Good and dedicated leader of the evil sect

Dark red lights shrouded the deep corridor, and the sound of messy and panicked footsteps echoed. The anchors were gasping for breath, turning their heads to look behind from time to time.

"How is it? Shake… Shake it off?"

One of the anchors lowered his voice and asked unsteadily.

After all, they were all level C anchors who have experienced at least five instances. Whether it was their points reserve or their experience, both were very rich. So even if they encounter an unexpected situation like just now, they could react quickly and use props skillfully, change their path, and hide their breath, so as to avoid the pursuit of monsters.

All the anchors cautiously observed the corridor behind them.

The corridor behind was empty, and there was no sound except for the gasping sound of everyone.

Looks like they got rid of it.

The crisis has been lifted temporarily.

After confirming that no monsters were chasing after them, they finally breathed a long sigh of relief and relaxed a little.

However, this short-lived relaxed atmosphere was quickly broken by a question from one of the anchors:

"So, what shall we do next?"

The expressions of all the anchors involuntarily became slightly gloomy.

Although this question had just been asked, they already had the answer in their hearts.

Since the faction battle was not over yet, it meant that the anchor on the black side was still alive, but the only anchor who might have known his whereabouts should be dead by now.

The upgraded map was at least double the size of the previous one. Aimlessly searching would not be effective; after all, there was only one person on the other side, not a team. The target was too small compared to them.

That being the case, in order to ensure the victory of the non-confrontational faction battle, they could only take the most traditional way, that was—

To complete the main line task.

[Refine the tenth soul-locking altar and completely suppress the evil spirit.]

Wen Jianyan stared at the main line task of the red team on Su Cheng's mobile phone, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"What do you think?" Su Cheng took back his phone and asked.

"The red side should have given up looking for my trace now and gone on to complete the main task instead." Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes and subconsciously rubbed the lines of the spell on the back of his hand with his fingertips. While sorting out his thoughts, he slowly said:

"So, they should contact Granny Wen next."

"So what?"

Ji Guan turned his head to look at the crimson wall that was creeping behind him and took half a step forward with some fear. But he still subconsciously straightened his chest, raised his voice, and said:

"With your current status, do you still need to be afraid of them?"

You have so many ghosts under your command!

Isn't that sufficient to ensure your victory?!

Unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan shook his head and said solemnly: "No, on the contrary, this time the winning rate of the red side and the black side is 50-50, and the red side even has the upper hand."

Su Cheng was Startled: "How?"

Wen Jianyan: "The strongest in this instance are not the spirits sealed in 1316, but Granny Wen. Don't forget, she is the one who started all this. As long as she contacts the anchor, then it is not far from the tenth soul-locking altar being made. Not only are there more people on the red side, but there are also Granny Wen's paper figurines and various magic weapons. Unless I want to sacrifice my followers, I am no match for her in a head-to-head battle."

In the "Integrity First" live broadcast room:

[Good guy, he just directly called them "my followers"…his acceptance of his current identity is too good!]

[Lol, he is really a good and dedicated cult leader!]

[But what the dog liar said is indeed true. The faction battle in this instance is really difficult to fight, and it's indeed hard to tell who is more powerful between both forces. That's why it's a faction-based battle rather than hunting.]

[And I remember that the anchor can't take the initiative to change the faction, right? Even if the black side really wins, his two teammates will die in this instance… ah, this is too uncomfortable.]

[This faction battle is too difficult!! It's impossible to say who will win!]

[? Why are you all analyzing the situation so seriously? Am I the only one who is seriously appreciating my wife's war-damaged appearance?]

[Aaahhhhhh, me too! Tattoos, battle damage, tattered clothes, what kind of fragrant setting is this; this child has already passed out!]

[It doesn't matter which side has the best chance of winning; anyway, I have no brains to push my wife to win! (100 reward points)]

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly concluded:

"Actually, the main task of this faction battle is to seize the soul-locking altar."

After all, only nine altars had been produced in this instance, so this sealing formation against evil spirits was actually a semi-finished product.

Previously, in 1316, Wen Jianyan actually only temporarily broke the seals of those alters. Unless the person who made the seals was killed, these souls could not be truly free.

