[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

If it wasn't necessary, Yue Lingshan was reluctant to contact that teammate. It wasn't because the other party was difficult to get along with or bullied her. Although that person was cold and didn't like to talk, he would never cause trouble for others as long as he was not provoked.

The reason why I don't want to deal with him is simply because he is too scary.

The man must be a killer, with a pair of deathly grey eyes. When you are fixed by those eyes, it's as if your throat is strangled by an invisible hand. The three scars on his face make him even more cruel and cold.

Now Yue Lingshan was looking into those eyes. Although they had been together for more than four months, she had gotten used to the frequent appearance of evil spirits in front of her, but she was still not used to the chill brought by his gaze.

"Jing Wuming?" Li Xunhuan recognized the young man standing with a sword in the moonlight at a glance, and his tone was a little surprised, because the Jing Wuming he was familiar with was just a teenager. As the right-hand man of Shangguan Jinhong, the leader of the Money Gang, this man's swordsmanship was vicious and sharp. He was only in his early twenties when he killed the Songyang Iron Sword, which ranked fourth on the weapon list. But the Jing Wuming in the live broadcast room now was probably in his thirties or forties.

But it doesn't matter. Even if the people brought into the game are from the same world, they mostly come from different times. He even met a son who was about the same age as himself a while ago, so it is normal to see the 30-year-old Jing Wuming now.

Jing Wuming obviously saw Li Xunhuan as well, but he ignored him and asked Yue Lingshan, "What's the matter?"

Yue Lingshan said: "We are trapped in a ghost wall. We have to get out immediately. There is something going on downstairs. If we go too late, someone might die!"

“Oh.” Jing Wuming replied indifferently without saying anything else. He also seemed to want to close the connection. Yue Lingshan hurriedly said, “Don’t be so careless! Use your skills to teleport us out!”

Jing Wuming immediately looked at Yue Lingshan with a very strange look, and his voice was flat, without any emotion or ups and downs: "Why should I help you?"

"Because we are teammates!"

Jing Wuming didn't say anything, he just stared at Yue Lingshan. Yue Lingshan got goose bumps when he looked at her. She couldn't stand it anymore and begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, I know I was wrong before. I shouldn't have used my skills while you were taking a shower. But I didn't know that ghosts would turn water into blood! Can you help me this time? For the sake of our teammates, and for... the fact that I once cooked for you!"

Forget about that meal!
It’s not that the junior sister’s cooking skills were bad, but they happened to meet a ghost who was good at using illusions. The food on the table suddenly turned into bloody human tissue while they were eating. The stir-fried celery turned into severed ears, fingers and noses. A bowl of sweet dumplings turned into gouged out eyeballs soaked in blood, not to mention the intestines and internal organs. The three of them vomited on the spot, and their vomiting was even worse than Ximen Chuxue under the Tower of Oblivion.

Seeing Jing Wuming's throat rolling up and down, as if he was about to vomit, Yue Lingshan knew that she might have said something wrong, and hurriedly said, "When we get back, I'll use my skills to summon a few more ghosts, and let them massage your shoulders and legs and practice sword skills with you, okay? Or I can go to that hospital again and use my skills. You know, the monsters that appear in that hospital will never be those rubbish on the island."

Jing Wuming actually looked somewhat moved by this condition which might be considered threatening in the eyes of others... Should I say he is worthy of being my teammate?
"Okay." Jing Wuming pondered and said, "I'll help you this time. You guys get ready."

The connection was disconnected after he finished speaking, but in the live broadcast screen, he stretched out his index finger and drew a circle in the air.

Wang Xiaoshi leaned forward and whispered, "What is his skill? Breaking the formation or teleporting?"

Yue Lingshan said: "It is teleportation."

——Random teleportation, focusing on randomness.

People drawn in the circle by Jing Wuming will randomly exchange positions with people ten miles away!
In other words, even Jing Wuming himself didn't know where they would be replaced, let alone which unlucky guy would be replaced. But based on Yue Lingshan's experience, the person who was replaced must be a human, not any other creature, and must be nearby, not too far, nor very close.

It's only ten miles at most. They are all martial artists, and they will run back in less than a cup of tea. As for the people who were replaced in... they are just trapped here for a while. They will be able to get out naturally after the skill time is over. There is no need to worry.

All in all, this is a rare and reliable skill.

——If they weren't teleported into the zombie pile.

The cold wind was as sharp as a knife, the night was long and moonless, and dense swarms of zombies were swarming on the streets. The moment they smelled the breath of living people, they rioted and swarmed over with their skinny and withered claws raised up, which were powerful enough to tear human limbs apart!

Wei Xiaobao was so frightened that his pigtails stood up all of a sudden. A zombie pounced in front of him and grabbed his chest without saying a word!
Fortunately, he was used to wearing the golden armor close to his skin, and his reaction was quick enough. He only felt a pain in his chest, but his skin was not broken. However, he was really scared and screamed and hid behind his teammates.

