Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 384 The money wasn't wasted
The image suddenly blurred.

The pixels gradually outline an unexpected scene.

The capital city was in chaos and clamor at night, with nine black dragons flying through the night sky, their terrifying pressure filling mortals with dread.

This is what happened that night.

The camera pans across the streets, focusing on the northern part of the city.

The scene suddenly moves forward, crashing into the ground and eventually disappearing underground.

In the slave market, the chaos ignited by the players continues. Countless ragged slaves are rushing towards the exit, and the battles between warriors are fierce.

In a dark alley, Zhou Fan and Cao Hai, along with Lu Sha, temporarily took refuge with the seriously injured Xie Jingming.

Xie Jingming briefly possessed the mental strength of the Seven Sects through external forces, but his methods did not keep up with his cultivation level.

Xie Jingming's ability to escape despite the opponent's supernatural power is truly a testament to his extraordinary luck.

Although the alley is hidden, it's only a matter of time before the people of the slave market find it.

Xie Jingming was sitting cross-legged on the ground, healing himself.

Thanks to his current weakness and diminished aura, he was able to barely control the aura of the Seven Sects.

However, he possesses a power within him that is not his own, which is difficult to control, making treatments much less effective.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, unable to hold it in, and became listless.

Zhou Fan and Cao Hai stood silently in the shadows of the street.

The latter suddenly nodded and handed something to Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

He took a few steps forward, squatted down, and placed his left hand on Xie Jingming's shoulder.

"Uh……"

Xie Jingming suddenly stared in astonishment, a few low syllables escaping his throat, unable to make a sound.

A divination knife pierced his neck, and blood soaked his collar.

"Go in peace," Zhou Fan murmured behind him, his gentle face contorted with excitement. "I'll take your life."

In Wei Miao's eyes, purplish-red clouds rose into the sky above Xie Jingming's head.

Above Zhou Fan's head, there were also clouds rising into the sky, only they were pale red.

However, the purplish-red clouds seemed to be drawn by something, and a small wisp of purple energy separated out and merged into Zhou Fan's clouds.

“That’s destiny.” Wei Miao realized something. “Zhou Fan wants not only Xie Jingming’s life, but also his destiny.”

Xie Jingming was already at his limit, and Zhou Fan's sudden sneak attack was fatal.

His internal energy was in disarray, and the last bit of strength that had sustained him was dissipating.

Betrayed by his longtime "good brother," he became disheartened once again.

Many images flashed through Xie Jingming's mind like a revolving lantern. He smiled bitterly, already powerless to struggle.

"You..." Lu Sha cried out in surprise, but was ambushed by Cao Hai, who pierced her heart with a sword.

He died hastily.

Cao Hai drew his short sword expressionlessly and said to Zhou Fan, "It's a success."

Although Xie Jingming could not turn back, he heard the scream and knew Lu Sha's fate, and his eyes turned red.

His life force was draining away along with his fortune, and his consciousness was becoming somewhat blurred.

Zhou Fan sighed, "I've been by your side for so long, and I've been coveting your position every moment."

"I am a descendant of the Great Xuan Dynasty, I should be the protagonist of destiny!"

He coldly drew his knife, and Xie Jingming fell to the ground, motionless.

The protagonist of the era has been usurped by a supporting character. Cao Hai respectfully said, "You will eventually restore the Great Xuan Dynasty and ascend to the throne!"

Zhou Fan laughed until his body trembled: "Of course... destiny is in my hands."

The two men lit a fire on the corpse and quickly drove away.

The image freezes here.

Wei Miao discerned the message contained in this scene.

Following the previous emperor, the descendants of the Great Xuan Dynasty will usher in a new era.

For players, this means the main storyline.

The curtain call is about to begin!

Consciousness suddenly dropped, returning to the character's body.

Mr. Gray Rabbit stood alone on the side of the stage, under the spotlight.

The player wore a comical tiger mask with the character "王" (king) tattooed on both cheeks, and a yellowish sheepskin coat over a pure white ancient-style robe.

Although the recent dungeons haven't had a proper ending, Wei Miao is still familiar with the process.

The first thing she did when she stepped onto the stage was to look down at the audience.

The puppet boy has become a permanent fixture in the story. He idly wiggles his knuckles and shakes his legs.

Seeing Wei Miao looking at him, he shook his head and nodded slightly.

In the second row, on the third seat from the left, there is a sky-blue double-eared vase with a crimson spider lily inserted inside.

Through the slender, thread-like petals, one can vaguely see a beautiful little person lying in the center of the flower.

Her appearance was alluring, exuding both charm and a sense of danger.

In the fourth row, on the first seat from the right, a 30-centimeter-tall playing card leans against the back of the chair.

The card is a red "J" (Jack of Hearts), and the image is upside down with the center line as the dividing line.

He wore a red crown, had silver-white aristocratic curly hair, wore intricately patterned white-gold decorative armor on his upper body, and held a gauntlet sword with the tip pointing upwards.

In the fifth row, on the second seat from the right, a golden chalice inlaid with a rose-red gemstone stands on the cushion.

The cup is filled with clear liquid, and a dark green python is coiled around the cup, flicking its tongue at the table.

A splendid, luxurious floor-length mirror sat on the back seat. The beautiful woman in the mirror covered the lower half of her face with a pink feather fan, her slender fingers delicate, and a clear smile played in her beautiful eyes.

There were about twenty audience members present. They were human-shaped, object-shaped, and indescribable... Their appearances were all kinds of strange, with only a few familiar faces.

Wei Miao stood respectfully. The curtain had not yet fallen, indicating that she was still waiting for the others to arrive.

She speculated that because the number of players in this instance changes dynamically over time, the number of players taking their final bow is not fixed. Within a certain period, if players complete the task, they will gather at one table to take their final bow.

To everyone's surprise, the puppet boy snapped his fingers the next second.

A scarlet curtain fell.

Wei Miao was plunged into familiar darkness.

A second later, the light slowly came on.

The scene before her eyes made Wei Miao momentarily doubt whether the system's transmission had malfunctioned.

She was in a small banquet hall.

Several magnificent crystal chandeliers hung from the white ceiling of the banquet hall, their light shimmering. The floor tiles had unusual patterns, each one unique.

There were no doors or windows on the white walls around the room. In the center of the hall, two long tables were neatly arranged. On the deep purple tablecloths stood all kinds of cups, including goblets, carin glasses, brandy glasses, ordinary plastic cups, and paper cups. The drinks inside were also colorful and hard to identify.

Soothing and cheerful music echoed in the banquet hall.

At this moment, besides her and the player from before, there were already more than a dozen other figures moving around in the arena.

The player next to her jokingly remarked, "Did Masquerade finally agree to modify the model for the curtain call scene? The money spent wasn't wasted..."