I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

"This can't go on; more people will die!"

Mu Xiao huddled in the corner of the seat, covered her ears, and shouted loudly at Zhao Weilai:

"Something's wrong with them. Normal fear wouldn't drive someone this crazy! Something must be influencing them!"

Zhao Weilai's gaze swept over the frenzied players, trying to find something amiss.

Just then, Weng Yang suddenly pointed at Jin Ming, who had been knocked unconscious by Zhao Weilai:

"NIO! Look at his ear, there's something on it!"

Zhao Weilai immediately looked over.

There was a tiny thing clinging to Jinming's right ear.

The thing was only the size of a child's palm, dressed in a bright red outfit, wearing a pointed red hat, and had a long yellow beard.

It looks like a miniature version of a dwarf.

The thing was nestled against Jinming's earlobe, its mouth close to his ear, moving incessantly as if whispering something:

[If they die, you will live.]

[Wake up! They're going to kill you.]

[Can you hear that? The banshee is crying.]

Seemingly sensing Zhao Weilai's gaze, the little monster turned its head, revealing a wrinkled little face.

It bared its tiny, sharp teeth and gave Zhao Weilai a shrill, mischievous laugh.

The voice was thin and shrill, filled with utter malice.

Zhao Weilai immediately identified the culprit.

These little creatures, whispering in people's ears, use malicious and seductive words to amplify the fear and malice in people's hearts, little by little.

"Weng Yang! Father! Everyone be careful! Everyone has a little dwarf on their ear; they're the ones causing this!"

Zhao Weilai shouted loudly, and at the same time rushed forward, reaching out to grab the little dwarf on Jin Ming's ear.

The little dwarf reacted very quickly, letting out a "squeak" as he tried to jump away and run away.

But Zhao Weilai was faster; he clasped his hands together and grabbed it in his palm.

[Sizzle sizzle sizzle! Sizzle sizzle sizzle!]

The little dwarf struggled desperately, his tiny fists pounding against her fingers, and he even opened his mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and bit down hard on her fingertips.

Blood was everywhere, but Zhao Weilai clenched his fists tightly without loosening them, instead turning to observe the other crazed players—

Sure enough, there was a little dwarf perched on each person's ear.

Colorful clothes, pointed hat.

Each one nestled close to a person's ear, whispering incessantly.

No wonder there are always whispers around me.

These little things are what's unusual tonight.

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"It's the dwarves! It's these dwarves playing tricks! Take them off their ears! Then they'll wake up!"

Zhao Weilai loudly reminded the players, clutching the struggling dwarf in her hand, and rushed towards the nearest crazed player.

It was a middle-aged woman, straddling a little girl, her hands gripping the girl's neck, her eyes bloodshot.

On her left ear, there was a little dwarf wearing green clothes and a green hat.

Zhao Weilai ripped the thing off.

The middle-aged woman abruptly stopped moving the moment the dwarf was pulled down.

The crimson in her eyes slowly faded, and her gaze gradually returned to clarity, transforming from empty and crazed.

She looked down at her hand gripping the little girl's neck, then at the little girl's face, which was turning purple from suffocation. She covered her face and took a long breath.

"God! Forgive me!!"

No one answered her.

Zhao Weilai, already clutching the two dwarfs, charged toward his next target.

Weng Yang also realized what was happening.

She immediately looked at a crazed player next to her and, sure enough, saw a little blue-clad dwarf on the other person's ear.

She grabbed his shoulder with one hand and swiftly reached for his ear with the other, pulling the little man who was talking to her away.

The player instantly snapped back to reality, looking around at the chaotic carriage with a blank expression.

The priest also heard Zhao Weilai's shouts.

Taking advantage of his tall stature, he picked off the dwarves one by one—his movements were somewhat rough, and he even tore off strands of hair in the process.

More and more people are realizing this.

The sober players immediately started pulling the little figures off the ears of the people around them.

The dwarfs reacted very quickly; some jumped down immediately upon being spotted and ran down to the ground along the clothes.

When some are caught, they will open their sharp teeth and bite, and they will also curse in a high-pitched voice.

Zhao Weilai was quick and strong; in no time, she had several squeaky, creaking "dwarfs" in her hands.

