"Click—"
The air was already very quiet, but at this moment, it was filled with a hint of embarrassment and despair.
Subtle "click" sounds sounded one after another, not only the enchantment that collapsed directly and was so vacant that two or three ghosts could enter at the same time, but also more and more finer cracks like spider webs spread out around it.
If they hadn't strengthened it before, I'm afraid it would have collapsed even more, enough for the bus to drive in directly!
And the culprit who personally destroyed the enchantment they worked so hard to strengthen was covering his mouth with excitement and laughing.
Kappa: "Hey hey."
Two human players: "..."
Hey you bastard! !
This complaint was still in their hearts and they didn't have time to say it. When they looked up again, they saw a female ghost with a big belly leading a little ghost walking towards this side in the distance. The kid was holding his huge head in his other hand, and he was still walking staggeringly.
... Why the hell does he really have a big head ghost? ! !
The two looked as frightened as they wanted, they looked at each other in panic, and both turned around and ran away in unison.
One of them could still suppress the exclamation, and the other screamed "ah".
"Come here—" he almost yelled, "Help!"
The trail leading from the gate to the inner hall was not very smooth. It was not easy for the two of them to run with one foot deep and one foot shallow, trying to maintain their balance. The person in front yelled and ran forward without hesitation, fearing that if he accidentally fell down, he would be cold, and he didn't expect to get a slap on the back of the head.
"You are stupid, why are you calling for someone?" the player behind said anxiously, "Hurry up and let them all run away!"
One more person survives, one more possibility of winning!
"That's right!" The man came back to his senses, "You're right!"
So in a blink of an eye, he raised his voice again.
"Don't come here! Run if you can, the enemy army is invading—"
It was the last thing he had time to do.
—Because in the next second, he felt his feet getting cold. He was caught off guard by the scaly snake's tail and was dragged directly to the ground on his back.
The player yelled, the more he struggled, the tighter he was entangled by the nun. He couldn't move within two seconds, so he had to let the bright red snake letter lick his calf through the trousers leg with a pale face.
The teammate who was traveling with him didn't fare well either—he ran a bit slower, and now he was cornered by a few strange-looking little ghosts in horror.
He finally couldn't help screaming, but the little ghosts were chirping and laughing even louder.
Their hands and feet are nimble, one rides on the neck, two twist their shoulders and wrists respectively, and the remaining one naturally obeys the boss's order and grabs the red rope on his wrist.
After pulling it a few times and found that it couldn't be pulled, I bit it again with my fangs—this time it went smoothly, and the red rope with uneven cross-section fell immediately.
The little ghost happily waved the half of the red string, wanting to put it on his own arm in a similar manner. But just as the red rope left the player's skin, it disappeared out of thin air.
Little ghost: "..."
The four of them looked at each other in frustration, and were all stunned.
It's hard to figure out what's going on with their small heads. After looking back and forth a few times, they rushed towards the temple screaming and preparing to get two more in crowded places.
And the yells of the two players before they were eliminated from the game were transmitted to the base camp over there in time, because the bubbling noise followed, which could be faintly heard outside the barrier.
The ghosts who were wandering the streets behind the bus excitedly swarmed towards the gap in the middle of the barrier.
On the one hand, it was because of the orders of the newly recognized leader, on the other hand—
They were so aggrieved that they wished they could get it back from others as soon as possible.
Those who could get through got in, and those who couldn't get through—for example, the too tall long ghosts simply squatted outside the barrier, ready to catch up with long legs when they really escaped.
The dark ghosts rushed into the barrier, and those who didn't enter also surrounded the huge barrier for more than half a circle, which actually revealed a strange sense of excitement.
—The human players trapped inside probably don't want this excitement at all.
Lin You sat on the bus seat by the window, with her arms resting on the window frame, admiring the scene of a hundred ghosts besieging the barrier with great interest.
She thought that it was about time for her to go look around the broken barrier, but before she got up, she heard a voice behind her.
"It's really you," said the familiar male voice, "Huh?"
Hearing these words and the tone, Lin You couldn't understand who it could be. She raised her eyebrows, and turned her head to see a certain evil spirit who was free to stroll around, sitting leisurely on the single seat in the back row.
Seeing her looking at him in surprise, Naia sneered, "I won't miss this scene."
Half of Nyarlathotep's face was hidden in the shadows, his black pupils shone with the mischievous light that belonged to him, and the curved corner of his mouth showed that he was admiring all this, and Feeling deeply schadenfreude about this.
He was delighted to see how a few humans fled the temple in a panic, and how they were stopped by the ghosts that rushed up, and then ruthlessly tore off the tokens that symbolized their identities.
