to feed the dogs...
"Above the gods you believe in, there is only one true God. He is about to come. Welcome Him with me..." The black-robed man exhaled a cool breath, brushing across Shang Yin's neck. "The half-dead will crown Him. At this moment, love changes the world."
"Love changes the world..." Shang Yin repeated it unconsciously. At the critical moment, he grasped the only clear thought in his mind, suddenly woke up, shook off the man, and ran out of the exhibition hall as if escaping for his life.
Looking back, Li Heng was standing in the same place as before, turning his head and looking straight at him.
This glance made Shang Yin's heart beat fast. He felt truly frightened and wanted to turn around and leave. However, for some reason, his body was too stiff. For about three or five seconds, he stared at the crazy man in a daze.
The man walked towards him, and generously extended a hand as if saving a person in distress, with a look of compassion and cruelty: "Come with me to welcome the coming of Allah."
Shang Yin's hand trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the flashlight. The light swept downwards, illuminating an area just below the mad man's feet. Shang Yin looked over there -
——Where the man walked, a string of small blood-red footprints was left behind, footprints of small animals!
At this time, other people in the exhibition hall were walking silently. They looked similar and left the same trail of bloody footprints wherever they passed.
"My scalp was numb at the time," Shang Yin finished speaking, and he had almost finished his spirit recovery potion. "I turned around and left, went to the 5th floor, and found my brother, Shang Ling, that silly boy. When I found him, he was talking to a stranger. I dragged him back."
The native language of the ancient god believers is the language of the other world. They speak the common language with a heavy accent. After listening to it, Gao Mengtang asked in confusion:
"What exactly is the pearl that Li Heng mentioned? The God of Milk Tea?"
"It's Allah." Shang Yin threw away the empty bottle of spirit value recovery agent and shook his head: "I don't know who Allah is. It seems that he is a god who has not yet come. Who cares..."
He was interrupted by Song Zhong's scream when he was about to say something.
"Are you okay?" Shang Yin frowned unhappily.
Song Zhong pointed at the floor tremblingly: "Bloody footprints...are they...are they like this?"
A string of bloody footprints was clearly visible on the floor tiles, extending from the other end of the corridor and disappearing to Gao Mengtang's right, under Shang Ling's feet.
Shang Yin felt a chill all over his body and stared at Shang Ling.
Shang Ling suddenly said something that made everyone shudder: "Brother, you should follow the guidance of Allah."
"There's something wrong with him! Attack!" Shang Yin shouted. After all, he was a believer in the ancient gods, and his heart was colder than that of ordinary people. If he found something wrong, he would be ruthless even if it was his own family.
With a swish sound, the playing card flew towards Shang Ling's face, splitting into his forehead, flying out from the back of his head, and nailed into the wall.
There was not a drop of blood between Shang Yin's eyebrows. With three flashlights shining on him, one could clearly see the red flesh wriggling under the cracked skin. He looked like a dummy made of ivory and crimson plasticine, with the wound moving toward the middle, healing, and returning to a smooth surface.
"Praise be to Allah, who is supreme over all things." Shang Ling stood up, his calm expression revealing a suppressed enthusiasm. "Lost child, you should follow me and walk towards heaven."
A few glass beads fell from Shang Ling's hands and hit the floor, making a tinkling sound.
Upon hearing this sound, the players were stunned with their eyes wide open. Only Song Zhong, who had blocked his ears tightly out of fear, could not hear the subtle sound at all.
"Run! Run!" Song Zhong yelled. He tore open a portal and was about to slip away first, but with a glance, he saw Gao Mengtang, who had become blind, sitting on the ground, moving slowly with his hands. He looked a little pitiful. Shang Ling, who was possessed by some kind of ghost, was standing diagonally behind Gao Mengtang.
Song Zhong gritted his teeth, and with a noble spirit of selflessness that came from somewhere, he picked up Gao Mengtang and threw him into the teleportation rift, then jumped in right after him.
The space crack began to shrink, Shang Ling's eyes became stern, he aimed at Gao Mengtang and rushed over. However, just as his upper body jumped into the crack, the portal closed and cut Shang Ling in half.
