It's time, it's time to become an evil god

"This is the first time that an evolution game has exposed the player's identity without any concealment. It seems that the dungeon mission this time is a dangerous mission with a very high elimination rate and a narrow escape."

The tissues of Bai Ge's whole body continued to be fragmented, turning into firefly-like rays of light and floating towards the sky, disappearing without a trace.

After opening his eyes in the next second, Bai Ge stood in front of a three-way intersection. When he clicked on the skill panel, no matter the physical data, the item bar or the skill bar were all in a gray state that could not be used.In other words, Bai Ge became an ordinary person again.

"It fits the setting of the battle royale game, but..."

In front of the three-way intersection, there is a rusty road sign with bloody horror marks on it.

The sign to the left says Folklore Raccoon City, while the direction to the right says Hospitality Silent Hill.

"..."

farewell.

Ordinary people without the aura of the protagonist broke into these two places, wouldn't they be waiting to die?

Bai Ge froze for a moment and was about to turn around and leave, trying to figure out a way to skip class, but when he turned around, he found that there was also a signboard at the back road.

【Welcome to Innsmouth】

"you are vicious."

After hesitating for a moment, Bai Ge turned on the teammate locator, and a lone green dot appeared in the direction of Silent Hill. It seemed that Mr. John Wick had already taken the initiative to make a decision for himself.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Ge walked towards the direction of Silent Hill.Compared to going to Innsmouth to find Dagon to get a household registration book, or playing hide-and-seek with a G-virus infected person, a nurse with a head swollen like a balloon ready to burst and wrapped in blood-stained bandages looks less threatening Some.

After stepping into the fog-filled street, the surrounding scenery became gloomy and gloomy. There were rustling movements in the dark depths, as if there was something strange lurking in the dark place, gradually accompanied by the thick fog. Dispersed, the black silhouette of the building can be vaguely seen in the distance.It was clear that the location of the intersection was still daytime, but when we reached the town, the sky completely darkened. Baige exhaled softly, and it instantly turned into white frost visible to the naked eye.

The streets are quiet and dead, and abandoned cars can be seen from time to time on both sides.Bai Ge smashed the glass with a brick, rummaging for useful props.However, nothing was found except a wallet containing several Franklin's face dollars, a movie star poster, a flashlight with a nuclear radiation symbol on it, and a fruit peeling knife.

The store next to it was in a mess, the clothes inside were scattered all over the place, and the dummies were randomly thrown in the corner. It was obvious that they were very anxious to evacuate at the beginning, and all the things inside were left behind, and they were not taken away.

The clothes hangers in the store were scattered all over the place, except for a dummy standing in the middle. The brand-new white bride wedding dress was put on the white dummy, which looked a little weird.

On

After finding no useful props, Bai Ge walked out of the store, but saw that the black dust floating in the air seemed to be increasing.

"Is this the ashes of the fire?"

As the ashes spread, the scene on the street began to change.The flat asphalt road ground was shattered in a blink of an eye, and endless black dust was thrown into the sky. The outer wall of the house collapsed little by little, and finally only the frame of the house was left in front of our eyes.

More and more ashes eventually turned into overwhelming black dust, flooding most of the city mightily.

The escape route was blocked, so Bai Ge had no choice but to return to the store.He turned his head, only to find that the mannequin wearing a wedding dress behind him had disappeared.

"I knew it wasn't that simple."

pat.

A drop of blood fell on the ground, Bai Ge paused, and slowly raised his head.

I don't know when the dummy model was hanging upside down from the ceiling, and the white wedding dress turned into a blood-stained scarlet color. The model's prosthetic limbs were lightly placed on the shoulders, and then suddenly jumped, knocked over the hanger, and grabbed Bai Ge neck, directly pressing him to the ground.

The sudden feeling of suffocation made Bai Ge firmly grasp the powerful artificial hand, and free the other hand to touch the pocket of the clothes.

"Wait, wait a minute."

Bai Ge took out a poster with Di Lieba's face printed on it from his pocket, and neatly pasted it on the smooth face of the dummy model.

