I Became a God in a Horror Game: 218, Rose Factory (119+120)
Muke moved behind Charles without moving.
Even if he didn't know the identity of Charles who appeared suddenly, Mu Ke could tell from the imminent situation that Bai Liu was being helped by Charles.
"Once obsessed with a man and fascinated by a betting horse every year according to the season, I don't think it's a thing." All the expressions on Heart's face were deeply hidden, wine red eyes Undercurrents surged in the eyes, "Don't compare your animality with me, Charles."
"Then I apologize for my inappropriateness." Charles bowed and smiled, "But for me, animal nature is a compliment, and I appreciate people with animal nature."
Hearts was silent for a second, she realized that Charles had to fish out the white willow, this man sometimes gambled and no one could stop him.
Heart did not hesitate at all, she turned and looked at Titan: "Titan, besiege them."
A huge black ball fell from the sky, like a black hole, it was going to swallow Charles, Wang Shun, Mu Ke and the others behind him.
But Charles didn't panic at all, he raised the civilized staff in his hand to resist the falling black ball.
The black ball was swallowed along the tail of the civilized staff one by one, and it was about to touch the tip of Charles' nose. He took off his black top hat and dragged it back to the time when the black ball was stuck at the end of the civilized staff. , Charles flipped his top hat down on the huge black ball.
As if by magic, the huge black ball was restrained by the cap of the top hat, pressed into Charles's white glove, and turned into a black bouncing ball in his palm during the flip.
[System prompt: Player Charles is using the skill (Phantom Biter)]
【This skill can devour the opponent's skills and reversely devour the opponent's skills at the moment of attack, and convert them into some kind of magic props for storage. 】
"Using skills is useless to me, Queen." Charles flicked the bouncing ball in his hand twice with great interest, then took off his white gloves to wrap them around, and put the gloves into Wang Shun's pocket next to him , "If you play dirty, I will give it to you."
Wang Shun: "????"
He had long heard that Charles was a very fluffy person, but he didn't realize that he was so fluffy - he just bounced it twice on the ground without any dust by himself, and he didn't want it.
From nowhere, Charles conjured up a pair of white gloves and put them on himself. He raised his hat to return to Titan and Heart, and smiled very reservedly: "Queen, allow me to leave first."
Speaking, Charles turned around, raised his elbow to Wang Shun, raised his chin slightly to gesture politely twice, and tapped his elbow twice with his index finger.
Wang Shun reacted in a daze for a while, then realized that Charles had asked him to hold his arm.
...==There are so many people involved...
But even though he complained a few words in his heart, Wang Shun still held Charles's hand honestly, and Charles walked forward with satisfaction.
He walked up to Mu Ke and said with a smile: "I believe you have seen my sincerity to Bai Liu, you don't mind going to [Human District] with us?"
Mu Ke held his breath and waited for President Charles for a long time, but at this time, he kept his airs, and instead of being rude, he stretched out his hand in a neither humble nor humble way, and thanked him very sincerely: "I don't mind at all."
"You are very welcome to come with us."
Human area.
After Charles intervened in this matter, ordinary spectators who were afraid to come to watch the excitement under the strong siege of the National Guild now approached one after another.
Because of the [Siege of the White Willow] incident, the heated discussions on the forum reached a limit, and a lot of discussions finally broke out. Everything became curious.
A large number of ordinary spectators sneaked behind Mu Ke and the others, pretending to be passing by until they reached the [Inhabited Area].
You can't blame them for pretending, because the people from the King's Guild followed along, and the people who came to eat melons didn't dare to make too much publicity.
The two camps were facing each other in the [Inhabited Area], where there was never a ghost. Charles and Heart stood in front of the guild members, feeling like they could fight at any time.
The audience next to them watched with excitement and enthusiasm-the good show of the league has not yet begun, and the melons of the support season are being eaten wave after wave.
In the crowded area, snowflakes and noise flicker on the stacked old TV sets. From time to time, under the black and white stripes, a distorted shadow of a person will crash and slap the TV screen, most of them are calling for help.
The hoarse and desperate voice came through the damaged speakers on both sides of the TV, elongated and stuttered into a strange tune that could not be heard, and it was indescribably eerie.
The gamers trapped in the inhospitable area appear intermittently on the black and white TV, like an ominous video that they use to commemorate their lives after death.
On both sides of the residential area are white and smooth walls that are dazzling, and the old tome FM TVs are stacked horizontally, forming a TV mountain that is so long that it can't be seen at a glance, extending to the deepest part of the residential area.
Nobody knows if there is an end to the populated area, because no one has ever reached the end of the populated area.
The full name of [Inhabited Area] is [Inhabited Area], but this place is not inhabited, but filled with the endings of those who have exhausted everything and still want to live desperately.
When these people lose their names in this game, they lose their right to exist as human beings, and they can only become one after another monsters who have forgotten their origins on the buzzing old TV.
Muke came to this place for the first time, and he was shocked from the bottom of his heart, especially when Wang Shun told him with a sigh that many players in the [People's Area] were playing games for the first time When newcomers.
