Thriller Game: Crazy Beauty Abducts Evil God Online

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[Wu San, you're seriously overestimating yourself. With your abilities, how could you possibly harm Sun Meng?]

[I, who was originally serious, burst out laughing after hearing that.]

[Humorous, truly humorous! I never knew Wu San was such a humorous person, hahaha!]

This is hilarious!

Everyone in the room fell silent at this moment, and they all glanced at Wu San in unison with remarkable understanding.

Wu San: "Actually, I..."

"Okay, we understand."

Passerby A interrupted Wu San, saying, "It's unlikely to be a fight between players, because players would be cursed after attacking each other. Although it's unlikely to be the work of ghosts, the result speaks for itself. The only truth is that this is a five-star dungeon, and there might be even more powerful ghosts there."

That's the only possibility left.

"It's getting late, so let's go back to our rooms and get some rest."

Seeing that they couldn't get any other information out of the conversation, Song Miaomiao suggested that everyone return to their respective rooms.

Everyone quickly dispersed.

Nanxi followed Passerby A back to the room.

"What happened?"

The passerby noticed the unusually open window almost instantly, and then keenly realized something: "I see, Sister Nan, what were you preparing when you went back to your room early? Or did you discover something during the day?"

Nanxi briefly recounted what had happened during the day.

When Passerby A saw the blood-stained Buddhist beads, his eyes widened. He carefully checked the room and eventually found another blood-stained piece of cloth under his bed.

That piece of cloth was only the size of a fingernail.

If you don't look closely, you definitely won't notice it.

The two threw the Buddhist prayer beads and the blood-stained strips of cloth out the window, washed up, and lay down on the bed.

The night was quiet.

The next day, everyone was awakened by an unusually ethereal bell ringing.

Nanxi opened the door and saw the fat and thin monks not far from the entrance. On the first day, the fat and thin monks led them to familiarize themselves with the roads and the day's itinerary.

"Dear customers, let's go."

The fat monk held a key in his hand, his smile as usual, seemingly unaware of what was happening in one of the rooms.

Nanxi glanced to the side and saw Passerby A shake his head almost imperceptibly, then look at the room where Sun Meng was.

The meaning is very simple.

That means Sun Meng, who was in the room, has disappeared.

In such a thriller, a lost human being has far too many ways to disappear.

In fact, it's quite unusual that there were still quite a few people left after one night.

Nanxi lowered her eyes.

"elder brother."

At that moment, Xiaohua called out.

The fat monk looked over with a kind smile: "What's wrong?"

Little Flower's tiny face was deathly pale. She pointed tremblingly to the room she had been in the previous night, "That room, inside that room..."

"Hmm?" The fat monk chuckled and said, "My friend, there's nothing in that room. Don't worry, I already checked it today."

There's nothing there?

Last night, a woman clearly died in that room, so why did the monk say there was nothing there?

Just as Xiaohua was about to say something again, for some reason, she suddenly thought of the fat monk's appearance after sending Xiaoli down the mountain.

That's how it was...

"If everyone is okay with that, let's begin today's itinerary."

The fat monk took the lead.

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The next day was just like those of the monks.

Reciting scriptures, eating.

However, if I had to point it out... there seem to be some differences?

Nanxi raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at a small note in front of her.

It was during my meal that I noticed someone had quietly placed a small note on the back of my clothes as they passed by behind me when I got up.

After I finished eating, I had just stood up when the little note fell to the ground.

"The chanting after lunch is very important. It's not just about thinking of Buddha when you're in pain, but also about chanting the scriptures devoutly after a hearty meal and carefully understanding the meaning behind them."

After leaving those words, the fat monk slowly said, "Therefore, all of you who are here today will chant sutras in this side hall for two hours and are not allowed to leave this side hall."

then.

At this moment, only those who participated in the "meditation" remained in the side hall.

It was at this moment that Nanxi opened the small note she had received and looked at the words on it.

—After lunch, go straight ahead. I have a very important clue for the dungeon behind that willow tree that I want to tell you.

Oh wow.

So you wanted to talk to me alone?

[But the fat monk is telling everyone to stay here, while the little note tells Sister Nan to go out. Isn't that a bit dangerous?]

I feel the same way.

[What if? I find it strange that the fat monk is leaving everyone here.]

Nanxi looked up, her bright, sharp eyes sweeping over the people chanting sutras in the side hall.

Some people yawned, some recited scriptures earnestly, while others were lost in thought, their expressions solemn, seemingly preoccupied with something unknown.

It seems like they weren't the ones who threw the little note at them.

Oh right, I forgot to mention earlier, someone else's head is already right in front of Nanxi.

"What are you looking at? Do you have a clue?"

As expected of the gossip king who could gather so much information, Nanxi only needed to look at the people around her for a while before she keenly noticed something was amiss.

[Your observational skills are good enough to be a secret agent.]

I'm genuinely impressed.

Hahaha, I think this random passerby is quite funny.

"fine."

Nanxi pushed the head in front of her away, then slowly stood up: "I'm going to the bathroom."

soon.

Looking at the passerby behind her, Nanxi added, "Don't follow me."

Passerby A: "..."

This is definitely something they're going to do, but they probably don't want me to keep up!

Otherwise, if it's just a normal trip to the toilet, why can't you keep up with yourself?

Passerby A was furious.

In the end, all she could do was watch Nanxi walk away in great anger.

Just after Nanxi got up, it seemed that others had other purposes and followed Nanxi's excuse to leave.

Passerby A could only watch as the figures in front of him dwindled, then he rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.

The fat monk told everyone not to go out, but he didn't do anything about it.

Just like the note on that little wooden table, is this also just a suggestion?

the other side.

Nanxi slowly walked out the door and followed the route on the note.

At noon, the sunlight shone down from above, casting shadows on the ground in front of us.

And it's not far away.

Several people dressed in very expensive clothes walked in a line, their shadows forming a row on the ground. They all seemed to share a common goal, walking step by step towards the main hall at the back.

These people are not monks; they are clearly people who came in from outside.

But if Nanxi remembers correctly, isn't this Jing Shui Ancient Temple on the island in the middle of the lake?

As she was pondering this, she suddenly sensed a presence gradually approaching from not far behind her.

"Should I make a move?"

The ball in my mind was already itching to get started.

I finally have a chance to show my skills, so it's a good opportunity to get out and relax.

"Need not."

Nanxi quickly shattered her dream. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and, noticing that the person behind her was still advancing recklessly, she turned around. Before anyone could see clearly, a long knife appeared out of thin air in her hand.

"Whoosh!"

"Nanxi?!"

The sound of a long sword slicing through the air rang out together with a joyful shout.

at this time.

Under the blazing sun, a man in a magnificent, tailored suit stood there, his black hair perfectly styled, and a diamond boutonniere adorned the lapel of his suit, accentuating his elegant and captivating aura.

At this time.

A long knife was held to the man's neck, gripped by a black-haired woman. Yet, the man showed no sign of tension whatsoever; not only was his breathing relaxed, but a bright smile even graced his face.

"Nanxi, we meet again."

Nanxi blinked at the man in front of her: "Xi Jin?"