A bizarre resurrection: I, Yang Jian, am bound by a contract with the school beauty!

This player's entire head.

It exploded into a cloud of blood mist on the spot, spraying the surrounding people all over their bodies and faces!

That warm,

The liquid, with its strong, fishy odor, was like a baptism from hell, causing the sanity of all the survivors to completely collapse!

"ah--!"

"Another one dead! His head exploded!"

"A devil! This is a devil!"

"We can't see it at all! We can't beat it! We're going to die! We're all going to die here!"

A desperate scream echoed throughout the passageway.

They didn't even know who the enemy was, or why they were dying.

This unknown.

It brought a fear that was even more extreme than death itself!

however,

It was at this critical moment, when everyone was on the verge of collapse, that things took a turn for the worse.

A cold dish.

A mechanical, emotionless voice suddenly rang in the minds of all the surviving players!

[Urgent intelligence from the real world:]

[Target Name: Staring Ghost]

[The Murder Pattern: Eye Contact Means Death!]

[Response Plan: Immediately close your eyes! Avoid eye contact with any suspicious individuals!]

This is a hint.

Like a thunderclap, it exploded in their minds, which were filled with fear!

Making eye contact is certain death!

So that's how it is!

original……

That's right!

Almost out of the instinct for survival, in the instant they understood the meaning of those words.

All the surviving players, including Bruno, used all their strength to suddenly close their eyes!

We dared not hesitate for even the slightest!

We dare not take any chances!

dark.

Absolute darkness.

When they closed their eyes, the whole world fell into a state of absolute nothingness, where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

time.

It seemed as if it was stretched out infinitely at this moment.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The anticipated third attack did not occur.

The terrifying killing intent that lingered around them, as if it could freeze their souls, seemed to... quietly dissipate as they closed their eyes.

The killing has stopped!

really!

The intelligence is true!

As long as you close your eyes and don't make eye contact with that ghost, you won't trigger its killing rules!

The ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe.

It instantly shattered everyone's psychological defenses.

Some people's legs went weak.

He collapsed directly into the cold, stagnant water.

Some people couldn't help but gasp for breath, as if they were trying to expel all the air from their lungs.

More people.

He wept tears of joy in this darkness.

He survived...

They survived for now!

……

The real world.

Upon seeing this scene, the high-ranking officials from various countries who had previously looked as if they had lost their parents breathed a sigh of relief and slumped into their seats.

"Great...the intelligence worked!"

"Close your eyes and everything will be alright! They've found a way out!"

Inside the Gallic Command Center.

The white-haired general wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, his face showing relief at surviving a disaster.

"Quick! Keep guiding them! Have them keep their eyes closed and use the senses of the ghost tamer to feel their way upwards!"

"As long as they can get back to the island in the middle of the lake, they'll be safe!"

This discovery.

It gave everyone hope.

Although acting blindfolded in a dangerous environment is inherently an extremely dangerous thing.

but,

Compared to the inevitable death the moment one opens their eyes, this is undoubtedly paradise.

With the strange power they had just acquired and were not yet proficient in, they relied on it.

These surviving players.

They could fully perceive the outline of their surroundings, groping along the walls, step by step, escaping this death trap.

In the eerie dungeon.

After a brief moment of relief, Bruno was the first to stand up.

"Don't relax, everyone! We're not out of danger yet!"

His voice was still a little hoarse from nervousness, but it was full of undeniable decisiveness.

"Keep your eyes closed! Everyone! Close your eyes tightly!"

"We are demon tamers, our senses are more reliable than our eyes! Follow me, feel our way up the walls! Let's get out of here!"

Under Bruno's organization.

The dozen or so surviving players, like lambs being herded by a shepherd, formed a bizarre, blind team.

They held hands or put their arms around the person in front of them.

Feeling along the cold, damp rock wall.

Stepping through the ankle-deep, foul-smelling lake water, I carefully climbed upwards, one step at a time.

Footsteps.

The sound of water flowing.

Gasping for breath.

Mixed together, they played a desperate song of escape.

They moved very slowly, and every step was incredibly difficult.

But hope lies ahead.

Just keep going up.

Once they get past this corner, they will be able to get rid of that terrifying "staring ghost" completely!

As long as they can return to the island in the middle of the lake, they can survive!

In everyone's heart.

They all burned with the flame of "survival".

however.

Is what they thought was a way out really a way out?

The terror they thought they had escaped was truly...

Is it really that simple?

Just as this group of blind people was about to turn the corner and completely disappear from the "staring ghost's" perception range,

A terrifying scene has occurred again!

The player at the very back of the group suddenly stiffened without warning!

His companion in front of him.

Sensing something amiss behind him, he instinctively asked, "What's wrong? Hurry up and catch up!"

The player did not answer.

His face.

His face showed an expression of utter terror and struggle.

It was as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat and, more importantly, his will!

A force so tyrannical that he simply couldn't resist it.

It acted on his neck!