Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

“This year’s festival is really lively.”

"I have finally waited for this day. Praise the great Master Weird. May the Master Weird always watch over Unose."

"Did you feel the underground shaking last night? Let me tell you, I saw the Master of Ghosts open his eyes last night."

"How is that possible? The ceremony hasn't even started yet, how could Master Weird open his eyes? You must be lying."

"I didn't..."

"You blasphemer, you dare to look directly into the eyes of the evil master. I will tell the priest."

"Bullshit, I am the most devout believer of the Master of Tricks. While you guys were sleeping like dead pigs, I prayed all night long."

"I am the most pious. My Angoni is the most perfect sacrifice that the high priest praised endlessly."

"Haha, my Carrie is the most perfect one. My family has been training her since she was a child according to the requirements of a sacrifice."

"Stupid thing, a damaged defective product, how can it compare to the broken fine glass."

"I wonder who the Master of Tricks will choose this year?"

"Heh... Lord Trickster, your most devout believer, Miras, requests that you take a look at Carrie. She will definitely be the most qualified sacrifice. Please fulfill her wish and save her poor brother."

Qi Yang was almost amused by the way these people addressed the dungeon BOSS, but as he listened, he frowned and looked at the families of the two sacrifices.

It has something to do with the sacrifice. These two people are high-level cannon fodder in this copy.

The man named Milas was holding an eyeball-shaped ornament and praying towards the center of the city, his face full of fanaticism and excitement.

Angoni's mother, who had a similar ornament on her wrist, looked at him with disdain, snorted with a strong competitive spirit, turned around and went home, took out a box, and walked towards the city center without closing the door.

Qi Yang patted his clothes, stood up and blended into the crowd.

However, before he had walked far, he saw Angoni's mother in front of him being stopped by a group of guards in silver-gray armor. After a few words, two guards took her back, while the others continued to move forward.

Soon after, Miras's flattering and fearful voice came from behind.

Qi Yang paused and looked back, just in time to see two guards breaking into Milas's house, carrying a little boy out like cargo.

Even though he was treated like this, the little boy remained motionless. If it weren't for the slight frown on his brows, he would have looked dead at first glance.

A copy with a rich background.

This is Qi Yang’s judgment.

It should be pulled over to inflict the heaviest blow to the sacrifices.

If the player is used as a sacrifice, how can he compete with these sacrifices who are about to be backstabbed by their relatives or face the death of their relatives?

Teammates, siblings, lovers, killing each other.

Qi Yang pressed his eyebrows, and the pain of being stung last night surged into his heart again, but he subconsciously looked towards the direction of the temple.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and stopped all useless thinking.

He was just here to pick up the spoils, to assist in the kills at best, and he wasn't here to seriously participate in the dungeon.

The ceremony will be held at the foot of the statue in the central square of the city. It is uncertain how long it will take for it to officially begin. Currently, only four gray-robed priests have come out of the temple, and they are leading the preparations before the ceremony with several attendants.

The city during the day belongs to "people". The ubiquitous feeling of being watched disappears. Qi Yang looks up at the place where the full moon was last night, and it is empty.

The sun here revolves around the city. Not to mention the time, you can't even tell the directions of east, south, west and north. I wonder if it's because the dungeon boss thinks he is the center of the world and that's why he set it up this way.

Qi Yang climbed up to the house closest to the square, sat on the roof, looked out at the towering temple, and occasionally glanced down at the busy crowd in the square.

The pressure of the full moon disappeared, and something that had been suppressed and hidden quietly surfaced. He felt that something in the temple seemed to be calling him.

It was not his finger bones, but the feeling it brought was stronger than that of the finger bones.

Without even thinking too much, he guessed that Si Xiangxi might have accidentally picked a copy that his original body had experienced, or even his burial place, among all the S-level copies.

After killing the BOSS, we have to go into the temple.

For now, let's not make things more complicated.

When I told 002 last night that I wanted to replace the sacrifice, I was just teasing him. He didn't even want to get close to the temple, let alone go in and replace a sacrifice.

An unknown amount of time had passed before the guards began to disperse the densely packed crowd in the square. By this time, the square had been completely renovated, decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and full of bizarre shapes that matched the central statue very well.

Hundreds of people filed out of the temple, their faces covered with solid black masks and wearing clothes of the same style, similar in style to Greenland robes.

They walked down the steps and lined up neatly around the square, guarded by guards in dark armor.

There was a float interspersed in the procession at regular intervals, no more, no less, fourteen in total. The leading one was slightly different, a little smaller and more solemn.

The high priest finally appeared, holding a scepter in his hand and wearing a dark purple robe. At first glance, Qi Yang could only see large eyeball-shaped patterns.

The second glance noticed the purple pupil on his forehead, with a spider-web-like pattern painted around it with red paint.

His eyes were closed, and his vision was maintained only by his third eye.

All the people seemed to accept this well. When they saw him come out, they cheered excitedly, and then fell silent when he raised his hand to press down.

After the boring opening remarks, the high priest slammed the scepter in his hand to the ground, announcing the start of the ceremony.

The sunlight surrounding the city suddenly became brighter, and Qi Yang felt a large amount of strange energy fluctuations. However, the people in the square seemed to have seen some miracle, and they shouted "Ghost Lord" enthusiastically, looking so excited that they almost fainted.

Qi Yang held his chin and watched the demons dancing wildly, feeling a sense of loss.

I couldn't get involved, so I just thought it was a large gathering of mentally ill people, and I didn't feel any fear or urgency at all.

The high priest walked down the steps, stepped onto the first float, and the procession began to move slowly.

Thirteen young men and women dressed in cumbersome yet beautiful costumes walked out from the side door one after another and, with the help of the gray-robed priests, boarded the float one by one.

Among the sacrifices, the youngest seems to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the oldest... should be the player whose age is a mystery.

Qi Yang had good eyesight, and even from a distance of nearly a thousand meters away, he could still see the expressions on those people's faces. Some had confused eyes, and looked like they were both crying and laughing, almost on the verge of collapse; some had pale faces, and their lips were trembling, so it was no wonder that they needed someone to support them.

Qi Yang saw a familiar face inside.

Good news, Si Xiangxi is not a sacrifice, but a priest.

Bad news, Qi Ruocao is.

This copy has to be uncovered no matter what.

Qi Ruocao's emotional coldness makes her the most qualified sacrifice, unless all other sacrifices are killed.

The issuance of this copy of the identity card was somewhat malicious.

The light dust rests on the weak grass. This name really proves the saying that life is unpredictable.

When Qi Ruocao climbed onto the float and danced on it as it moved, Qi Yang did not feel it was beautiful. He only felt that she was like an assassin who was not hiding his intention to kill.

The floats have to pass through the spider-web-like road and then return to the square, dancing until the sun and the moon are in the same sky, which is when the festival reaches its climax.

Qi Yang felt phantom pain all over his body.

It seemed like more than just phantom pain.

002: "Sinan was beaten up by that flowery skirt boss while they were playing the game."

Qi Yang: “…”

When the moon appeared, Qi Yang hid obediently in the crowd, waiting for Si Xiangxi and Qi Ruocao to take action.