The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

Qiao Yueyang huddled in a single-person iron data cabinet. This cabinet was not friendly to him. Its long and narrow shape made it impossible for him to bend his body. He could only stand there motionless.

After a while, my legs started to go numb...

He cursed Han Yi in his heart for being useless and so slow. He said he was going to find another cabinet, but he didn't come back for a long time.

In the corner, the safety progress bar that could be easily overlooked if one didn't look carefully had already passed halfway. If he waited any longer, he would have to get out...

Time passed gradually in dead silence. Qiao Yueyang watched the progress bar turn red little by little. Finally, at the last moment, he pushed open the cabinet and rushed out.

He looked at the dim environment around him, listened carefully to the noise outside, and breathed a sigh of relief.

His legs were numb, and Qiao Yueyang no longer had the high demands he had before. He just sat on the ground to relieve the stiffness that felt like insects and ants crawling around.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew past his ears. Qiao Yueyang shivered and stood up with his arms. When he was about to look for another cabinet, the clown's muffled sound of covering his mouth was heard behind him.

"I...see you!"

Qiao Yueyang's whole body stiffened and he ran towards the door, but was blocked by the yellow-haired man standing at the door.

"I'm sorry, Brother Qiao, we are all guilty, you can't escape... Brother Qiao... I'm sorry..."

The yellow-haired man's head seemed to be pressed down, swaying violently from side to side like a clockwork. As he spoke, his body became more and more swollen under the pressure of the black air, like a balloon that was constantly inflated and could explode at any moment.

Qiao Yueyang couldn't get out, so he backed away, relying on his laughter to avoid the clown's attack, and in his panic he knocked over a number of seats.

There was a lot of noise in the room, and Han Yi could hear the violent noise from a distance. He counted the cards in his hand, hesitating whether to save Qiao Yueyang's life. His body instinctively rushed over to check the situation because of professional inertia.

A sickle was held across his body, and the sharp, curved blade cut off Han Yi's movements.

He looked up and saw the cloaked man in the darkness.

The god of death?

Or, it was a character in the game. What did the other party want to do? To kill him?

Facing the sickle, many thoughts flashed through Han Yi's mind in an instant, but before he could open his mouth, the cloaked man opposite spoke.

"There's no need to save him. He won't die, but he won't survive this copy either."

"You don't need to know too much about everything about this game."

Han Yi could still understand the other party's meaning in the first sentence, but he was stunned when he heard the second sentence.

Ever since this game called "Ghost Night" came into the world, it has caused a large number of unnatural deaths. The police and officials are naturally anxious, but they just can't find a clue.

From continuous investigation and searching, they found that those who claimed to be written into the list generally had hostile relationships and grudges against each other.

The team's technicians tried to break into the website many times, but all ended in failure.

Later, they thought that maybe they needed to simulate the look of resentment, and tried to find the midnight website, but to no avail.

Logically speaking, the police should have been put on the list by drug lords and murderers for their repeated enforcement of laws, but they were safe and sound, their names never appeared on the list, and there was no sign of them being pulled into the game.

Seeing more and more people dying mysteriously, the people in the team could no longer sit still. After weighing the pros and cons, they decided to put this group of retired personnel who had made "mistakes" while performing their missions on the list and were hated by the families of the victims into the game.

only……

The team discussed this matter in secret, and they took very good confidentiality measures. They didn't even use any electronic devices to communicate with each other. How did the other party know about it?

"It doesn't matter how we know. Go back and tell them that this game will not disappear, but it will not spread excessively either." Putting away the sickle, You Mu placed it at his side and stood quietly opposite Han Yi.

"What do you mean? You are from this game..." Han Yi asked back. From the other party's words, he vaguely glimpsed that the other party's identity was unusual.

A master? Or a controller?

"But why did you come up with such a thing? Why did you create panic? You know the outside world nowadays..." Han Yi had too many questions to ask, but he didn't know where to start.

Perhaps when facing this god of death, his life progress bar has also reached the end, but before conveying a message to the other party, he must figure it all out.

"Han Yi, the coming of the strange night is an inevitable result of this world. Although I control it, I cannot change its current status quo."

"This world is not fragile. As long as games exist, people should adapt to it."

Han Yi didn't quite believe what he said, but the other party had no intention of killing him. He seemed to just stand there and talk calmly.

This attitude, which was almost like an explanation, made Han Yi gradually suppress his anxiety and calm down.

"...Are the ghosts in the game real?" This was Qiao Yueyang's first time entering the game, but he seemed to be familiar with the person who jumped off the building and the ghost he couldn't see.

"Most of the time, there are too many people who died with resentment. They wander around in the world, and many times, they are waiting for an obsession that is impossible to resolve."

You Mu stretched out his hand and cut a hole in the air. A red ball of light came out, and the scenes of the tragic deaths of those vengeful spirits were projected from his body.

The ghosts who were innocently persecuted for various reasons let out screams and cries in lonely and deserted corners.

Their resentment and sorrow, transmitted through the pictures, impacted Han Yi's vision and senses like a physical entity.