Wang Lianhua was right in front of him. She was not panicked when she saw so many zombies. Compared with the billions of insect swarms, a few zombies were nothing, and they couldn't fly.

With a loud bang, a strong light pierced the darkness, and dozens of zombies in front could only see a trace of undisturbed flying ash in an instant.

The Thousand-Faced Young Master smiled faintly, his handsome face showing a bit of pride. He had been wearing a ring on his hand, which was a portable laser cannon developed by the Naluo Star Military Academy in the interstellar world. It was a special weapon provided by the military. In fact, its power was not very strong, and its role in dealing with Zerg on the battlefield was even more limited, but it was enough to scare these ignorant ancient people around him.

Listening to the sound of people gasping for air around him, Wang Lianhua looked around and said lazily, "I don't know which unlucky guy was surrounded by so many zombies. It's thanks to us that we replaced him and saved his life."

As he spoke, the laser cannon in his hand blasted in all directions. The dazzling white light was enough to blind people's eyes. In addition, Chu Liuxiang and his men killed the zombies cleanly and efficiently, and the dense swarm of zombies was almost cleared out.

Chu Liuxiang frowned and said, "No." Wang Lianhua looked at him and said, "What's wrong?"

Chu Liuxiang said, "This man probably wasn't surrounded by accident. Looking at the terrain, there is no supermarket nearby and few houses. Why would he come to such a place when it is so empty? Moreover, the streets and alleys here are well connected, so there is no reason for him to be surrounded. So, I think these zombies must have been gathered together by him on purpose."

"Gathered on purpose? Why?"

Li Xun Huan said, "Maybe he is bored? Forget about him, let's go back quickly." He looked at Chu Liu Xiang, "Which way?"

Chu Liuxiang was also observing the terrain. It was too dark and he could only see that there was an office building nearby. It was such a coincidence that he had never been here before.

……

Ximen Chuxue sat on the steps, his face more terrifying than a ghost.

It was with great difficulty that he reconciled himself and freed himself from the awkward mood.

Just treat it as a trial, just treat it as practicing sword skills, he thought so. In the dark, he took great effort to choose an intersection, allowing the zombies to surround him from all sides. When the danger came, he could feel his blood gradually heating up, and an indescribable excitement rose in his heart!
He drew his sword, ready to kill, but just as he aimed the sword at a zombie's head, before he could stab it, he was forced to move!

He was trapped, trapped in this damn stairwell. No matter whether he went up or down, he was always going back and forth in the same place!
As the night deepened, the howling wind blew away the dark clouds that covered the moon, and the moonlight poured down. The stars were sparse, and moonlight came in through the window, bringing in a ray of cool light.

The corridor was very quiet.

"what happened?"

On the other side of the live broadcast, Lu Xiaofeng sat in front of the campfire, his eyes sparkling, with a mischievous smile: "You are too unlucky. They said that this kind of displacement formation is to pull in a random person about ten miles away. They were in a hurry to escape, so they swapped you in."

Lu Xiaofeng paused, the smile in his eyes became more intense: "I only watched a short section, that Miss Yue said that it seemed to need boy's urine to break it open, Ximen, you..."

Ximen Chuxue immediately disconnected.

Even if he died, even if he jumped down from here, he would never do such a shameful thing!
...Wait, why can't I jump out from here? The window is right in front of me! If this is a ghost wall, then the stairs should be the only thing that matters. As long as I leave the stairs, I can escape!

Ximen Chuxue pushed open the window, looked down slightly, then stretched out his body, jumped down, and landed steadily.

The Sword God sneered in his heart, those people really were brainless, there was such a simple method right in front of them, but they chose to use teleportation, how stupid!

Without the limitations of the ghost wall, the scene of the building finally appeared before him in reality.

The lights flickered on and off, and there were constant screams and cries of terror, especially on the first floor, as if something was sawing wood. The wild and strange laughter mixed with the crying of a baby sounded particularly harsh.

Ximen Chuxue walked in from the main entrance and saw a man standing in the middle of the long corridor on the first floor. He was wearing bright and funny clothes, with strange oil paint on his face and a big red ball on his nose. He was sawing the door with an electric saw in his hand!
The door was already shaky.

The chainsaw man was laughing wildly, and in the dark corridor, his eyes were flashing like ghost lights.

He suddenly turned around. Although he was still a long distance away from Ximen Chuxue, the moment he turned around, he was unexpectedly standing in front of Ximen Chuxue, very close to him.

The exaggerated, upward-curved smiling face painted on him with red paint looked particularly hideous in the darkness. He raised the chainsaw in his hand and chopped it down fiercely!

Ximen Chuxue just watched calmly, the sword still in the scabbard.

But at the moment when the chainsaw fell on his shoulder, the electric teeth suddenly broke into two pieces, and the chainsaw man's neck also suddenly broke into two pieces. His head rolled far away on the ground, and a strange and hideous smile still remained on his face.

Ximen Chuxue's sword was still in the scabbard, as if it had never been unsheathed.

(End of this chapter)