"If the newcomers who enter the game are not recognized by the audience and don't get reward points from the audience, they will not be able to buy props, and it will be very difficult to pass the level."
There is deep pity in Wang Shun's eyes: "They will soon fall into the [inhabited area], and the only thing they can do is to delay the time in the process of being gradually alienated, so that they can try not to be in that place as much as possible." Die soon."
"It was very painful, they couldn't see any hope, they just struggled in the game with instinct, waiting for someone to rescue them."
Mu Ke stared at the TV mountain in a daze, and asked softly, "Is it... the same as me in "Siren Town" back then?"
"Yes." Wang Shun said, "If Bai Liu didn't save you at that time, this place would be your graveyard."
"A lot of times these people don't need a lot, just give them a few points, it's enough for them to see the light of day again and crawl out of this cemetery-like inhabited area."
Wang Shun turned to look at Mu Ke, he sighed: "But unfortunately, few people in this game have such kindness."
"Not everyone is as lucky as you. There is a strong Bai Liu who breaks through the dimension to save you." Wang Shun let out a long breath, and finally brought a smile on his face. Bai Liu was rescued."
The crowd of onlookers whispered and discussed what Charles and Hearts were going to do.
Hearts glanced sideways at the TV mountain in the distance, and then turned to look at Charles with the same smile: "Are you sure you want to waste so many points on Bai Liu and give him back from this garbage dump?" Take it out?"
"This is not a waste." Charles retorted with a smile, "I call all consumption that pleases me reasonable entertainment, isn't Bai Liu very interesting?"
Hearts are noncommittal: "You are such an unreasonable man."
Charles stooped to accept: "Thank you for your compliment."
"How many points are you going to spend to stop?" Heart asked.
Charles straightened up, he turned to look at the pure white background in the inhabited area, turned to take off the diamond ring on his thumb, squinted his eyes: "—until I saw the white willow reappeared in front of me .”
Muke took a deep breath, stood in front of the guild members, and gave an order for Charles: "Your Majesty, Charles will transfer one million points to each of you now, but there is a limit on the points. It cannot be misappropriated.”
"The only use of the points forwarded to you is to charge the players next to you, in the crowded area, and charge 5 to 10 points for each small TV. Until the little TV goes off."
"The small TV that weighs 10 points and does not go out, mark the location, and hand it over to me. We will conduct a second analysis of the players inside. If it is determined that the players inside are suspected of being Bailiu, we will conduct a second analysis as appropriate. Charging."
Muke took a step to the left, let out Wang Shun behind him, and introduced: "This is the data analyst of our trade union, Wang Shun. All the small TV data you get will be counted by him. After comprehensive analysis, we will Small TVs in crowded areas will be screened again."
"And we are the fourth most famous Mu Shen on the new star list." Mu Ke lightly glanced at Mu Sicheng, who had kept his head down and said nothing since just now, "He will guard us at the entrance of the crowded area and protect us at all times." Interferenced by the King's Guild."
Mu Sicheng raised his head and Mu Ke looked at each other with anger.
He took a deep breath, turned his head away irritably, and clicked his tongue. He didn't refute or agree, but he did get up and stand at the entrance of the residential area, with his chin raised slightly to meet the members of the National Convention. See.
Mu Sicheng noticed Mu Ke's hostility towards him, which made Mu Sicheng unhappy, but what made him even more unhappy was that Mu Ke was really much more organized than him at this time!
After finishing speaking, Mu Ke looked around at the guild members in front of him: "Is there anything else you don't understand?"
The guild members below are already listening to the idiot.
It's been a long time since they joined the Scavenging Guild, and they haven't seen a million points, and now they want one share per person, and now they have to spend it in order to save someone they haven't even met before— - They couldn't imagine such an exciting thing for several lifetimes, and they were all dizzy and almost couldn't stand still.
The onlookers next to him were stunned when they heard it. They looked as if nothing happened. Charles, who was wiping his cane, looked at the scene in the residential area in a daze. A mountain of TVs without the length of a tailgate train, with straight eyes.
—Charles was... just kidding, right? !
If you want to find a person in this long TV mountain, at least tens of millions of points will be spent! !
But soon they discovered that Charles was really not joking.
Guild players walked up to Charles one by one, held up their own system panel tremblingly to transfer money, and then walked on in a daze after the transfer was successful.
Tens of millions of points were transferred, and Charles didn't even change the arc of his smile from the beginning to the end.
He gently patted the shoulders of these delirious guild members: "Now, go find the guild leader you hid."
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The temple.
In the middle of the table is a card that is suddenly turned over. The character on the card is a mysterious magician who gentlemanly pulls his hat down to cover his smiling face.
The man with the hood covering his face pensively tapped on it thoughtfully, and said with a smile: "Interesting, there is a magician card that is neither a werewolf camp nor a **** camp. Change."
"Are you still going to play cards, Seer?" he asked with a smile.
The prophet was silent for a while: "Not coming out."