"Ma'am, I have one too!"

Ravi suddenly appeared out of nowhere, eagerly showing off like he was presenting a treasure: "It just climbed onto my shoulder and almost crawled into my ear!"

Zhao Weilai glanced at him, said nothing, and continued grabbing the rest.

After about ten minutes, the fighting in the carriage finally subsided.

The last little dwarf hiding under the seat was forced out by Weng Yang with the butt of his gun, and Zhao Weilai reached out and grabbed it.

The carriage finally returned to silence.

The place was a mess.

The floor was covered in blood, along with scattered glasses, broken glass, and torn clothes.

Several people lay on the ground, some groaning, others motionless and lifeless.

Everyone had some kind of injury, their faces and clothes were stained with blood, and their eyes were filled with confusion and lingering fear.

It was as if she didn't remember what she had just done.

"God, this isn't me! That damned demon seduced me... I'm not, oh God..."

Someone started crying loudly.

For my actions just now, and for this endless fear.

[Player... has died.]

[Player... has died.]

[Player... has died.]

The death announcements kept going on, popping up every few minutes. Everyone tried to stay away from those around them, their eyes filled with suspicion.

Who knows if they'll pounce again next time?

Zhao Weilai looked down at the little dwarfs in his hand, counted them, and there were eight in total.

Each one is only the size of a palm, and they all look different:

Some wore red pointed hats and had long yellow beards; some wore blue jackets and were draped with red maple leaves; some had miniature honey jars hanging from their waists, and some wore small leather boots.

They were all clutched in Zhao Weilai's hands, and they screamed in unison:

[The banshee is watching you.]

Death may always be with you.

[You will die. You will all die.]

A sharp, shrill sound emanated from the palm of my hand, its content so vicious it sent chills down my spine.

These little creatures look like cute dwarves from fairy tales, but they are extremely evil.

"These things must be what caused the anomaly tonight."

Weng Yang walked over and let out a heavy sigh. "Is it them speaking in my ear, amplifying people's negative emotions?"

"Hmm." Zhao Weilai nodded. "The people whose things were removed just now are all awake. It must have been them."

"What exactly is this?" Mu Xiao leaned closer, while Margaret whispered beside her:

"These are spirits sent by God to test us. I think we should release them."

The survivors were speechless, but no one was willing to expend any more energy arguing with the believer.

Father Collevo walked over, stared at the little people for a long time, and then slowly spoke:

"If I remember correctly, this should be a goblin from Celtic legend."

You can also call it a 'dwarf elf' or 'brown elf'. It is a type of fairy from British mythology.

Legend has it that it enjoys playing pranks and teasing humans.

I don't know much about it; I've only seen similar records in ancient books.

"A fairy?"

Ravi, an Indian man, clutched his head and leaned closer: "Can we kill them? Since we're players, will we get a reward for killing them?"

He found a perfectly intact reptile enclosure from somewhere; it was square and just right for housing dwarves.

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"..."

Zhao Weilai subtly tightened his grip on the little dwarf in his hand and looked at Weng Yang.

Their team had previously discussed trying to get the first kill reward for the next dungeon.

The first kill reward for a dungeon can open your inventory.

Currently, only Zhao Weilai in the Jiangcheng University team has a backpack that can store supplies, which means that if something happens to her, the team could easily be wiped out.

So the team members discussed it and decided to try to get the first kill.

Zhao Weilai had already secured the first kill and unlocked the system inventory, so she decided to give this first kill to Weng Yang.

……

Weng Yang also saw through Zhao Weilai's intention, and decisively picked up a dwarf and smashed it down with the butt of his gun!

[Buzz buzz buzz!]

With a very soft sound, the dwarf's head and body separated instantly, and blue blood flowed down—

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, the evil goblin slowly transformed into a messy ball of horse manure mixed with mud and weeds.

The remaining seven dwarfs in the box instantly let out a unified scream.

[Player Weng Yang achieves first kill in dungeon, reward: 1 five-slot storage backpack, 10 gold ingots]

[Warning: You have acquired a negative status effect: [Dwarven Hostility]. All goblin-type creatures in the instance will prioritize attacking you.]

Weng Yang let out a soft breath.

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