If the red side created the tenth soul-locking altar before the black side, the magic array would be completed automatically, and the soul-locking altars that Wen Jianyan broke the seal on would take effect again, and all the evil spirits would be directly sealed.

And if the black side snatched the ninth soul-locking altar from the red side and smashed it before the tenth soul-locking altar was created, then the magic array would be broken directly, and all the evil spirits would also be released.

Therefore, in fact, the focus of victory in this faction battle was which side could win the next soul-locking altar.

But besides that, there were two other points that Wen Jianyan could not ignore.

First, although he was on the black side, he didn't want to complete the main task of the black faction… because the main task was to liberate that evil spirit! That evil spirit who was stabbed in the heart by him in the previous instance!

And the second one was that Su Cheng and Ji Guan were on the red side.

If he really snatched and shattered the ninth soul-locking altar, it might end up being the worst outcome.

—the entire team would be wiped out.

That's why Wen Jianyan was saying that the red side even faintly had the upper hand.

After all, the other side does not need to face such a difficult choice.

But… not necessarily.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes thoughtfully, his white and slender knuckles curled up slightly, and he tapped his knees one after another.

Su Cheng knew that this meant that the other party was thinking.

For some reason, he had an almost blind sense of trust in this liar, who seemed to have no bottom line and was full of lies. For no reason, he just believed that the other party would not obey the rules so easily and sacrificed his teammates in order to survive.

However, looking at the other party's pensive look, Su Cheng felt a little shiver run down his spine.

His hunches were almost never wrong.

So… this guy must have had some bad ideas!!!

Time passed by, and the walls on both sides of the corridor were completely covered in scarlet and slippery flesh, beating slightly with the rhythm of the heartbeat and looking creepy.

Wen Jianyan raised his eyelids slightly, and a pair of amber, clear, and harmless eyes looked over from under his eyelashes:

"Wait a minute."

He stood up, turned around, and walked into 1316 while limping.

The low voices of the conversation could be heard from the room.

The young man seemed to be talking to another vague and intermittent voice. Their conversation was covered by the wet and sticky wriggling sound and was almost impossible to hear from the outside.

Outside the room, Su Cheng and Ji Guan looked at each other, completely confused about what this guy was up to.

The online audience in the live broadcast room of the two of them decreased rapidly, and they all went to the "Integrity First" live broadcast room to watch the excitement.

A minute later, the number of people in their live broadcast room finally picked up again.

[…Fvck, fvck! Fvck!!]

I'm speechless… I'm completely speechless… How could anyone think of such a solution!!]

[I can only say one word to these two cuties: Run! (Shouting desperately)]

Soon, Wen Jianyan poked his head out of the room.

"About the faction…"

The young man's face was still a little pale due to excessive blood loss; his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his lips were raised harmlessly. His light-colored pupils rippled with light, looking very amiable and pleasant.

"I want to do an experiment; are you willing to help?"

Wen Jianyan asked with a smile.

Su Cheng: "..."

Ji Guan: "..."

This time, even Ji Guan couldn't help but shudder, and an ominous premonition slowly surged in his heart.

This… what does this guy want to do?

***

In Granny Wen's room.

There were many anchors squeezed into the small room, and the already narrow space became more and more difficult to breathe.

The smell of incense ash wafted in the air, and the electronic candles flickered red in the dark light. All kinds of strange and evil weapons were placed everywhere, making people shudder.

The brass statue of the evil Bodhisattva was placed on the base with a compassionate expression, silently watching the people in the darkness.

From time to time, there were always anchors who cast doubtful glances at the Bodhisattva statue—was there such a big hole in the Bodhisattva statue before?

And also…

Is this arm a bit crooked?

Granny Wen coughed twice and finally attracted the attention of all the anchors.

Seeing that everyone was focusing on her body, Granny Wen raised her cloudy eyes covered by white clouds and said slowly, "You guessed it right, the evil spirit has not been completely suppressed by the Bodhisattva yet. Once the evil spirit reappears, the whole world will surely suffer catastrophe."

