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

"Run!"

Lu Zhixing shouted hurriedly, but it was too late.

The hand that grabbed the experienced driver's ankle had unimaginable strength.

The experienced driver kicked the pale, swollen arm with his other foot, making muffled "thump" sounds, as if kicking a waterlogged tire had no effect.

In a panic, he pulled out the fake black donkey hoof he had picked up and slammed it down on the hand.

"Snapped!"

The black donkey hoof struck the back of my hand, only causing a slight indentation in the swollen skin, which returned to its original state in the next second.

The experienced driver was dragged towards the pickling vat, which was less than half a meter in diameter.

"No! No—!"

The experienced driver let out a desperate scream.

Lu Zhixing was eager to rush over and help.

But the moment he lifted his foot, a strong feeling of dizziness rushed to his brain.

Everything in front of me began to distort and spin.

The faces of the directionally challenged person and the two surviving players around him instantly transformed into faceless paper figures, and their body outlines became simple bamboo skeletons.

[Warning: Your sanity is below 70. The negative effect of the Mysterious Ink Silk Robe, "Death Hint," has been activated.]

You will gradually develop the psychological suggestion that "I am already a dead person," and experience visual and auditory hallucinations.

"Am I... also dead?"

A cold voice echoed in Lu Zhixing's mind.

His movements faltered, and the urge to save the person strangely subsided.

Yes.

Why would a dead person save another dead person?

It was this brief delay that dragged the experienced driver to the cylinder head.

But that opening was simply not big enough to fit an adult man inside.

With a loud "crack," the experienced driver's legs were snapped at an odd angle by a brute force and stuck back against his back.

The excruciating pain caused his face to turn a deep liver color instantly, and his eyeballs bulged out.

Then, like a doll being forcibly folded, he was slowly stuffed into the narrow opening of the jar.

In the live stream, all the viewers were stunned.

They had seen bloodshed and monsters, but never such a cold and ruthless way of handling things.

Just as the experienced driver had most of his body inside, another face suddenly popped out of the tank.

It was a face swollen from being soaked in salt water, its skin turning a strange purplish-brown.

The facial features were squeezed together, making it impossible to recognize a human form.

It grinned at Lu Zhixing and the others outside the tank, revealing a strange smile covered in black dental plaque.

Then it shrank back.

"Bang!"

The stone slab cover closed automatically.

"Crunch... crunch... click..."

From inside the vat, came a series of muffled sounds, like bones being crushed inch by inch and viscous liquid being vigorously stirred.

It's as if there's an invisible juicer inside, crushing and mixing a living person along with their bones and internal organs, and curing them into the specialty of Sea Fog Town—salted meat.

To prevent the corpses from rotting under the corrosive influence of the sea monsters, the living people were preserved with coarse salt and corpse oil.

In this way, they can "live forever" in this town in another form.

【Holy shit…】

I threw up... I really threw up...

What the hell is this thing?! Is the game designer out of their mind?!

[The veteran driver... just like that, gone? Not even a complete body?]

"run!"

Lu Zhixing bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain pulling him out of the bizarre state of "I am already dead".

He grabbed the directionally challenged man who was already terrified and gave the remaining people his final instructions.

At this moment, there is no time for sadness or fear.

Because, as the veteran driver has been "marinated".

The entire long street.

The hundreds of pickling jars that had been shaking violently before fell completely silent at this moment.

But just two seconds later, the lid of the nearest pickling jar suddenly exploded.

A twisted humanoid figure covered in glistening salt crystals and a dark red, unidentified sauce crawled out from inside.

It has no eyes, no nose, only a mouth that stretches to its ears.

Its limbs were braced against the ground in a reverse joint position, like a giant spider.

After it climbed out of the tank, it twitched blankly for a moment, and then its big mouth suddenly turned towards Lu Zhixing and the others.

It smelled the yang energy of a living person.

"Hiss—ha—" it hissed.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It was as if they had received a signal for a general offensive.

Along the entire street, all the lids of the pickling jars exploded, and one after another, "salted meat" crawled out of the jars.

Some of them still retain a human shape, while others are twisted beyond recognition, with several arms and legs haphazardly pieced together.

They crawled out of the jar, climbed up the walls, and climbed onto the roof.

It was densely packed from all directions.

The whole world has become a nightmare made up of twisted limbs and sticky salt blocks.

They have no sight, but they are extremely sensitive to sound and yang energy.

"Quick! Run to the paper offering shop! Don't stop!"

Despite the dizziness and hallucinations surging through his brain, Lu Zhixing roared out the command.

If we stop now, we'll end up like the old driver.

No, it will be even worse.

They will be torn to pieces by these hundreds of monsters.

Without saying a word, the raging dragon brother was picked up by the ghost bride next to him and tucked under his arm.

The ghost bride lightly touched the ground with her toes, her figure darting out like a ghost, her red wedding dress leaving a bloody line in the gray mist.

The malevolent aura emanating from her instilled fear in those lowly "salted meat" creatures, making them hesitant to approach her.

Lu Zhixing followed closely behind, carrying the trembling little water ghost girl in his arms.

The remaining directionally challenged players and the two surviving players scrambled to catch up at the back.

The viscous green liquid reached above their ankles, making each step feel like walking through a swamp, heavy and difficult.

The roars and crawling sounds of the "salted meat" army behind them were like maggots clinging to bones, relentlessly pursuing them.

They were incredibly fast, using all four limbs to move effortlessly across the slippery walls and ground, quickly closing the distance.

The debuff effect of "Dampness Entering the Body" was fully manifested at this moment.

The two ordinary players who were running at the back were consuming stamina at a rate far exceeding the normal rate.

Their pace slowed further and further, their breathing like that of a broken bellows.

"Wait...wait for me! I can't run anymore!"

One of the players let out a desperate wail.

His voice was like a beacon in the darkness, instantly attracting the attention of all the "salted meat" enthusiasts.

The few "salted meats" closest to him suddenly turned around and pounced on him from the wall like predatory lizards.

"ah--!"

The screams abruptly stopped.

The player was instantly overwhelmed by several monsters.

The sounds of tearing, gnawing, and bones being chewed together were chilling.

Another surviving player witnessed his companion's tragic fate and was terrified.

His legs gave way and he fell directly into the viscous liquid.

His survival instinct made him crawl forward on his hands and feet, uttering unintelligible whimpers.

But it's too late.

More "salted meat" surged up, completely covering him.

In less than a second, all that remained in that area was the sound of chewing and a surging dark red.

In the live stream, countless viewers watched with bated breath.

Too fast! They died way too quickly!

Is this what happens to ordinary players? They can't even last long enough to be cannon fodder...

[What's going on with Brother Long? Holy crap! This is VIP treatment!]