After pasting, Bai Ge squeezed out the last bit of strength and showed a satisfied smile.

"Well, it's much more pleasing to the eye this way."

Chapter 530 A Pencil Is Enough

In addition to the separated Baige, several other teams entered the dungeon world of Silent Hill at the same time. They received two different tasks, one of which was to try to eliminate other teams to win the final victory, and the other One is to unravel the secrets of Silent Hill and piece together and restore the world view to solve the mystery and pass the level directly.However, both methods require a terrible price to pay.

The system is equivalent to handing over the right of choice to all player teams present. Whether to combine into a self-defeating alliance or to have a lucky meal tonight depends entirely on the players' choice.

[Twilight Hermit] and [War Madman] pressed their steps and approached in the direction of the movement.

The difference in strength between the players in the second and third tiers is not too far, and one is a berserker who trades his life for blood, and the other is a crafty mage who is proficient in healing and sealing.

It's just that after the skills and props were sealed, the two now held a kitchen knife in one hand, and a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao and a bundle of hemp rope in the other.

There was a lot of friction from the other end of the wall. The two of them were extremely nervous, their palms were already soaked in sweat, and they were even careful about breathing, fearing that they would stimulate the monsters lurking in the dark depths.

Originally, they just wanted to sneak into one of the houses to observe the situation and avoid those so-called player hunters.

Moreover, they have searched the entire street, but have not found any weapons, not even a spell to restrain the ghosts, not even a cross.

"do not worry."

The war madman turned his head, the scar on his face trembling with his expression, looking weird and frightening.He gestured to the kitchen knife in his hand, and said comfortingly, "As long as the monster has blood bars, even a small knife can grind him to death. I used to train myself in a series of dark souls, sekiro, blood curse, etc. I have spent hundreds of hours on the journey of suffering. Now facing a monster of this level, I am confident that I can grind down its blood bar."

The Twilight Hermit looked at the other party with an unreliable gaze, but the war madman had already put his hand on the doorknob, and poked his head in after widening the gap.

The war madman just took a look inside the room, then quickly retracted his head, and turned his head to look at the Twilight Hermit with a puzzled expression, hesitating to speak.

"what happened?"

The Twilight Hermit's scalp was numb from the other party's awkward stare, which aroused his vigilance. He thought he was being subjected to some kind of mental manipulation, shaking the shoulder of the War Madman nervously, and asked hurriedly, "Don't scare me, what the hell are you doing?" gone?"

"Well... just now I felt a little strange."

The evening hermit asked anxiously, "Strange? What did you see?"

The war madman scratched the back of his head and said hesitantly, "As soon as I entered the door, I saw Di Lieba beating someone."

???

As soon as the words fell, the falsely concealed door was suddenly knocked open, a doll wearing a wedding dress hit the solid concrete wall, and was directly knocked out of the pit by the impact force, and the poster of Di Lieba stuck on the top of the head fell to the ground on, revealing the original true face.

There was a gap in the face of the puppet, and as the gap continued to split, a mouth that occupied most of the face appeared in front of everyone, and the limbs of the monster appeared in front of them, slowly moving towards the monster's body. direction close.

Suddenly, a coke can crossed a figure in mid-air and hit the stairs at the end of the corridor. The monster who heard the sound turned around quickly, and Baige also rushed into the corridor.

The three looked at each other, while Bai Ge made a hissing gesture and pointed to the ear.

They are all players who have experienced life and death in the dungeon, and they immediately understood the meaning, closed their mouths, suppressed their pace, and retreated slowly.

For a moment, the entire corridor was silent. After the sound from the Coke can disappeared, the monster that had lost its target stood in place again, pricking up its ears to quietly distinguish the movement of the sound.

The twilight hermit signs with sign language what to do?

The war madman just shook his head regretfully, and he didn't have any effective means to sneak away from the monster quietly.

The two looked at Bai Ge behind him, who was taken aback for a moment, as if thinking of something, and then quickly began to make various sign language signs that the Twilight Hermit had never seen before.