Turning his gaze back into the carriage, he lightly glanced at Geng Qinghe who was huddled on the other side. The latter still had a little psychological shadow on him, and the back of his neck shivered when he met his gaze. The same is true for the skull. He changed his previous talk and closed his mouth tightly so that he did not dare to make a sound. Fortunately, Naia had no interest in the two of them at all, ignored their existence, and only looked at Lin You again.
It was only at this time that he regained his interest, "What are you going to do now?"
Lin You raised her eyebrows.
"I'm going to get out of the car to have a look," she said.
Naia nodded noncommittally, and he straightened up, obviously intending to get involved as well, walking towards the open front door of the car with his usual smile.
In the driver's seat just half a meter away, even if he didn't know the details, he could intuitively feel that the driver was some kind of fairy. Seeing that he finally got out of the car, the driver had just let out a breath held in his throat when he raised his eyes and saw the woman approaching him again. Under the constant shock, he almost passed over directly.
Bathed in the sympathetic and pitiful eyes of Geng Qinghe who got out of the car behind her, the driver held on, but felt more and more miserable about his fate.
He couldn't help thinking of driving away after the few people walked a little further.
Unexpectedly, just as he came up with this idea, Lin You turned around as if feeling something.
One person and one ghost looked at each other through the front window of the car. The driver, who was making noises with small abacus, was startled. He immediately dismissed his thoughts and lay down on the steering wheel aggrieved, ready to honestly wait for them to come back.
At this moment, Lin You was still wondering why the driver's eyes looked like eggplants beaten by frost when he met her - she didn't have any idea.
But she didn't intend to care about it so much, anyway, she didn't dare to run away by herself because of ten or eight of his courage, so she simply turned her head and looked at the collapsed barrier.
They had just stepped into the inner wall of this temple, and the floor tiles were in a mess. Obviously, those ghosts had sent away a group of players here. At this time, the battlefield had turned into the lobby and the backyard, and Lin You saw the tables, chairs and benches flying around from a distance.
The figures of the three also fell into the eyes of a certain group of people hiding in the woods.
"Here," the eyes of the human player lying behind the tree trunk almost popped out, "is this the big guy?!"
Before he finished speaking, he received a slap on the neck.
"Keep your voice down!"
The player standing further back gasped, and he himself suppressed his voice as low as possible, "What if Jean hears it?"
Do they still have to live.
After taking a breath, he said again.
"You forgot what Xiao Wei said, huh? Don't say it's her, the one next to her is not easy to mess with."
The "Xiao Wei" he was talking about was exactly the player who followed Meng Shao to the western barrier and escaped back by luck. According to Xiao Wei, they still had the upper hand, but unexpectedly "that woman" summoned a certain SCP.
The guy named Abel had some religious disputes with the master, and the master passed away because of it.
The hundred ghosts who rushed in rashly dispersed the crowd, and these few people managed to escape the pursuit and hide here. Xiao Wei, who is not in front of him right now, has also lost contact. They only heard a brief description from him before, saying that "Abel" has a dark complexion, and his exposed arms are full of strange tattoos that look like a devil's smiling face.
But it was too dark, and it was so far away, so I couldn't tell if there were any tattoos or what the tattoos looked like, but nine out of ten it should be that "Abel".
They were so determined that they could only gamble on this one.
Master Meng couldn't do anything about it, because "Abel" is a character in the Bible, so if you change the angle——
"Coincidentally," one of them said, "I got this dungeon last time."
He flashed a small bottle in front of everyone's eyes, took a deep breath, "Would you like to try the water consecrated by Father Morin?"
Before the words fell, someone took the vial.
"Okay, I'll go."
on the road a few meters away.
As the noise got closer, Lin You glanced sideways at Nyarlathotep, whose face was becoming more and more interested, and said casually, "Why, I think you still have something to think?"
Naia snorted.
"I just think," he looked at Lin You meaningfully, "I have a good eye."
Lin You: "..."
Wait a minute, is he praising her or himself
The leaves rustled, and Geng Qinghe was the first to realize this unusual movement.
"Sister You-" he cried out.
The person who rushed out from Hengli made Lin You and the others stunned for a moment. None of them thought that there would be people rushing forward without fear of death at such a time.
And this player gritted his teeth, roared, unscrewed the bottle, grabbed the vial and poured it on what they thought was "Abel"!
He was sure of winning, no matter how agile the opponent was, he couldn't dodge such splashing liquid.
Never expecting the battle to be easily successful, the human player almost couldn't hold back his excitement and started laughing wildly. He watched helplessly as the drops of water wet the other party's skirt and fell down tick-tock.
… Strange.
The smile on the player's face gradually disappeared.
How could it have no effect
Lin You: "..."
Naia: "..."