Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Chapter 103 How Horror Games Become Idol Dramas
"Cough cough cough cough!"

Ling Chan trembled all over and rolled off the bed.

His chest was burning hot, his throat seemed to have swallowed thousands of needles, and every breath he took was full of pain.

The warning from the ear system rang three times repeatedly.

[Player Ling Chan's health and sanity are too low!Please reply as soon as possible! 】

Repeated resets, the impact of the explosion caused great damage to her soul, and even affected her real body.

Ling Chan opened the system panel.

Health: 5 (Dangerous! You are dying!)
Sanity: 15 (You are already on the verge of madness, be careful! Don't turn into a monster you hate.)
Her hands were trembling nervously, she supported the edge of the bed, and stood up slowly and laboriously.

Someone was humming beside her ear, the voice was brisk and carefree, Ling Chan searched around but couldn't find where the sound came from.

It turned out to be her hallucination.

The insanity of low sanity value has begun to appear.

Ling Chan searched all over the castle, but did not find a single person.

She went to the altar alone.

The brisk singing in her ears has always accompanied her, like whispers among friends.

Inside the altar, there was a strong and terrifying smell of blood, and the stench of death rushed towards the face with creepy malice.

Under the altar, strange patterns flickered, the players' bodies were like puppets, placed at specific nodes, the main arteries of the limbs were cut open, and blood flowed out.

The entire altar was soaked in a river of blood.

Among the altars, the only player who could stand was Nan Bowan.

He spread his wings and moved in the air, avoiding the monstrous waves of the blood river.Wearing rough fists made by hand from the iron products in the castle, he attacked the city lord at every turn.

The city lord stood on the blood river, his toes light, and there was no ripple in the liquid under his feet. If you look closely, you can find that his toes seem to be illusory, overlapping with the blood but not intersecting, as if they are not in the same latitude.

Suo Nanbowan's attacks always passed through the shadows of both real and fake figures again and again, and could not bring the slightest harm to the city lord.

But the city lord's attacks could always land on him accurately, leaving deep scars.

Sensing Ling Chan's presence, he waved his hand with a smile and said gently, "Chan Chan is here?"

The posture is relaxed and easy to handle, which forms a huge contrast with Nan Bowan.

Nan Bowan was out of breath, his body was covered in blood and sweat, he raised his eyebrows and looked at him coldly and sharply, with cold killing intent still in his eyes.

Ling Chan felt pain all over her body, she raised her face and looked at Nan Bowan in the air, her eyes were loose.

The long black hair was sticky with sweat, sticking strands to the neck. In the middle of the slender and delicate collarbone, emerald green gemstones sparkled, gentle like a spring.

The pretty little face is pale and frightening, the pink lips have no trace of blood, and they are as fragile as a glass that is about to break, beautiful and decisive.

She spoke slowly, panting with difficulty, "I'm not dead, don't you seem surprised?"

"It's okay," the city lord smiled, the gentle expression on his face was exactly the same as the well-behaved and caring boyfriend in the dream, affectionately, "You will definitely die here and become the blade that kills the city of horror..."

Behind him, Nan Bowan squinted his eyes, taking advantage of the castellan's distraction, punched the castellan's back with his fist.

The city lord didn't look back, he was sure that Nanbowan's attack would pass through his projection like every time before, and he was unscathed.

In such arrogance, he felt a chill in his heart.

The flaming fist hit the back of his heart, and the invisible flame instantly burned the city lord's heart to ashes.

Nan Bowan turned his fist viciously, burning a huge black hole in the chest of the city lord.

"My innate skill is not growing a pair of wings." Nan Bowan sneered.

"..." The city lord turned around and sighed, "Why are you doing this? If you lose to me and be sacrificed by me, you can die comfortably."

"Now you use this skill, so what if you win? If you players want to burn such a soul-touching flame, you need to use your own life as fuel."

"You're going to die."

With a light push from the city lord, Nan Bowan staggered and struggled, but was pushed into the blood pool without any resistance.

He stared straight at Ling Chan, as if he had a thousand words to entrust to her.

But he was swallowed by the pool of blood, and there was no life in it. The pool of blood was silent and silent, as quiet as stagnant water, not even a single bubble came out.

"Now, only you are left."

The city lord looked at Ling Chan with a smile, the big hole in his chest was exposed to the wind, but he was not affected.

Even the chest is slowly recovering.

"You should know, right?" The city lord smiled and said, "We monsters don't have hearts, and what we usually say about heartbeats is just a trick to deceive children."

Behind him, the river of blood began to flow, and the formation began to operate.

Some kind of weird and twisted coercion seems to be slowly coming here, bringing waves of trance.

In the player panel, Ling Chan's sanity value dropped rapidly.

Sanity: 15
Sanity: 10
Sanity: 5
Sanity: 2
Sanity: 1
[Player Ling Chan's sanity value is rapidly decreasing!Player Ling Chan, please don't look directly at the invisible terror, and avoid it as soon as possible!Dodge as soon as possible!Dodge as soon as possible! ! 】

The heartless and unintentional electronic sound in my ears collapsed anxiously, but Ling Chan couldn't hear it.

The singing in my ear turned into screaming and crying, Feng sobbed and said, "Why don't you help me? Why don't you kill him? I'm in so much pain, I'm in so much pain, I'm in so much pain!!!! Why don't you help me? Don't do it yet!"

The imperial concubine was also crying: "I'm in so much pain, Chanchan, I'm in so much pain, it hurts so much to jump off the city wall, why didn't you come earlier? Why didn't you come and hug me? They don't love me, you Will you love me? Hug me, hug me...!"

Two different but equally beautiful girls appeared alternately before her eyes, crying and begging her for help.

The river of blood surged, flowing over Ling Chan's toes.

There was a smile on Ling Chan's pale lips, her voice was weak like a flower that was about to wither, "Don't cry, it's okay."

She promised classmate Feng: "I will help you. I will definitely avenge your parents. I will also stop the bombing in Xingfu Community and save everything you regret."

"Stop crying, okay?"

Feng sniffled, and his voice gradually became weaker, "Then you must do it, you can't lie to me... It would be too much to lie to the dead!"

The imperial concubine's voice became louder, "Then what about me! Why can't you look at me!"

She wailed, "I don't want revenge, I don't care about the lives of those people, but why didn't you show up earlier? I'm dead!"

Bright blood swallowed Ling Chan from the waist down.

Ling Chan's eyes were empty, but she was gentle and loving. Her voice echoed in the silent altar: "Don't cry, come and hug me?"

Her white and translucent fingertips were lifted up, like a weak hug.

She is going to die.

The city lord took this cold hand and placed it on his back.

He heard the girl in his arms whisper softly, and he didn't know who she was promising: "I will definitely do it."

This was initiated by Ling Chan, their first hug in reality.

　This dungeon will be finished soon, and the knife will be crazily fired. If you don't want to abuse men, please escape quickly. (There is no hero in this small world)

　　Can Angel readers have some feedback?I personally feel that the two chapters written in the sky and the earth without me are contemporary Chekhov, and my arrogance is a disease. My family will treat me

　　
　
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