"If the Bodhisattva wants to completely suppress the evil spirit, the tenth soul-locking altar is necessary, but if you want to complete the soul-locking altar, you must offer a sacrifice."

The whole room fell silent; only the sound of the shallow breathing of the anchors could be heard, and everyone focused on listening to Granny Wen's words.

She stared at the anchors in front of her with those terrifying eyes and continued slowly:

"Since you have come here, you should be mentally prepared to pay the price, right?"

Sacrifice.

This word sounded a little disturbing.

Wang Hanyu and Gao Chengxin looked at each other secretly and exchanged glances: "Of course."

While speaking, Granny Wen tremblingly bent down, opened the side cabinet, and took out a pitch-black pottery jar from it.

"Only souls that have been dyed black by desire and killing can become the raw materials for the soul-locking altar."

She stretched out her old and shriveled hand and grabbed a handful of off-white incense ash from the incense altar enshrined in front of the Bodhisattva statue. Then she sprinkled it into the depths of the jar, and placed a small Bagua mirror on the bottom of the jar:

"The soul locked in thid altar will never enter reincarnation cycle, and will never be able to leave this small space of 1 square cun1."

Granny Wen took out a stack of yellow paper and cinnabar and placed them on the table.

She slowly said: "The sacrifices of the soul-locking altar can only enter actively and cannot be dragged by spells. But if the tenth soul-locking altar cannot be produced tonight, the evil spirit will break through the seal. At that time, everything will be irreparable, so I can only take the risk and drag the sacrifice into the altar with the help of my living soul."

Saying that, Granny Wen took out a few small paper figurines from her pocket, pricked her finger with a long needle, and the moment blood dripped on the paper figurines, they began to burn on their own.

The scraps of paper mixed with Granny Wen's blood were finely stirred into the cinnabar.

Granny Wen put the pen on the table and looked up at the anchor in front of her:

"Come on, write the real names of the three sacrifices on the yellow paper with the cinnabar."

One of the anchors was stunned and asked with some uncertainty : "Wait …Could it be that the name written on the paper will be thrown into the altar and become a sacrifice?"

"Naturally." Granny Wen slowly nodded and said:

"If you want to refine a soul-locking altar, there is no other way except this."

In an instant, the entire narrow room fell into dead silence.

The anchors realized what the test of the red side was—they would never take the initiative to write their names on the yellow paper. In this type of instance, all the anchors call each other by the name on their identity cards, and only people who came here as a team would know each other's real names.

If you want to refine a soul-locking altar, just send three people into the altar to refine it.

In other words, if you don't want yourself to be thrown into the altar by your teammates, you must take the initiative to write the name of your teammate on it and let them become the sacrifice for refining the altar.

There were twenty-three people on the red side. It was impossible for so many people to act together, so after confirming their camp, they began to split up. After the group of monsters disappeared, the paper figurines reappeared, and the original fairly neat team was driven by the paper figurines to disperse again, and many anchors lost contact with their teammates.

At that moment, Granny Wen appeared in front of them. She led them into this room and told them the refining method of the tenth soul-locking altar.

But this method was a bit too cruel.

All the anchors had extremely ugly expressions.

Gao Chengxin opened his mouth to break the dead silence. He asked Granny Wen, "Did anyone find your room before us?"

Granny Wen didn't answer directly.

Holding the black pottery jar in her hand, she said slowly, "Our world is at the junction of illusion and reality. This room you are in does not really exist. As long as a person wants to come to this room, they can find me; I will help them."

In other words, they might not be the first to find this room, nor might they be the last.

Maybe even somewhere else in this instance, a similar conversation was taking place.

The audience in the red side's live broadcast room was enthusiastically discussing the current battle situation.

[That is to say, other anchors can also meet Granny Wen in other places, and they can also get the method of making the soul-locking altar from her, right?]

[!! I understand; I was thinking about how these paper figurines came out and started chasing the anchors out of nowhere. These paper figurines were all made by Granny Wen, and they went after the red side anchors under the order of Granny Wen!]

[D@mmit, that means, Granny Wen deliberately separated most of the red team's anchors from their teammates, and then told them how to make the soul-locking altar, so that they can betray each other!]