"This scene has become so chaotic..." Under the hood, the man's eyes were changing into the werewolf's hunter card, the witch standing by, the rose card that was about to disappear, and the sudden appearance. The magician lingered on the card, and then suddenly showed a smile that was afraid of chaos in the world, "Then let's make it more chaotic."
A brand new card emerged between his index and middle fingers, and he pressed it to the right of the werewolf card.
The moment the prophet saw this card, his eyes changed insignificantly.
This is a card that is different from other cards. It does not follow the rules. The moment it lands on the table, the characters in this card float on the table like a pop-up book , holding a fancy trumpet toy gun, beeping and running around the table.
It wears a pair of over-length pompom boots, fluffy bright red carrot pants, puff sleeves on the upper body and a lace stacked neckline that wraps around the entire neck.
A two-horned, two-color hat with a bell at the end jingled as it ran.
It is covered with thick white oil paint from the face to the neck, and the mouth is outlined with a bright red enlarged circle, while the eyes are painted with two black pens, a huge fork, and a pair of forks are hidden under the fork. Green eyes, golden curly hair shining on the top of its head.
This is obviously a clown, or rather a clown.
But now this clown is holding up his trumpet gun, biubiubiu all over the table, almost as soon as he sees the cards, he shoots frantically at the faces of the characters on the cards, and makes creepy, sharp and piercing sounds Happy smile.
In the end, the clown made a mess around the table, padded its own booties, and stood with its head tilted on the werewolf card-this is the only one that it didn't destroy with a trumpet gun Card.
"King!" The clown jumped happily. It opened its green eyes that were as bright as gems, and then lay on the werewolf card, curled up on the card with attachment, put its face against the werewolf, and said nervously, laughing, "King! Find king!"
"What did you do to the clown?" The prophet's tone rarely became serious, "This is not the normal state when the initial character card first appears in the game, the clown seems to remember Bai Liu—but at this time Line, the clown and Bai Liu haven't seen each other yet."
The person sitting opposite folded his hands on the table, he raised his eyes and smiled: "Are you afraid? Afraid that the clown's influence on Bai Liu will turn him into Bai Liu?"
The prophet retorted coldly: "You are breaking the rules of the game."
"I never break the rules of the game." The man let go of his folded hands, smiling unabated, "I just put down the clown card in advance, but didn't let it appear."
The prophet was about to speak: "What..." mean?
But before he could ask, the prophet suddenly stopped, and he looked at the person sitting opposite him in disbelief: "You... put him in the inhabited area?!"
"Yeah, the first single player game I put the clown in the game was the tier one, he was naturally stuck in there and couldn't get out, and pretty soon, the audience was all over the poor, unskilled, The clown who has no way to pass the level loses interest, so he is exiled to the inhabited area." The man spoke with pity.
The prophet's lines were a little trembling: "...how long has he been in the game?"
The man said casually: "He lived with those monsters...for about ten years, I wouldn't really let him die, but now he is almost crazy."
The prophet raised his eyes and looked at the person opposite: "Why does the clown remember Bai Liu?"
The man leaned forward and leaned closer to the prophet: "Because I want him to persist in this horrific super game that tortured him to the point of committing suicide, I decided to give him hope, so I let him dream every night." .”
"The clown in the dream will see a man named Bai Liu who rescued him like a god, and led him to kill all directions, invincible, and become the champion."
"That person completely understands him, recognizes him, appreciates him, and is the only person in this world who allows him to follow. He is the most loyal clown in his hands, and he is his king."
The man looked down at the clown on the table: "This dream has kept him going until now."
The prophet closed his eyes, and his breathing began to be difficult: "You made the clown... dream about the contents of other timelines...but now this timeline is completely messed up, and Bai Liu is not at that point in time at all." Go save him..."
"The clown has been playing alone in the game with Bai Liu, who never appears, for ten years..."
"Congratulations, he's finally here, isn't he?" The man smiled more cheerfully, "Bai Liu will appear in the inhabited area soon, and rescue him."
"Have you ever heard a fairy tale?" The man brought up another topic abruptly, but he was obviously interested in talking about this fairy tale with the prophet, and continued without the prophet's answer, "This The story is called "The Fisherman and the Devil."
"A long time ago, there was a clown-like devil who was sealed in a bottle by God. He was in so much pain that he couldn't escape. No one could see or feel his pain. He could only rely on visions in dreams. Survive."
"So he made a wish in his heart, if that person rescued him in the first year, he would give that person money that he would never spend in his lifetime."
"It's a pity that that person didn't show up. In the first year, the clown, if that person saves him at this time, he will join the league for that person and become that person's subordinate."
"But that person still didn't show up. In the sixth year, the clown, if that person saves him at this time, he is willing to become that person's dog and sell his soul to him."
"But that person still didn't show up."
He looked at the prophet, and the arc of the corner of his mouth remained unchanged: "In the tenth year, the clown finally met that person, what do you think the clown will do to Bai Liu, his king of the past ten years?" ?”
The prophet opened his eyes: "He will kill Bai Liu."