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The stars next to the blood moon are arranged in a strange pattern, like fireflies, although small but bright and visible, the figures appear quietly above the stars in the moonlight, the world seems to be unable to bear them, trembling and making a fragile whimper.

The calm sea in the southern district turned up the sky and the waves, imprinted with the flash of lightning and thunder, and the towering giant pillars carved with prayers pierced the sea surface. From a distance, it looked like a giant city made of stone pillars. Like an island, every prayer is like a living viper, surging with an evil and ominous aura.

Countless huge tentacles rolled up from the sea, followed by a semi-illusory octopus head that smashed the stormy waves and walked from the stone pillar. Following him, a body like a mountain with wings covered with mucus was revealed, and the world reverberated. The chant is louder.

In contrast, a star in the central area lit up with a strange black brilliance, and an illusory figure in yellow clothes appeared on the gorgeous theater, facing him from a distance.

Mo Wei and the others grew their mouths. Before they could recover from the terrifying sight in front of them, they heard someone screaming uncontrollably behind them. Behind the mountains in the Eastern District stood a barren and steep black mountain range, rolling up and down. The mountains are like serrated fangs, revealing a face that even the fog can't cover, ancient, crazy and ugly.

The squirming rustling sound came from the west, and the barren and dead desert in the west area suddenly had the breath of life, a pair of green eyes opened quietly like the sun, and the lightning once again tore apart the fog briefly, revealing for the player. The true face of the owner of these eyes.

It was a giant snake like a mountain. The fine scales on its body reflected the starlight in the sky, and beneath him was a group of snakes like a torrent, pouring into Jingling City like a flood gate.

The heavy breathing sounded again, as if inhaling and exhaling. The fog swept in and became much thinner. Looking in the direction where the fog returned, countless players slumped to the ground weakly. Unseen scene.

On the black plain in the North District, there was a black fog that covered the sky and the sun. It kept rolling and festering, and when it gathered together, it formed one after another ugly body organs, mouthparts dripping with mucus, and sticky tentacles, like sheep's hooves. Twisted short legs.

Phew.

With the sound of exhalation, the fog thickened again, and countless distorted and ugly figures that were indescribable in lack of words walked out of the black fog. They walked indifferently, bringing endless pain and despair.

The endless screams and mourning in Jingling City constitute the most poignant and despairing movement, and become the best chords chanted and sung in the mouths of these old gods.

Although a light curtain lit up in Jingling City to keep the old gods out, their relatives poured in and attacked the gathered players without hesitation.

"Run! Run back to the community!" I don't know which player was the first to come back to his senses and let out a scream, instantly driving many players who were still sluggish, scrambling to scatter their feet and run back to the original path. The messy team is even more messed up at this time.

But it is easy to come, and it is not so simple to go back. Many players did not die in the hands of monsters, but at the feet of the players, because many players who joined in the fun had never played Horror Dreamland at all, only received the Silver Star Award winner and The name of the large horror dream attracted people who ran in.

Psychological endurance is not so strong at all, and looking at the **** picture scroll that looks like the end of natural disasters, I can't lift up any strength at all.

"Let's inform the squad leaders! Don't run! Don't mess up! Bring these monsters to the Umbrella Company!" Mo Wei tried to reactivate her command, but the players who were in a panic couldn't listen to her words. , even the few who could hear it protested.

"Don't run? I don't run because I'm a fool!"

Valley Hell

"I can't die! I have all the props and money with me. This is the result of months of hard work!"

"Don't step on it! Fuck! Who will step on my descendants..."

"Qin old thief is too ruthless!? This is completely no way to survive!"

"The Yabi Butterfly Library Contest!"

"Xiba! What a mess..."

"HELP! HELP!" It is said that the potential of human beings in the face of death is endless. The player shouted and found that no one cared about him, but he was able to learn another language without a teacher, "Help! Help! !"

......

"What should I do? I can't control the team at all!" A tall, thin man who looked like he was malnourished pushed aside the crowd and rushed in front of Mo Wei anxiously: "Should we also go back? It seems that old thief Qin Be prepared."

Mo Wei only met this man not long ago. He is Dong Han, the owner of the Four Seasons Studio. The house he bid for made him a fortune after the launch of the large-scale dreamland, so he simply pulled the backbone of the entire studio into the middle preparation. Open up wasteland for gold.

"You can't go back now! Look at those monsters!" Yu Lu, who was standing next to him, had an aperture shattered. This is a symbol of being protected by props after being attacked by evil spirits. Now there are not only monsters, but Jingling The evil spirits in the city also took advantage of the chaos.

Looking back, several people found that most of the monsters were attracted by the players who ran back and chased them, because the players who escaped the same way accounted for the vast majority, and the target was naturally the biggest.

"We were originally at the forefront of the team, but now we will be at the back when we run back. Instead, we will become the most hunted target, so it is better to distract the players who are running away. We command the team that can still obey orders to continue to attack Qin. Old thief, even if you die, you can die with dignity."

"It makes sense, I'll send a message." Mo Wei directly sent a message to all players in the group, so that all players who could still see the message at this time could follow their pace.

200,000 players! Even if most of them were scared and fled in a hurry, there are only a small number of people who can stay sane, but this number is not small, and in this case, they want to continue to approach the umbrella company. I guess they are all with Qin Lao. Thieves have some kind of deep hatred.

More and more players came together, and in a short period of time, they gathered into a team of thousands of people. Listening to the screams and chewing sounds behind them, they dared not turn back, fearing that the scene of the stumps and broken arms flying behind them would directly make the players go away. Their minds are broken.

Fortunately, most of the monsters were attracted by the withdrawing player team, and they were only attacked by sporadic monsters, so they were not powerless to fight back.

Stumbled all the way and finally came to the door of the Umbrella Company. The surviving players looked at the small house exposed on the ground and felt their teeth itch with hatred. Even if they died today, they would drag the old thief Qin into hell.