[Isn't this the prisoner's dilemma?! This old woman is so poisonous!]

[This instance can be renamed backstabbing. If the red side doesn't sell their teammates, they can't make the soul-locking altar. If the black side wants to win, they have to let their two teammates die… If you compare it carefully, this instance mechanism is even more poisonous!]

[Speaking of which, what exactly is the black side doing? Why hasn't there been any movement for a long time?]

[I just came from there, to be honest, I don't understand.]

[???]

[What do you mean that you don't understand?]

[I just… can't tell, you just go and see for yourself.]

In the corridor, the dark red, ominous lights flickered slightly. The walls on both sides were turning into scarlet, sticky flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Drip, drip.

The corrosive liquid dripped down, making a hissing sound on the ground.

The sound of hurried and frantic footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the two figures ran wildly under the pursuit of the ghost.

Cluck, cluck, cluck—

The pale limbs loomed in the dark shadows, followed closely by the rustling sound of climbing behind.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!"

Ji Guan kept moving his two sore legs, running wildly with a collapsed expression: "Aaahhhh! How did things become like this!"

"I don't f**king know!!!!"

Su Cheng's expression also collapsed, as he avoided the pale arm protruding from the side corridor.

About five minutes ago, Wen Jianyan put forward the so-called "experiment request" with a smile, but before they could even agree, a familiar system prompt sounded:

[Congratulations to the anchor for triggering the scene: Chase battle

Countdown: 10:00]

[If the health value reaches zero, the anchor will die, and the live broadcast will end.

If the sanity value became zero, the anchor will become part of the instance, and the live broadcast will end.]

[In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is smooth and doesn't disconnect!]

? ? ?

Wait???

What?????

Chase battle?!

Su Cheng and Ji Guan were completely dumbfounded and could hardly believe their ears.

What's going on?!

The young man standing at the intersection of light and dark leaned sideways on the door frame; his white and firm body was covered by a pitch-black spell. Under the dark red light, it was like a living creature, spreading its bare fangs and brandishing its claws.

With a smile on his lips, he looked innocent:

"I suggest you start running now."

"Cluck."

"Cluck."

Behind him, a pale monster figure appeared.

Wen Jianyan smiled and reminded: "They don't know how to go easy."

Su Cheng: "..."

Ji Guan: "..."

Then, the two broke down and started running for their lives.

These monsters really didn't know how to go easy on them, they really wanted to kill them!!!!!!

D@mmit!

…..This d@mn dog liar!!!

***

"There is no other way."

Wang Hanyu turned around and said to Gao Chengxin in a low voice: "Under the current situation, three people must be sacrificed. Now we still have a little decision-making power. If we continue to delay, who knows whose name will be written on the yellow paper later."

He raised his eyes, looked around the room, and said:

"Don't forget, there is still the black side that is competing with us. If they really completed the mission before us, all 23 people on our red team will die! Sacrificing three people to save the remaining 20 lives, no matter what you say, it's not a loss."

Wang Hanyu stepped forward first.

He leaned over to pick up the pen, soaked it with cinnabar, and started writing on the yellow paper.

Soon, he put down his pen and turned to look at the rest of the people: "This is for the collective benefit of all of us."

On the other side

Chen Mo walked down the corridor with the other three anchors.

During the chase just now, he accidentally separated from his team and was now trying to find their way back to the group.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, twirling the pads of his index finger and thumb subconsciously. He gritted his teeth, feeling an inexplicable craving for cigarettes.

Although he and the team scattered more than ten minutes ago, he and Wang Hanyu separated shortly after entering the mirror world.

That time, they found the soul-locking altar in 1304 and were dragged into the mirror by the monster.

After he used the props to leave the mirror world, he separated from Wang Hanyu and didn't meet again until the scuffle just now. The next moment was the alienation of the instance and the allocation of factions.

After finding out that they were all assigned to the red side, Chen Mo heaved a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to draw swords against his teammates.

However, what happened next was completely beyond his expectations.

The red team needed to decide the next course of action. But Wang Hanyu seemed to have gotten some information that he did not know about, and he thought that the whole thing was planned by the anchor on the black side. So he proposed that everyone find the red-side anchor who had been assisting the black side and then torture the black team anchor's whereabouts from his mouth.

