shock! I became the savior of the infinite game at full level

What does this mean?

A trace of confusion flashed across Qingluan's face.

Dragon Roar and Tiger Roar blurted out: "Then who was the last owner of the manor?"

These words were like a thunder, exploding in the ears of Qingluan and Qingluan.

The lack of changes in cooks and servants indicates that the manor has not changed hands in the past thirty years...

Si Qingqing frowned slightly: "Livid's father?"

Mu Xuechen Jian was noncommittal, "There is one more thing that makes me a little confused."

"The ceremony Qingluan mentioned is held every month without interruption for decades."

"It's just that the servants previously called those girls not brides, but 'gods'."

"God's envoy..." Si Qingwu muttered these two words.

"its not right."

Qingluan's eyes widened and his voice trembled, "If the ceremony is held every month...then what about the other selected girls?"

In an instant, the room fell into dead silence.

Mu Xue Chenjian's tone was still calm, but if you taste it carefully, you can hear a hint of solemnity in the dead water-like calm.

"Sacrifice," he said, "Blood Moon Sacrifice."

"They are all sacrifices..."

Si Qingqing suddenly understood, "No wonder, there is no spirituality left around here..."

Before she finished speaking, Mu Xue Chenjian turned to look out the window.

Si Qingqing was a second too late, and stood up as he raised his head.

"What's wrong?" Qingluan asked confused and nervously.

"There seem to be spirits appearing in the manor." Si Qingqing said with a serious expression, "There are many in number, and they are all very powerful... It doesn't look like it was formed naturally, but it looks like..."

"Someone summoned it deliberately." Mu Xue Chenjian helped her complete the last half of the sentence.

"Who is it?" Long Yin and Hu Xiao restrained the urge to take out the weapon immediately.

"I have to go and see it..."

Before Si Qingqing finished speaking, Mu Xue Chenjian opened the window door very energetically, stepped on the window sill, and jumped down.

"Hey!" Qingluan was shocked, "This is the second floor!"

"For players above level five, this height is not a problem." Longyin and Huxiao followed confidently.

"But..." Qingluan stopped talking.

Her major talent is not fighting, and she has a natural resistance to similar "extreme sports".

"Afraid?" Si Qingqing took out a magic book, walked to the window, and extended a helping hand to his companion, "Give me your hand, and I will take you down."

Qingluan hesitated for a moment and took Si Wuqing's right hand.

The magic book in the latter's hand automatically stopped at a certain page with patterns on it.

Immediately, a crimson light lit up, and Qingluan suddenly felt an inexplicable force holding her body, allowing her to briefly gain the ability to "levitation".

Before she could be surprised, the force carried her out of the window and caught up with her two teammates in a flying posture.

The place where they were staying just now was the servant's room, and they had to walk through a carefully manicured flower garden to reach the "Red Moon Villa" which was far away.

Although it is December, the green plants in the flowerbed are still green and exuding vigorous and vivid vitality.

Si Qingqing called to his two companions and flipped through the magic book in his hand at the same time, "I will let a special ghost live in your body so that you can see the spirit body."

"Really?"

Qingluan, who had already experienced flying, had no doubt about Si Wuqing's ability. Instead, his eyes were bright with great anticipation.

"It's just a very low-level skill." Si Wuqing didn't explain much, "Remember not to resist."

Just as Qingluan was about to nod, she felt a cold breath penetrate into her body from her ankles and spread throughout her body at an extremely fast speed.

The next moment, she suddenly saw the thin "clouds" that filled the surroundings, heard the murmurs from not far away, and realized that there seemed to be something hiding in the dark around... observing them.

"That's it, a ghost?"

Dragon Roar and Tiger Roar hunched their shoulders and spoke with a trembling voice.

Following his line of sight, the players saw dozens of shadows gathered in the flowerbed in the distance.

Wearing gorgeous dresses and exquisite jewelry, they walked and talked among the flowers and trees, as if they were attending a grand dinner.

Looking at this scene, the four players sooner or later guessed their identities.

——The “god messengers” chosen over the past few decades.

They are really all dead...

Because of an inexplicable ritual, he died inexplicably...

For some reason, Qingluan suddenly felt a little sad.

"Why are there two lonely ghosts over there?" The sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Qingluan and others looked one after another and saw two shadows standing opposite each other far away from the girls.

One of them was wearing a palace-style dress, and the other was wearing a formal tuxedo. After a brief "conversation", they knelt down at the same time, clasping their hands in a praying posture.

"Go over and take a look!" Si Wuqing said in a deep voice.

The four players stepped forward warily. As they continued to approach, two overlapping whispers were carried into their ears by the night wind.

"...the great messenger of the moon..."

"The nobles betrayed their faith, colluded with the heretics, and tried to..."

"I have found out the whereabouts of the heretic, and the priests of the temple are here for her..."

"She seems to be craving for your power..."

"Levid's mood is becoming more and more unstable... It is recommended that he be..."

The two phantoms chanted these words repeatedly. Although they were not coherent, the huge amount of information contained in them was enough to stun the players.

The "Messenger of the Moon" and the others knew that everyone in the Red Moon Manor was his believer, and judging from the casual behavior of the male and female servants, each of them seemed to be very pious.

and so……

"Pagan?" Dragon Roar and Tiger Roar's face was full of astonishment, "Who is it?"

No one answered his question.

Because, the moment he opened his mouth, the two ghosts who were praying with their eyes closed suddenly turned their heads and stared at them.

The players were startled by the sudden movements of the two ghosts.

Before they could figure out whether to fight or chat, two shadows suddenly stood up and pounced towards them!

boom!

Silenced gunfire rang out.

The red sparks flashed, and the high-speed bullet penetrated the ghost's body without any hindrance, as if it penetrated the air.

Bullets are useless!

Ordinary weapons are useless!

Qingluan, who fired the gun, widened his eyes in surprise.

Si Qingqing quickly opened the magic book, and several illusory figures suddenly sprang out of it, trying to slow down the "footsteps" of the two ghosts.

However, before they even got close, they let out a shrill cry, which was dissolved into curls of rising smoke by an invisible force.

Si Wuqing's expression suddenly became solemn.

"What should I do? They look so strong!" Qingluan shouted anxiously.

She majors in inspiration and is good at using various thermal weapons. She really has no good way to deal with ghosts.