Rules of the Strange: I Can See Through All the Weird

Everyone ate together, and then everyone went to bed early to prepare for tomorrow's sacrificial ceremony.

Knowing that none of the seven players could be missing tomorrow and that the dungeon wouldn't harm them, the players all slept soundly.

Tan Yi is the one who has reaped the greatest benefits.

Even getting into the house required Zhou Nan and Li Jianren to carry him in.

The next morning, the sound of firecrackers crackling and popping rang out.

The village chief led a group of villagers on a tour of the village.

All that remained in its wake were the fragments of firecrackers.

"The Mermaid God appears—the world changes—"

The villagers set off firecrackers and shouted.

Loud voices rang out, making this perhaps the liveliest moment in the village.

The players were awakened by the noise, and they pulled the bewildered Tan Yi along, immediately getting up and following the villagers.

When we got to the statue, it was already surrounded by several layers of villagers.

Players weaved through the crowds until a large table was placed in front of the statue.

Wine, dishes, and fruit were laid out on top.

The heads of the three sacrificial animals were neatly arranged on top, along with several live fish that struggled briefly in the plate before dying.

In the center was a large, dark-colored vat, surrounded by white candles.

Qi Tong immediately spotted Qian Yu, who was dressed strangely.

Unlike the honest villager attire of the previous two days, Qian Yu was dressed in a black and red robe, with a tall hat on his head and divine boots on his feet.

The bronze mirror hanging on his shoulder gleamed.

At this moment, he was standing on the altar, dancing and chanting incomprehensible lyrics.

He looks just like an ancient high priest.

"Woo..." He let out a low, soul-stirring roar.

Then he began to dance, pulling out a rattle from somewhere and shaking it vigorously.

"With souls as the catalyst, and blood sacrificed for all living beings, through the offerings of the masses, we summon the true god!"

As he spoke, he picked up a small knife, cut his wrist, and let the blood drip into the dark vat.

The surrounding villagers also began to step forward and do the same.

The faster and louder the bell rang, the more villagers stepped forward to cut their hands.

Even the players' consciousness was somewhat unclear. Zhao Jiayou's eyes were empty, and he actually wanted to step forward.

Qi Tong grabbed him and pressed him down. He seemed not to feel it. His upper body was held down, but his lower body was still trying to move forward.

The ringing of the bell echoed in my mind, making me feel irritable and restless.

I don't know when, but all the villagers had already donated blood.

Blood was sloshing inside the dark vat.

Qi Tong looked in the direction of the bell and saw Qian Yu standing there shaking the bell, looking at Qi Tong with a provocative smile on his face.

It's as if it's saying: So what if you know it's me?

Seeing that Li Jianren was also about to move forward, Qi Tong kicked him back to where he was.

As if he felt no pain, Lee Kin-yan stood up and continued walking.

Next up are Zhou Peipei and He Lu.

Qi Tong tried to stop them, but a person only has two hands. She grabbed Zhao Jiayou and Li Jianren, and then she had no more hands to hold on to.

Qian Yu seemed impatient and shouted, "The Land of the Other Shore, why aren't you returning yet?"

As if possessed, the players walked step by step toward the dark vat.

Just as Zhao Jiayou picked up the knife.

"Ring ring ring..."

A different sound came from the bell that Qian Yu was ringing.

Qian Yu glared at her angrily, then stared dumbfounded as Qi Tong walked towards him, waving the bell in her hand.

Like someone who doesn't have a bell!

The bell that Qi Tong was shaking was one she had casually picked up from the "Midnight Library" and hung on the door.

The sound of bells mingled with other noises, as if the players had been suddenly awakened.

Zhao Jiayou looked at the knife in his hand; it was just a hair's breadth away from cutting his hand.

The knife fell to the table with a clang.

Looking at the bloodstains on the knife, Zhao Jiayou couldn't help but feel a wave of fear.

It's no big deal for a grown man to bleed a little, but countless people have had this procedure done. What if he gets infected with some kind of disease?

"How did I get here!" Li Jianren screamed.

The villagers also realized what was happening, and cries of pain rose and fell.

"Tsk..." "Ouch..." "That hurts!"

Qi Tong walked to the altar and saw that Qian Yu still had a provocative look on his face. She directly pressed Qian Yu's head into a large vat full of blood.

The pungent smell of blood hit you, and some of it even got into your mouth.

Qian Yu struggled incessantly, and Qi Tong would occasionally loosen her grip a little, giving him a moment to breathe.

When the villagers came to their senses and saw their high priest being treated this way, they began to rebel.

The players, as if by unspoken agreement, stopped the villagers, allowing Qi Tong to do as she pleased.

When Qian Yu looked up again, Qi Tong leaned close to his ear and whispered, "What did you wish for?"

Qian Yu's eyes were also stained red with blood, and his entire face was covered in blood, making him look like a blood-soaked figure.

He turned his head and glared fiercely at Qi Tong.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qi Tong asked out her guess.

"To resurrect your father?"

The man's pupils contracted sharply, followed by a contemptuous smile.

He suddenly grabbed the knife from the altar and stabbed it at Qi Tong.

Qi Tong quickly retreated to dodge, but he still managed to tear the fabric on his arm.

Qi Tong glanced down and thankfully, the shirt was loose and hadn't scratched her skin.

Qian Yu held a knife in one hand and made a claw shape with the other, his stance firmly planted on the ground.

This person is clearly not in the same social class as Tan Yi.

Without giving Qi Tong time to think, he launched a swift attack.

Every move he made was ruthless, and his eyes held an undisguised murderous intent.

Every slash, every punch, was aimed at taking Qi Tong's life.

Qi Tong retreated step by step, circling around, without even a chance to fight back, until she finally hid near the player.

Li Jianren, who was still trying to stop the villagers, saw this scene and lowered his eyes in deep thought.

He abruptly released the villagers, pulled out the blood-stained broadsword from his spatial storage, and slashed at Qi Tong, who was approaching on horseback.

"Li Jianren! What are you doing!" Zhao Jiayou turned his head and shouted loudly.

Upon hearing this, He Lu's gaze fell upon Li Jianren, and she saw that Li Jianren's target was clearly not Qian Yu, who was chasing after Qi Tong, but Qi Tong herself!

He Lu screamed at the top of her lungs, "Watch out!"

Zhou Nan also looked back anxiously.

But he can't let go; the villagers he's currently blocking are the same ones that Li Jianren initially blocked.

So he shouted at the villagers, "Don't move! Qian Yu wants you dead!"

"We are saving this village!"

But not a single villager believed him; they were all desperately pushing forward.

The players barely managed to hold off the villagers by using their own bodies and items.

Even Tan Yi was giving it his all, desperately trying to stop them despite his still swollen face.

Sensing a chilling glint behind her, Qi Tong used Love Bubble to teleport three meters behind Qian Yu.

Qian Yu quickly noticed and turned around, his gaze fixed on Qi Tong.

Lee Kin-yan stood beside him, holding a large machete, his face shifting from its usual feigned liveliness to a gloomy expression.

Qi Tong chuckled and looked directly at them.

"Kenren...you finally couldn't hold back anymore."