Infinite Mask Game

The fourth day of the opening of Ghostland.

Carrying a large bag of things, Yang Fan leisurely took the elevator to the highest floor of the building. In front of the locked rooftop stairs, he grabbed the iron door with both hands and shook it vigorously.

"Kang-dang-kang-dang~"

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The iron door collided with the frame, making a messy and harsh buzzing sound. Soon, he saw a head popping out from the corner of the stairs, and then Wei Chuan walked down with a dark face.

In order to stay by the magic circle at all times, this player slept in the open on the rooftop. His hair was messy from sleep, his eyes looked like the sleepiness of just waking up, and there were large amounts of dust on the sides of his clothes.

He took out the key and opened the door, saying at the same time: "Why don't you come up with high heels?"

Yang Fan replied briefly: "It's inconvenient."

Wei Chuanwu didn't ask any more questions. He opened the door and closed it again, putting the keychain into his pocket.

The two of them stood in front of the door and began to discuss their next plan.

"The question now is, if I can recognize kindness as righteousness, and kindness as righteousness can also recognize me." Wei Chuanwu touched his hair, "Would it be too conspicuous if I shave my head, and let him notice it instead?"

A person's eyebrows and body shape are recognizable to a certain extent even if they are wearing a mask. But that's relative to acquaintances.

Wei Chuanwu and Shan thought that they might not be able to recognize Zheng since they had only met him once. He had changed his clothes and put on a mask.

"I've prepared everything, let's make do with it. Yang Fan shook the bag in his hand, "If your weapon is a sniper rifle, you don't have to go to such trouble. "

The effective range of a revolver is generally within fifty meters, while the effective range of a sniper rifle is more than a thousand meters. But Yang Fan just mentioned it casually, because the glass door of the dormitory building would also hinder sniping, but it was not as reliable as using a pistol at close range.

Yang Fan took out the blue logistics staff uniform from the bag and went to his room in the staff dormitory to get it out.

But first he picked up an electric razor.

Wei Chuanwu looked at the sharp blade and couldn't help but worry: "Is your craft reliable?"

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Don't worry, you can question my skills, but you have to believe in my character."

In fact, Wei Miao had never had any experience shaving anyone's head, but she had seen her brother's head being shaved, so she had some experience on paper.

No matter how reluctant Wei Chuanwu was, he had to squat down and show off his hair: "I'm worried about you shaving my scalp off."

After a back-and-forth of frightening and comforting, Wei Chuanwu saved Cheng Liang's scalp, but it looked a bit poor and some of the hair was not shaved cleanly.

But Wei Chuanwu thanked God and said with lingering fear: "I feel like handing my head over to you is like waiting for trial and having no control over my fate."

Although Yang Fan looked confident, every time the razor scratched his head, he felt like he was being touched by the god of death.

Wei Miao also breathed a sigh of relief. ♦♦  ♦♦Fortunately, it didn’t lead to a murder, otherwise this plan would have been ruined.

Although her skills are not good, she can always trust her stable hands after playing games for so many years.

The short black hair fell to the ground, and the white sweatshirt on Wei Chuanwu's body was also stained. Yang Fan handed him the work clothes and turned around consciously.

Wei Chuanwu quickly changed into clothes that were almost the right size, and then put on a white mask.

Even Yang Fan couldn't recognize it.

"You will go into No. 2 Zhai with me in a while. When I distribute supplies, stand behind me and register for the dormitory. I don't know how to be kind, but I can still help. If you recognize him, pull the button when registering the name of the dormitory. My clothes, I will help you restrain him."

On the way to the logistics office, Yang Fan said to Wei Chuanwu.

Wei Chuanwu: "Restrictions?"

Yang Fan explained: "I will deliberately knock over the supply box and let him lower his head to pick it up. But the opportunity is short, you have to seize the opportunity!"

Wei Chuanwu praised: "This restriction is good. Don't worry about me. I am already a veteran of gun battle games."

When Yang Fan pulled out the trailer from the logistics office, the supply boxes were neatly stacked into a rectangular shape, and the two of them pushed it toward No. 2 Zhai.

"Your revolver should only have 6 rounds of ammunition." Yang Fan mentioned it as if unintentionally.

Wei Chuanwu was silent for a moment and replied: "Yes, so my shots have some error tolerance. If something unexpected happens, I still need your cooperation."

Yang Fan: "After killing him, how do we escape?"

Wei Chuanwu turned to look at him in surprise: "I thought you were prepared, shouldn't you just go on your own?"

Yang Fan smiled delicately: "I understand, everyone should run away, right?"

Wei Chuanwu: "Fleeing separately is always less risky than running away together."

It seems that he has some means unknown to Wei Miao and is confident that he can escape safely.

As for Yang Fan, a mortal, Wei Miao has no tools to escape.

But as expected, Wei Chuanwu will help him solve this problem.

While the two were still on the road, a delicate and slender black high-heeled shoe stepped on the cement floor on the edge of the rooftop of the Tuzi Building.

Xia Ziyuan, wearing ordinary casual clothes with a calm face and high heels, walked towards the ritual circle.

A scarlet cross eye opened on her forehead, looking at the formation in front of her. After a day of fermentation, the strange atmosphere lingering here has reduced, and it is still as cool as the strong wind in autumn and winter.

The firelight of the red candle is not much different from the firelight of the white candle, but it is weaker than what was seen before.

This shows two things.

First, the supernatural beings nurtured by the magic circle are absorbing the strange energy, which is a good thing. Second, the regular posts about supernatural beings on the forum have achieved the expected effect of the original poster, and people no longer have a strong fear of the ghosts whose unknown veils have been lifted.

The fear emotion has weakened, and the gap with the soul candle has been narrowed.

The unknown and death are undoubtedly the two major sources of fear. Now, they have been destroyed by a post.

Xia Ziyuan's tall figure stood in front of the magic circle, with her hands clasped together, her big eyes were empty, and the cold wind blew her soft hair.

She murmured in a low voice: "The unknown existence worthy of respect and worship, you are majestic and noble, knowledgeable and ancient, I am willing to sacrifice this useless body to you, without asking for any return, just wanting to be with God!"

Before the voice fell, the dark green flames of the red and white candles twisted like green snakes, stretching and jumping.

The human skull in the center of the magic circle was covered with a strange black light, and a ball of black mist swelled in the eye sockets, as if looking directly at her.

The cold wind lingering around her body suddenly turned into a sharp blade that scraped her bones, cutting her skin inch by inch, splitting her texture, and swirling with blood.

The black mist overflowed from the skull, mixed with the green light and slowly covered Xia Ziyuan's whole body.

Looking from the direction against the light, the human-shaped darkness slowly transformed into an indescribable pool of filth, as muddy as oil, gradually flowing into the skull until it completely disappeared.

The sacrifice is complete!

Although I can write this scene more richly, if I write too much, not only will the review and readers lose sanity, but it will also be easy to be swallowed by the river crab god.