He tried to use the confrontational faction battle method to fight this non-confrontational faction battle.

In other words, total annihilation of all black anchors.

Chen Mo disagreed with this.

Since this was a non-confrontational faction battle, they should follow the rules and complete the main task before the opponent, rather than starting a one-sided encirclement and suppression.

This was not because of Chen Mo's high moral standards.

Chen Mo's level was C+, and he was only a few live broadcasts away from being promoted to B-.

Although he was only half a level higher than Wang Hanyu, he had entered far more instances than the other party. According to experience, in this kind of faction battle, the various forces are often balanced, and there is never one-sided crushing like this.

However, in this case, the number of people on the red side… was 23 and the number of people on the black side was 1.

This made Chen Mo vigilant.

The opponent must have some cards they didn't know about; otherwise, the instance wouldn't have made such an outrageous distribution of people.

However, Wang Hanyu was extremely obsessed with his own plan and didn't listen to his persuasion at all.

Under such a dispute, the red team was divided into two teams. One team took the confrontational route with Wang Hanyu, and only a few anchors chose to go with Chen Mo to complete the main task.

The paranoia and emotionality of his teammates made Chen Mo very disappointed.

He and Wang Hanyu belonged to the same small guild. This guild was very small, with a total of only six members. All of them only met each other after entering the Nightmare.

He was the president, and Wang Hanyu was the vice president, but as the guild's ranking rose, there were gradual disagreements between the two.

In instances below level A, there was a limit to the number of anchors, but above level A, there were levels S, SS, and SSS, and the restrictions on the number of people in these instances would be greatly relaxed.

If you relied on a strong guild in these instances, the difficulty of passing them would be greatly reduced.

Therefore, Wang Hanyu kept persuading Chen Mo, trying to get him to hand over his small guild and merge it into a larger guild, but Chen Mo always refused.

The differences gradually became bigger and bigger, until this in instance, where they reached a level that was impossible to ignore.

Chen Mo took out a flat cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it, and bit it with his teeth.

He was not a fool; he could feel the change in the other party's attitude.

Since entering this instance, every decision Wang Hanyu has made contradicts his. Although they could barely agree on many key issues before, Wang Hanyu would always listen to his decisions as president, despite his reluctance.

But…

Obviously, the other party was no longer prepared to maintain this superficial obedience.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, and the bitter smell of tobacco spread slowly on his tongue.

He took the unlit cigarette out of his mouth and sighed.

It seemed that after this instance was over, they needed to have a good talk about the next development.

The footsteps of several people echoed in the empty corridor, but for some reason, Chen Mo just felt extra restless, as if something was always peeking behind him, which made his hair stand on end.

Chen Mo stood still, frowning and looking around.

His eyes froze in the corner of the corridor.

Strange.

Was there… a mirror before?

The blurry mirror reflected Chen Mo's figure, and the red light above his head dimmed. Chen Mo couldn't help feeling a strong sense of crisis in his heart, and he stepped back slowly—

However, it was too late.

A pair of paper arms protruded from the mirror, grabbed Chen Mo's ankles tightly, and then dragged him into the mirror!!

No——

Chen Mo's pupils constricted, but his whole body lost strength in an instant, and he could only be dragged into the mirror abruptly!

A feeling of dizziness struck.

When he opened his eyes again, Chen Mo found that he had fallen into a space that looked very similar to the outside but was actually different. The corridors not far away were tangled with each other. In the darkness, there were countless paper figurines standing upright in the room, looking straight at him with their pale, smiling faces.

Not far away, there stood two other anchors.

They also looked equally bewildered.

Chen Mo stood up, and before he could say anything, he heard an old voice from above his head: "Congratulations on getting the opportunity to return to the embrace of the Bodhisattva. You voluntarily sacrificed your faith and life. The Bodhisattva will definitely be grateful for your devotion and dedication."

"..."

Chen Mo was startled and recognized that it was Granny Wen's voice.

"Wait! What do you mean?!" An anchor raised his head in panic and screamed in a trembling voice: "What voluntary sacrifice?"

