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Time flies, and the production of 'Sekiro' is also progressing steadily!

Although some content has not been polished yet, it is basically playable, and the employees are extremely excited after playing it.

At a routine meeting, the operations manager suggested, "Boss, the Windmill Game Show is about to open soon, and they have sent us an invitation. Should we make a demo version of 'Sekiro' to participate?"

The Windmill Game Show is one of the largest game shows in China. It is held once a year, showcasing many unreleased games, attracting tens of thousands of players, and is located at the convention center in Linhai.

Wang Jian nodded and agreed, "Sure, then you can communicate with the organizers, and let's prepare to release our trailer!"

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Today, Tuo Yi woke up from his afternoon nap and was about to play a game when he noticed that Dragon Abyss's Weibo, which he followed, had updated a post, with tens of thousands of likes and reposts already.

"New game?"

He yawned and curiously clicked on the trailer.

In the dark background, Dragon Abyss's ancient sword logo slowly faded away.

"Mmm~"

The scene changed, and a low, rough bullhorn sounded, carrying some of the solemn atmosphere of war.

Under the silent and deep night, seemingly within a spacious courtyard, dense raindrops fell on the pond, the drooping guest-welcoming pine, and the surrounding large artificial rocks. The surface of the pond rippled, and the artificial rocks, struck by the raindrops, appeared smooth and wet, reflecting a fiery red light.

Around the pond, the classic and elegant courtyard buildings were engulfed in raging fire. The fire was extremely strong, emitting a bright orange light, making people feel the temperature through the screen.

Rainwater met the flames, making a faint "hissing" sound. Rolling white smoke was ignited, becoming somewhat hazy and red under the reflection of the firelight, drifting and rising towards the deep dark sky, as the camera slowly ascended.

"Damn!"

Tuo Yi's eyes were a little dazed. This quality, it's a big production!

On a path hundreds of meters away from this courtyard, the soaring fire and thick smoke could still be seen, but only the sound of rain hitting the surrounding trees and grass could be heard.

Next to a muddy puddle was a patch of dark red blood. The low heartbeat slowly pulsed.

The camera followed the bloodstain slowly downward. This bloodstain came from a person in hemp clothing and samurai attire, flowing on the ground in a shocking large patch. The grass and branches were swaying from the raindrops, but this person was motionless, as if dead.

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A sad and melodious zither sound rang out suddenly, seemingly mourning for him.

A voice that sounded very young but revealed a sense of majesty said, "Even if defeated, I will definitely risk my life to save my master."

However, the heartbeat was still beating rhythmically. This person's hand was wrapped in a layer of iron armor, reflecting a silver light in the moonlight, in a half-grip position that refused to relax. His vitality had not completely disappeared.

"If you are my ninja."

"Ninja?" Tuo Yi thought to himself, looking at the classic courtyard, the Sakura language dubbing, and the keyword ninja, the game's background this time, could it be the Sakura Warring States period?

The sound of war drums resounded like thunder, and the deep sound of horns blew away the clouds, while the clear and melodious sound of the ancient zither was unhurried.

The samurai was located on a steep stone staircase, with a layer of unmelted thin snow accumulated on both sides of the wall, and a layer of white frost on the weeds. Above was a majestic and towering pavilion, surrounded by smoky clouds, looking up, as if suspended in the air, giving people an invisible pressure that made them want to worship.

The samurai held his sword diagonally at his side, and ran swiftly down the extremely steep steps. In the rapid footsteps, the coarse cloth of his clothes fluttered in the face of the oncoming airflow, and the three-pronged braziers and white banners behind him constantly receded, making the scene very dynamic.

The scene changed, and the samurai was in the dark mezzanine of the pavilion, holding his long sword and bowing his body, slowly moving his steps, like a hunting cat, moving silently. Below him in the room, there were several screens with landscape paintings, and two samurai were sitting on the ground resting, without noticing that someone was moving above.

Tuo Yi thought, "Stealth, assassination?"

In an environment like a deep well, the samurai exerted force under his feet and bounced off the left and right stone walls, like an agile flea.

In the samurai's jump, the screen turned to the open outside world. Under the warm yellow sunlight of the setting sun, the surrounding sky was dyed a layer of pink and purple. Several quaint pavilions faced the setting sun, with beautiful scenery.

The samurai was like a large bird spreading its wings and flying, rotating his body in the air, landing on a crooked tree trunk covered with snow, and a layer of snow mist splashed under his feet, startling two birds nearby to flap their wings and fly away in the setting sun.

He then waved his arm suddenly, shooting a grappling hook from his sleeve, grabbing onto a statue on the corner of the pavilion, and then retracting his hand with force, and the whole person took off again along the force, like a white crane raising its foot and spreading its wings, landing lightly on the pavilion, and the distant overlapping mountains and scattered pavilions were immediately in full view.

"Damn! I'm amazed!"

Tuo Yi was completely dumbfounded!

What the heck is this operation? You can play like this?

Looking at the birds flying freely in the sky, who wouldn't yearn for it?

When Tuo Yi was a child, he often dreamed that he opened his arms and flew freely over the city at night, as if flying was in his genetic instinct.

But when he woke up, the feeling of being able to fly disappeared without a trace, making him extremely depressed.

Tuo Yi was very naive at that time and firmly believed that he had superpowers, but this power was sealed in his body, waiting for the world crisis to appear, and he could be a superhero.

After growing up, he wouldn't have flying dreams anymore, and he wouldn't fantasize about having superpowers, but when he saw this samurai flying around, he suddenly became eager again!

This is too happy!

The scene changed, seemingly to a remote deep mountain, surrounded by old trees with deep roots and lush foliage, thick enough for five or six people to hug. There were also several stone Buddha statues under the trees. Although they had been weathered by time and appeared somewhat rough, the exquisite carvings could still be seen.

Like the stone Buddha stepping on a lotus flower, with his hands clasped together, the wrinkles on his robe were carved out one by one.

In the dappled sunlight, several monks holding Zen staffs and wearing dirty yellow and red robes were stepping on a stone path, heading towards the ancient temple in front.

However, on the bald heads of these monks, there seemed to be a huge protrusion, like... a disgusting fleshy tumor.