The Twilight Hermit was stunned, carefully identifying the meaning of the other party's gestures but still unable to understand the meaning.

Some ancient language that has been lost?Some kind of sign language for encrypted conversations, or maybe Morse code?

After all the possibilities were ruled out by the twilight hermit, he suddenly realized, wait, isn't this the ninjutsu seal in Naruto?

It's already this time, are you still kidding me?

The Twilight Hermit's blood pressure was full in an instant. If it wasn't for this monster relying on the sound to act, he would have punched the opponent's head twice.

Suddenly, the monster seemed to feel the subtle ripples in the air, and it stopped shaking its head and began to approach the three of them slowly.

"Are we destined to die here?"

The Twilight Hermit unscrewed the useless Yunnan Baiyao and shook his head in despair.He could accept that he died of exhaustion and was finally killed by monsters, but he couldn't accept this kind of death without dignity.

Suddenly, Bai Ge said, "Do you have any last words?"

"I hope……"

Just as the war madman was about to speak, Bai Ge interrupted him straightforwardly.Pointing to the mannequin monster approaching behind him step by step, he said, "I spoke to it."

"Eh?"

Before the two of them understood what happened, the monster that was approaching them suddenly stopped, as if it sensed a terrifying and dangerous movement outside the door, and approached cautiously in the direction of the movement.

There was the sound of moccasin heels stepping on the ground outside the door, and then a tall and thin man with a beard in a suit appeared in front of him, still wearing his iconic black suit, and his eyes swept over the three people blocked in the narrow corridor .

"Do you need any help?"

"It's Mr. John Wick!"

At this time, the war madman seemed to see the last straw, and shouted desperately, and the whole corridor echoed the ecstasy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

"Idiot, so what if John Wick comes? It's no use."

The Twilight Hermit said dejectedly, "Don't forget, we have searched everywhere, and there are no guns or bullets here to deal with monsters."

"No, who said assassins can only use firearms?"

John Wick pulls an unassuming pencil from his pocket, stares at the wedding dress doll, and explains, "A pencil will suffice."

Chapter 530 Night Demon? I Have Another Name

The monster in the doll mask relies on instinct to approach the man exuding a terrifying aura cautiously. The monster without eyes can't see the ordinary "pencil" in the opponent's hand. For the top assassin John Wick, even if it is A piece of A4 paper can become a murder weapon.

John Wick is like a seasoned hunter, pacing in front of the monster, distracting and disturbing the opponent's attention, and as expected, the disturbed monster instantly jumped up towards the opponent's position, opening its bloody mouthparts He intends to bite off the opponent's head in one bite.

It was this moment that John Wick was waiting for. The moment the monster rushed over, he suddenly grabbed his head, turned over and plunged the pencil in his hand toward the back of his head.

The originally fragile pencil sank directly into the monster's head, and the attacked monster slapped the back of its head desperately, making a sharp roar.

"I actually inserted the pencil directly, but it doesn't seem to do enough damage."

Looking at the alive and kicking monster, the Twilight Hermit thumped deeply in his heart, and the flame of hope was extinguished in an instant.

"Since Mr. John Wick's pencil can cause damage to monsters, then the kitchen knife must be no problem."

The war madman swung his kitchen knife and rushed up confidently, ready to chop melons and vegetables at the monster's head, but unexpectedly, the monster was even faster, grabbing his head with one hand and slamming it against the wall .

With a click, the wall sank directly, and the war madman suddenly spit out a mouthful of old blood, and sat slumped on the ground, his eyes full of horror.

Why can others use a pencil to inflict fatal critical strikes on powerful monsters, but I can't do any damage with a kitchen knife.

Is this the difference between second-rate players and first-rate players?

The Twilight Hermit hurriedly asked, "What should I do now? Although the pencil has caused damage, but..."

John Wick interrupted the other party, holding eight pencils in his hands like Wolverine, folded his hands on his chest, and said, "Who told you I only have one pencil."

Everyone else was dumbfounded.

Is this the real Nightmare?