The upper body fell into Song Zhong's arms, frightening him to death.
Shang Ling was left with only his head, chest and two front legs, but he was still able to move. He dragged half of his body, lay on Song Zhong, and crawled slowly, as if trying to find the other half of his body, his eyes blinking.
This scene made Song Zhong terrified. The extreme fear made him lose all reason and he screamed miserably, as if he was the one who was beheaded.
At this time, Gao Mengtang got up groaning, picked up the camera, opened the camera cover based on his memory, found the shutter, and aimed it in the direction where Song Zhong's scream came from.
"Gao Mengtang! What time is it? You're still taking pictures!"
Click.
A magical thing happened. After the shutter was pressed, the half of the person pressing on Song Zhong disappeared out of thin air, and half of a dead rabbit lay on his chest.
Gao Mengtang scored 50 points.
"I was scared to death." Song Zhong's whole body went limp and he collapsed to the ground. After half a minute, he asked, "Gao Mengtang, how did you know he was a rabbit?"
"When he walks, he leaves behind bloody footprints of small animals. In this copy, the most common small animal is the rabbit." Gao Mengtang fumbled and pulled out the photo paper, "Help me look at this photo."
"What did you say?" Song Zhong's ears were stuffed with cotton and he could not hear clearly.
Gao Mengtang: "Help me - look at - this - photo!"
Song Zhong threw the dead rabbit aside and picked up the photo to look at it. "It's similar to the photo of the sacrificial little boy. Shang Ling is standing alone with a happy smile. There is a translucent golden arm on his shoulder."
After escaping death, Song Zhong relaxed all over, leaning against the wall of the corridor, weakly drinking the spirit value recovery potion. On his face was the same happy and peaceful smile. Gao Mengtang, however, was worried.
The 054 series cards belong to hexagonal warriors, with excellent attack, defense, and spirit values. As believers of the ancient gods, the Shang family's "upgrade path" is different from those black tower players. They don't often enter the dungeon, so their names are rarely on the honor roll.
But based on comprehensive strength, Shang Yin and Shang Ling are equivalent to 4/5 Wei Wei, 3 He Lun or Bai Jie, which is much stronger than ordinary players.
Even so, Shang Ling was turned into a rabbit... It was also a matter of luck that Shang Yin escaped control.
The mind control in this copy is much more terrifying than Gao Mengtang had imagined.
"Go tell our teammates," Gao Mengtang shouted to Song Zhong, "tell them to plug their ears like you did!"
Song Zhong: "I dare not!"
"I! Believe! In! You!" Gao Mengtang said loudly, "You were so brave when you saved me just now!"
This sentence made Song Zhong embarrassed, and his face turned red to his neck. He hesitated for a while, told Gao Mengtang to be careful when he was alone, and walked away, looking back every few steps.
The teleportation rift sent them to the 8th floor. Not long after, He Lun brought Lin Li, and Bai Jie brought He Qi to find Gao Mengtang. They quickly exchanged their experiences.
After Gao Mengtang took the photo, the half of his body left on the 7th floor became half a dead rabbit. In addition, Bai Jie and He Qi encountered similar things as Shang Yin while looking for rabbits on other floors.
"He's a psychopath. He grabbed me and said some weird things like 'the only true God'," Bai Jie glared angrily. "I hate people like them the most. I wanted to leave, but he followed me."
"Well, I get it," Gao Mengtang said, "You should cover your ears and don't listen to any strange noises."
The floor suddenly began to shake violently, and fine cracks appeared on the ceiling. The players had encountered such a situation once before, and the stadium collapsed.
During this period, the Group A and Group B venues will overlap briefly.
1 minute later.
"Your Excellency the Blind Man." Wei Wei's voice came.
"Avi!" Gao Mengtang ran over to hug him, but he couldn't see clearly and couldn't find the right direction, so he just hugged Zhong Lixing.
Zhongli Xing quickly pulled Wei Wei in front of him to block the hug.
"How are you? Are you hurt?" Gao Mengtang asked anxiously. When he touched, he felt a ball of wet gauze.
Wei Wei pulled his arm back: "It's nothing, just a minor injury."
