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The group of people passed through villages and large grasslands. When the plot didn’t need them to fight, the players got along with each other with a sense of tiredness and peace.
The group soon entered an area that had never been marked on the map given by the organizer. Xia Tian glanced at Bai Jingan and said that he would find someone to ask about the situation. The other party looked back at him and asked him to be careful.
Xia Tian took two quick steps, and raised his chin to a prisoner with a straw in his mouth, as a greeting. They had nodded to each other before, and could be counted to have a friendship at this point in time.
Xia Tian held out his hands towards him. “Xia Tian.”
“Xicheng,” the other party said, shaking his hand.
“Do you know what’s going on?”
“I’m not sure,” Xicheng said, looking at a soldier next to him, “They said they had been serving as soldiers in the castle. The Archduke told them to catch people to sacrifice every day, and if they couldn’t find people, then the soldiers would be sacrificed.”
“Sacrifice?”
“New planner, new hobby.”
“Fuck, previously we needed to grab resources, but now we even have to act,” another prisoner said.
“Who told us to bump into the sacrificial plot Easter Egg?” said his teammate.
“Who doesn’t know what goes on in the arena? The players they fancy will surely bump into it even if the players try to avoid it.”
Several people complained simultaneously about how miserable the journey had been, how many people had died, how ugly it had been, and how narrowly they escaped from death. Later, a player who played the soldier also interjected to talk about how he met a star team in the second round, how he adapted and improvised based on the situation, so-and-so’s gun worked really well… In addition to the final banquet, the players of the Killing Show could only be so harmonious when the plot was in progress.
According to this person, they were acting as “Soldiers Under the Crazy Archduke” who, because of an unsatisfactory life, sacrificed himself to an Evil God, letting evil pollute the entire land, and needed to get power by sacrificing the living.
This kind of evil was like a vortex, with a kind of suction force that would attract outlaws from different eras to this land, so the plot was undoubtedly self-explanatory.
Well, they were already unlucky enough to be the Killing Show players, and and now they were attracted to the Middle Ages by this full-on dramatic spacetime vortex. What a fucking bad luck.
“So,” said Xia Tian, “we can see a castle later?”
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“Gothic style, super big,” another soldier said, “We have been ‘Slaves of the Evil God’ there since we came in. We have to catch people everywhere. If we fail to catch them, we will stay there forever and accept the fucking eternal punishment from the Evil God.”
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This thing was developed within a year, but when you walked in, you still felt that it was particularly creepy, sinister and mysterious, like it was hiding a terrifying ancient monster.
After arriving at the castle, the leader—they called him Doug—dropped his horse and ran off to who knew where, probably to a tavern or something. The whole way, he had looked hungover and lifeless.
Several soldiers took the captives to the dungeon.
Since the castle was gorgeous, one could envision that the dungeon was equally luxurious. After all, it was the area where the story would take place.
The prisoners followed the soldiers through the long corridor. There were torches lit on both sides of the walls, and each torch had an exquisitely carved ghost head at it’s base, the flames giving a ghostly atmosphere to the surroundings.
A group of people walked down the long corridor, and then down the steep stairs. The whole building appeared more and more different compared to the normal world. The corridors and stairs were as close as possible to the style of “walking into hell”, giving people a feeling of hopelessness towards the place they were heading.
Xia Tian smelled that smell from afar, the smell of blood and decay.
He knew the smell, and his every cell felt a slight tremor. This wasn’t a pretentious kind of feeling, and although it didn’t stay for long, it was absolutely very real.
—People had died there. A lot of people.
Soon, the soldiers led them to a circular underground hall.
The place had a ceiling that was almost 20 meters high with no trace of light coming in. It was very deep into the ground. There were huge candle chandeliers hanging above, burning very threateningly, bringing some flickering light to the dark room.
Compared to the state of the hall, the surrounding dungeons appeared much more put together. Some of the captives had already been shut inside the darkness. There were faint traces of blood on the railings, and torture instruments hung on the walls. The entire space was very depressing, with a sense of ancient and cruel history.
Xia Tian glanced at the rectangular altar in the middle of the hall, with characters engraved on it, like some mysterious and evil exotic spell, which should be the result of the art planning team. The blood had dyed the stone black; not just one or two people had died here.
Rather than a dungeon, it was more like a torture chamber.
Nearly a hundred people had been locked up in the surrounding cells, all of whom were unlucky enough to hit the egg. The soldiers found a random one and stuffed them in.
“What’s the situation?” Xia Tian asked a soldier, whom they had gotten to know quite well along the way.
“The kind of situation the organizers like,” the other party said, locking the cell door and sighing, “You’ll have a scene to watch later.”
“A scene?”
“You won’t like it,” another man in the cell said.