Three pieces of yellow paper appeared in front of several people, and the scarlet… cinnabar writing on them was particularly dazzling.

"No! This is not my handwriting!"

The anchor's eyes widened in disbelief: "This, this is—"

Chen Mo felt his heart being pinched fiercely, and a cold, black lump of iron fell to his stomach. That familiar handwriting pierced his eyeballs like needles, making his internal organs all tangle together.

Yes, this is not his handwriting.

This is…

The handwriting of a teammate.

"Since you didn't do it voluntarily and you also have a strong desire to survive, then the Bodhisattva's benevolence will give you a chance to save yourself." The old voice echoed in their ears.

"Clang."

The sound of cold metal crashing sounded in front of them, and three daggers landed in front of the three anchors at the same time.

"You only have an opportunity."

"Only one person can get it."

The old, heavy metal fell into their palms, reflecting their pale faces.

Drip.

Scarlet liquid dripped on the blade.

This…

Chen Mo was startled and looked up subconsciously.

He didn't know when it started, there was a Bagua mirror hanging above his head, and the scarlet flesh wall was wriggling inside the mirror, and sticky tentacles were slowly protruding out.

Cluck, cluck.

The sound of bones rubbing against each other resounded from a distance, and several mirrors appeared in the darkness from nowhere. Pale monsters stretched out their hands and feet from the mirrors, and the temperature in the air instantly dropped.

That kind of strong, unpretentious, murderous aura struck them instantly, making everyone's hair stand on end.

"We..want to..change the rules..of the game."

A vague, unnatural voice sounded, echoing intermittently: "There is…no need..all of you..to die."

The next second, the familiar system sound rang in their ears.

[Congratulations to the anchor for triggering the scene: Chase battle

Scene countdown: 10:00]

[If the health value reaches zero, the anchor will die, and the live broadcast will end.

If the sanity value returns to zero, the anchor will become part of the instance, and the live broadcast will end.]

[In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is smooth, and don't disconnect!]

What???

It turned out to be a chase battle!

The anchors were scared out of their wits, and they turned around and ran away from those monsters at the fastest speed!

Chen Mo also reacted.

Run!

This was the only solution to a chase battle!

***

"How is it?" Wang Hanyu was pacing in the room, turning his head to look in Granny Wen's direction from time to time: "How long will it take to finish the soul-locking Altar?"

He frowned: "Can't you control the world inside the mirror? Can you speed up the process?"

Granny Wen lowered her eyes, pinching the beads with her wrinkled fingers, muttering something.

"No, I can't."

Hearing the other party's question, she raised her cloudy eyes and looked at Wang Hanyu:

"The mirror is just a passage, a door leading to another world. I can open the passage and drag them in and issue rules for them, but I can't control other things in that world, and I can't interfere with their mutual refining process."

If she could have interfered with this process, there would have been no need to lure the anchors into the mirror in the first place.

"So, we can just wait?" an anchor asked.

"That's right."

Granny Wen lowered her eyes again and continued to recite scriptures.

Although he got the answer, Wang Hanyu still couldn't calm down at all.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the Nightmare app, and stared at the ratio of the numbers of the red and black factions, for fear of missing any change.

The number of black players was still 1, and the number of red players had been reduced to 20.

Minus the two members of the red faction who were left in the corridor, one person should have died in the… fight in the mirror.

The passage of time had become extremely slow, and every minute and every second was suffering.

Wang Hanyu's eyes were sour.

He blinked his dry eyes, and when his vision became clear again, the members of the red faction changed again. This time, the total number was reduced to 19.

In other words, there was only one living person left in that mirror world.

Wang Hanyu heard his heart pounding.

He didn't know whether it was from nervousness or excitement.

According to Granny Wen's explanation, after the other two people were killed, they would generate strong resentment and hatred to make the soul-locking altar gradually perfect. With the formation of the soul-locking altar, the third person would be automatically strangled by resentment.

Soon, the soul-locking altar will be refined. Once this main task is completed, the red side will automatically win, and his stumbling block will disappear accordingly.

Killing two birds with one stone, a huge profit.