Gao Mengtang: "Who did it?"
"Apurun, a wild dog."
"Then you must remember to get the rabies vaccine!" Gao Mengtang found a bubble, a box of rabies vaccine and a syringe. He likes to raise small animals and always has these things at home.
Wei Wei laughed. Not to mention whether the evil dog could transmit rabies, even if it could, the virus in the black tower could not be resisted by ordinary vaccines from the outside world. The effect of rabies vaccine was not as good as praying for God's protection.
"Senior! Don't you even ask me?" Duan Song protested, but did not get Gao Mengtang's attention.
The two groups were exchanging information rapidly when an annoying voice sounded behind them:
"God is coming, and the half-dead will crown Him. Follow me, and we will go to heaven."
Missionary.
Wei Wei's pupils shrank: "You have missionaries here too?"
Gao Mengtang took a photo of the missionary and earned 50 points.
Hearing Wei Wei's words, Gao Mengtang was stunned for a few seconds: "You guys also encountered it?"
"We fought a bloody battle on the 10th floor, it was so intense that it was dark and chaotic..." Shang Yu recounted their experience.
More than 30 people surrounded the team of Shang Yu, Wei Wei and Zhong Li Xing. The enemy had an absolute advantage in numbers. The strength of each individual on Wei Wei's side was relatively strong, and the battle lasted for a full 40 minutes.
There is another rule in Group A that gives players a headache, that is, when you hurt the enemy, you will also feel pain, and the pain that rebounds to your body will gradually increase.
At first, breaking off a person's head only caused muscle soreness. After killing more than 10 people, when he broke off the enemy's head again, Wei Wei felt that his neck was also broken.
Due to the accumulation of multiple unfavorable factors, after Wei Wei and his companions defeated the more than 30 people, they were so tired that they didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
At this time, one of the enemies was beaten to the point where he was barely alive and unable to move.
The only survivor had his stomach ripped open, his intestines spilled out all over the floor, and he lay on the ground, crying in despair.
"I gathered some strength and wanted to throw a poker card to end his noisy life," Shang Yu said, "The man suddenly seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, his wounds healed, and he stood up directly."
He Lun screamed, "Did his intestines automatically return to his stomach?"
Shang Yu shook his head: "No, all his internal organs flowed out, and his heart was still on the floor, beating and contracting. He was left with only an empty abdominal cavity. But his skin and flesh fused together, the wound disappeared, and he stood up."
This amazing sight opened the eyes of the players in Group A. For a moment, they even forgot to attack and just stared at him blankly.
The man did not attack them but said, "Come with me and I will lead you to the One God."
The looks of the Group A members changed from vigilance to confusion.
The missionary looked at them with compassion and love, and kept repeating: "Follow me to see the one true God. At this moment, love changed the world."
The players only felt a chill on their backs. Shang Yu and Wei Wei joined forces to attack the missionaries, and the pain fed back to the attackers was even more intense.
The two of them gnashed their back teeth and crushed the missionary into a pile of skin and flesh. At this time, the two groups of A and B overlapped.
"You killed the missionary?" Heron asked fearfully.
Wei Wei nodded.
"Then, then who is the person behind you?" He Lun was shaking with every word he spoke.
Wei Wei looked back and saw a man in a black robe walking out from the corner. His skin was covered with light pink lines, which moved like worms, connecting head to tail and dividing his body into countless pieces.
"The missionary we cut into pieces," Shang Yu sighed, exhausted, "How did he come back to life?"
In a few breaths, the fine lines on the missionary's skin disappeared, and he stretched out a flawless white arm to the crowd, and said in a tone of compassion: "I will not hate you, because I am a believer in goodness."
The glass beads fell from the fingers of his other hand. Hearing that sound, the players' minds were blank. They seemed to see a gentle, sacred light...
"Come with me, to see the only Lord who loves us, the God-King of this new world..."
Click.
Gao Mengtang didn't care about love or hate. When the missionary was talking nonsense, he pointed the camera towards the direction where the sound came from and pressed the shutter button. Before the missionary could even utter the last syllable, he became a dead rabbit.
Great, another 50 points.
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