Xia Tian turned his head to look at the speaker. He was leaning against the wall of the cell. He looked handsome and had a glib self-confidence. Even in the bloody dungeon, wearing shabby and tattered clothes, he still looked as if he was in a high-profile cocktail party.
There were four or five people in the cell. A guy sitting in the dark was wounded, his shoulder was roughly wrapped in bandages twice, and he was still bleeding.
One seemed to have died earlier. There was a large black-red blood stain on the ground. With just a little bit of light, you could see that there were patterns and symbols carved on the floor. The blood had flowed down the grooves for a short distance, as if written on the floor of hell.
The next thing was the same old story, everyone introduced themselves. The one who acted like a rich boy was called Fusen, a fighter by profession. A guy with dyed silver hair was called Xie Cao, a sniper, and so on and so forth.
If it was a modern theme, the group of people would probably exchange cigarettes and cell phone numbers and so on, but now the exchange was all complaints.
—”What’s the matter with the organizers? Isn’t it okay to just simply fight?” “Making an Easter Egg so fucking grandiose as if there is no place to spend money” and the like.
“The rule of the entertainment industry is to keep coming up with new things,” Fusen said suddenly, “This version looks pretty good at the moment.”
No one paid any attention to him; this topic would be popular at a banquet, but annoying at a time when the people involved were actually experiencing it.
Bai Jingan kept silent, and looked around the cell. At this moment, he suddenly said, “Any ideas on how to escape?”
There was a moment of silence all around, probably no one was expecting him to suddenly speak such a sentence. At last, the sniper named Xie Cao said, “A little bit.”
Bai Jingan nodded and turned his head to indicate that he was listening.
—Later Xia Tian thought, since the Easter egg they entered was in plot mode, of course the organizers couldn’t let a bunch of players wait for death in a dungeon; it was too unsightly. There would definitely be escape routes.
This judgment was correct. In the next three minutes, several people in the cell explained their escape plan to them.
This dungeon was built of stone. The initial group of people had noticed a crack in the stone slab under the straw not long ago. It was quite deep. Someone had leaned their ears to listen and could hear the sound of the water flowing below.
“In other words,” said Fusen, “it’s either an underground river or a sewer.”
He said it with a smile on his face, knowing that he was saying an important line.
A young man next to him unconsciously continued, “We tried to pry open the slab, but it wasn’t easy. This thing was so heavy and we had nothing in our hands—”
He stopped as the sound of soldiers’ footsteps came from outside. The footsteps were very neat and powerful, not like a casual stroll.
The young man shrank, and the whole cell was quiet.
Xia Tian thought that this was probably the ‘You’ll have a scene to watch later’.
The appearance of the Archduke Tianqian was quite scary.
First, the door made a heavy rumbling, and the light of the fire reflected on the ground, making his shadow very huge. It could be seen that he was wearing a thick fur coat. He was walking slowly, like a beast with hunger and bloodthirsty desire.
The few people in the dungeon quickly blocked the floor with straws and stood in front of the crack, acting as if nothing had happened.
The Archduke Tianqian walked into the hall and entered everyone’s field of vision. Xia Tian found that he wasn’t tall, the whole body was wrapped in fur, his face was pale, his features were beautiful, but there was something fanatical in his expression.
“It’s customary for me to say something to the subjects who come to my territory,” he said, his voice hoarse, as if he had been wounded. “Welcome. You will be my eternal inhabitants, a part of my land. Your flesh and blood will feed my castle and my strength. You will be my eternal youth and my subjects under my rule.”
“Does anyone think he is a bit familiar?” Xicheng said from behind.
“It’s Wei Ling,” Fusen said.
“Who?” Xicheng asked.
“Wei Ling, guys,” the other party said.
“That star?” The young man, who had introduced himself as Fang Youtian, said. He was a 16-year-old sniper.
“Clone, or maybe a cyborg, who knows,” Fusen said, “Floating Gold TV has all the portrait extension rights of Wei Ling, so they can do whatever they like with him… You know about the portrait extension rights, right?”
“Depth extension rights; everything related to appearance?” Fang Youtian said weakly.
“I don’t think there’s anyone who doesn’t know that…”
Xie Cao stared at the Archduke who walked in and said, “I think he is crazy. Normal people don’t act like that.”
“The Killing Show likes to be crazy. There are always a few crazy people in the classic scenes,” Fusen said.
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Now that I think about it… This reminds me of a better version of the bow and arrow lady show something game
Yeah Killing Show organizers, if you have so much money to spare, send me some, I’ll make sure to stick until the last chapter! Lol.
I don’t like this guy Fusen, acting like he is a God or something.Thank you for the chapter 😊
Thanks for the chapter ❤️❤️ Can’t wait to see how this plays out.