You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

Looking at the boundless "sea of ​​heads" before them, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

【Ding! 】

A crisp system notification sounded in everyone's minds.

[You have entered a special scene: Blood Field]

The scene rules are as follows:

1. Walk only along the ridges between the fields; do not trample on the seedlings.

2. When the wind picks up, remain where you are until the wind stops.

[3. You may continue only when the bell rings.]

New rules have emerged.

Everyone looked solemnly at the narrow, winding paddy field ridge that was only wide enough for one person to pass through, which was navigating through a sea of ​​heads.

I want to reach the black Taoist temple standing on the mountaintop on the other side.

They had to cross through this terraced field, which was planted with the heads of tens of thousands of people.

"Let's go."

Lancet was the first to step onto the narrow ridge between the fields.

Fear solves nothing.

To survive, you must follow the rules.

Then, find a way to break the rules.

The experienced driver was the second to follow.

Because he is blind, he has become the most "relaxed" person at this moment.

Out of sight out of mind.

He just needs to follow the person in front of him and watch his step so he doesn't stray off course.

Professor Chen, trembling, also went up.

Brother Long followed closely behind the ghost bride.

The ridges between the fields were narrow and slippery.

On both sides, there were heads within reach.

The group lined up and carefully moved forward step by step.

I was afraid that I might accidentally slip into the "field" next to me.

They walked about seven or eight meters.

Sudden.

"Waaah—"

A cold wind suddenly blew in from the end of the valley.

The wind sounded like the wailing of ghosts.

Rule number two!

When the wind picks up, you must stay where you are!

Everyone immediately froze on the spot, not daring to move.

A cold wind blew, ruffling their clothes and hair.

It also stirred the hair of the people in the fields.

Immediately afterwards, in the field, the thousands upon thousands of heads that had been keeping their eyes closed suddenly opened their eyes in unison in the wind.

Their eyes may be empty and lifeless, or bloodshot, or cloudy, or filled with resentment and malice.

Tens of thousands of eyes and gazes, under the blood-red moonlight, focused on these uninvited guests on the ridge of the field.

That instant.

Brother Long felt his breath catch in his throat.

A mental shock, a mixture of resentment, death, and madness, crashed into his mind like an invisible giant wave.

He began to hallucinate.

He could almost see those heads grinning at him.

Their mouths opened and closed silently, as if calling his name.

"Brother Long..."

"Come join us..."

"Come down..."

"No...it's not real...it's all an illusion..."

Brother Long shook his head frantically, trying to shake the sounds out of his mind.

But the deeper those voices went, the more profound they became.

His body began to sway uncontrollably, and then his foot slipped.

"what!"

He screamed and lost his balance, falling to one side of the paddy field ridge!

But at the same time, the ghost bride grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him back sharply.

Brother Long was pulled back from the brink of falling.

He slumped down on the edge of the field, his back bumping into a cold yet soft embrace.

The ghost bride stood behind Brother Long, one hand tightly gripping his collar, the other gently covering his eyes.

A cool, yin energy flowed into her palm, instantly dispelling the crazy hallucinations and whispers in Brother Long's mind.

"Husband, don't look, don't listen."

Her voice rang in Brother Long's ears.

"I'm here."

Brother Long was panting heavily, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

He grabbed the ghost bride's arm tightly with his other hand.

"Wife... wife..."

But the cold wind continued to blow.

Those severed heads were still staring intently at them.

After an unknown amount of time, the eerie wind finally subsided.

In the fields, tens of thousands of eyes slowly closed as well.

Just then, a clear, ringing bell sound drifted over from the direction of the black Taoist temple atop the distant mountain.

"Ring ring..."

Rule number three.

You may continue only when the bell rings.

Without delay, everyone got up and continued forward.

This time, Brother Long dared not be careless at all. He was practically hanging on the ghost bride, his eyes closed as he was dragged forward.

And so, to the eerie rhythm of "moving when the wind stops and moving when the bell rings," they traversed this boundless terraced field of human heads.

Every step was agonizing.

Every time the wind rises, it is a form of mental torture.

at last.

After countless winds and the ringing of bells, they reached the end of the terraced fields.

Ahead, there was a road paved with black stone steps leading to the top of the mountain.

And at the end of the road.

A magnificent, eerie black Taoist temple, exuding endless death energy, stood silently under the blood-red moonlight.

The plaque of the Taoist temple bears four large characters written in a vigorous, flowing style.

Longevity and long life.

Dixian Temple. We've finally arrived.

Standing at the bottom of the black stone steps, the group looked up at the Taoist temple perched atop the mountain like a giant beast, their feelings a mix of emotions.

"Let's go."

Liu Yedao straightened his mud-covered clothes and stepped onto the stone steps first.

The stone steps are very long, with over a thousand steps.

On both sides are bottomless cliffs.

As the group climbed the steps, the stench of blood and the chilling atmosphere in the air grew stronger with each ascent.

When they finally climbed the last step and stood before the massive gate of the Dixian Temple, everyone was awestruck by the sight before them.

The mountain gate, built of some kind of unknown black giant wood, is over ten meters high and is carved with countless twisted and wailing human faces, ferocious and terrifying.

And on the wide platform in front of the mountain gate.

Two "people" are kneeling.

They wore rusted golden armor and each held a thick bronze mace.

Their bodies were already dried out, like dried bacon.

The skin clung tightly to the bone, giving it a deathly grayish-white appearance.

However, they exuded an aura that was in no way inferior to that of the garden-guarding apothecary.

And so, they knelt before the mountain gate in an extremely devout posture.

One on the left and one on the right, they resemble two eternal door gods.

"This is..." Brother Long swallowed hard, "...the security guard at the gate?"

"No." Professor Chen stared intently at the two mummified corpses.

"This is... the 'kneeling corpse'."