But at this moment, for some unknown reason, a pale face appeared in Wang Hanyu's mind without warning.

In the dim corridor, the other party's eye was covered with blood, and he looked over from bottom to top.

His teeth were stained a dazzling red with blood, and he opened and closed his lips, saying:

"The tower is upright."

"Everything about you will start to crumble and disintegrate from the depths, and all the bad things you have done will come back to you."

Wang Hanyu's heartbeat increased involuntarily, and he couldn't help tightening his fingers until his knuckles turned white.

…No way.

How can the follower of that scammer be good at divination? All people with precognitive abilities are from the Oracle. He was just putting on a pose to scare him!

That's all!

While he was thinking wildly, the number on the screen jumped again.

Black side: 1

Red side: 18

The last person died too!

Wang Hanyu jumped up impatiently, and turned to look at Granny Wen: "Has the soul-locking altar been made? "

But unexpectedly, Granny Wen had a rare solemn look on her face.

She stood up tremblingly, staring down at the black pottery jar in front of her. The corners of her wrinkled mouth trembled slightly, and she said in a very low and vicious voice:

"…no. "

It shouldn't be.

***

The scarlet flesh wall squirmed, devouring everything.

Chen Mo's body could no longer move.

His face was pale, half of his feet sank into the flesh wall, and he sat paralyzed in the corner. He stretched out his blood-stained pale fingers, slowly took out a cigarette, and bit it tremblingly with his teeth.

The scarlet chains lay in front of him, barely blocking the tentacles protruding toward him.

"Cluck." The sound of bone friction sounded from not far away.

There were three minutes left before the end of the chase, but Chen Mo knew that he couldn't last so long.

He looked up at the bars above his head.

Although there were more than 30% of the health left, the SAN value had dropped to single digits, and it was still falling at a rapid pace.

There was no doubt that he would die.

With the rapid decline of san value, double images began to appear in front of his eyes. Everything became distorted and weird, evil whispers rang in his ears, and his soul trembled in this indescribable fear, almost on the verge of madness.

The sound of wet creeping echoed in his ears.

It was as if he was trapped in the stomach of a monster, his body and limbs were dissolved by stomach acid, and he could only watch helplessly as his mind and body were digested together.

Chen Mo forced a smile and subconsciously clenched the cigarette butt.

Pity he didn't bring a lighter.

The invisible fear took root deep in his heart, trying to break through the skin and grow branches.

He wanted to scream, to tremble, to run away, to reach out and scratch his skin, to pull out his alienated internal organs from the depths of his body and throw them on the ground.

"Tap tap tap".

In a distorted hallucination, the sound of steady and calm footsteps approached.

[San value: 1%]

The scarlet tentacles under his feet moved slowly, gradually leaving Chen Mo's body.

"…?"

What…what's going on…?

What's happening…

What?

Chen Mo raised his head in a daze and bewilderment. He had lost his ability to think clearly, so he could only raise his face dully and look in the direction where the voice came from.

In the grotesque and terrifying scene, a slender figure stood out.

His figure was like a sharp blade, splitting the blood and darkness, wedged straight into the line of sight, bringing a feeling of almost burning pain.

The young man's upper body was naked, his fair skin seemed to glow in the darkness, and his whole body was shrouded in an indescribable pale divinity.

It was as if some kind of holy existence that did not belong to this world had descended into this filthy world without warning.

In the bloody chaos behind him, his smiling amber eyes were very out of place, and there was a kind of shocking visual impact that made people almost cry.

"Do you want to live?"

Chen Mo held his breath involuntarily, his pupils constricted slightly.

As a human anchor, you couldn't change the faction.

Only ghosts could become believers of God the Father. Therefore, even though he was the leader of the evil cult, Wen Jianyan couldn't preach and increase his congregation.

However, when the anchor's SAN value drops to a certain level, he will be assimilated by the instance.

The young man wearing the scarlet halo smiled lightly, and his voice was soft and enticing.

Like a pious priest preaching to believers, and like a savior bestowing blessings on all beings, he stretched out his hand and said softly:

"Then believe in my Lord."

"He who believes will be saved."