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While Ji Dong, Ren Jianmo, and the Fan family’s twin siblings were busy planning on how to teach Steward Yan a lesson, the identity of the [Ghost] among the other players had already been passed around thrice.
The one who had been randomly assigned to the identity of the [Ghost] at the beginning was a participant labeled {Fire C}, nicknamed Tu Xingsun.
He was a member of the guild, Compass, accompanied by two other members of the team, one of whom was an old acquaintance who Ji Dong had met before: headhunter Zhao Zhui, who was responsible for recruiting the newcomers.
In fact, in terms of strength and experience, Zhao Zhui and his two companions could be considered veterans of B-level difficulty [Films].
And while playing the ’hide-and-seek’ game at the beginning of the time, their luck was also quite good. Neither person was selected to be the [Ghost], nor did they have conflicts with other participants.
It was a pity that in the third round, Tu Xingsun was announced to be the [Ghost] by the familiar soft and waxy young voice. As a last resort, they could only find a scapegoat as a substitute as soon as possible.
As a headhunter in a large gang with hundreds of people, Zhao Zhui could claim without any pretension, that he could accurately recognize at least 80% to 90% of the faces of the participants in the current batch of F and B Level difficulties.
Therefore, in the first hour of the game, Zhao Zhui did nothing but wear a harlequin mask, mixed in with the monsters, and focused on finding people that he could recognize throughout the mansion while trying to keep an eye on the movements of each participant as much as possible.
After Tu Xingsun became a [Ghost], Zhao Zhui immediately set his sights on Ji Dong who had just returned to the main hall, and made a decisive decision to let his team members take advantage of the chaos to attack him.
Unfortunately, the agility and combat displayed by Ji Xiao’niao far exceeded Zhao Zhui’s expectations, and Tu Xingsun wasn’t even able to touch the target’s clothes and was directly sent flying.
They had no choice but to rush to retreat and come up with another way.
However, two times in a row near the deadline, they still weren’t successful in finding a suitable target, and could only pass the identity among the team members.
The first [Ghost] was passed to the team member with the token {Fire B}, a pretty girl nicknamed, Chao Xi, and then she passed it to Zhao Zhui.
A good two hours had already passed, and the time on the players’ watches was 02:13:16 late at night, a full eleven minutes after the last time they passed their identities.
Zhao Zhui and the two were very anxious.
If they couldn’t find a suitable scapegoat, they would have to start passing it to each other again for a second round.
“It seems that we can only take the risk…”
At 00:15:24, Mo Tiangen heard the voice of a teenager with a soft nasal tone in his ears.
[{Fire A} will pass the identity of the ghost to {Fire C}.]
——This is already the third turn!
Mo Tiangen calculated in his head.
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Since the identity of the [Ghost] fell on the head of the fire group, three times in a row, the group only passed it to each other internally, as if those three people had no intention to trouble the other participants.
And, if he remembered correctly, {Fire A} wass already the second time when the [Ghost], as long as it happened again, that person would be out on the spot.
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Unfortunately, they had to work in pairs. In order not to arouse suspicion, when Mo Tiangen wanted to do something, he had to be very careful not to let his companion notice.
About half an hour ago, a small demon found dripping blood in the garden of the courtyard. It dipped some with its fingers and tasted it. It tasted great, and unexpectedly, it tasted like human blood.
So the demon excitedly reported his discovery to the Steward surnamed Yan.
After learning that there were humans hiding in the mansion, Chief Steward Yan immediately summoned the new head of the guards who had just taken up his post and asked him to lead his men to check the mansion up and down.
Then, in the next hour, Mr. Dagen was openly mingling with a group of demons, “searching” with them for a certain human being hiding in the mansion.
It was not until he was able to walk around the mansion on the basis of “patrolling” that Mo Tiangen truly realized how big the mansion was.
In terms of connected court-suites alone, the mansion contained seven—the four dozen or so guards, when distributed to each court-suite, means that each location will only get a few guards.
Mo Tiangen thought that if there were participants who found a hidden nook to hide, he was afraid that these demons wouldn’t have the ability to find them…
……
As Mr. Dagen walked along the veranda of the fish pond, thinking about how to pass the damn hide and seek game, he suddenly heard a voice belonging to a woman, which was not sharp, but very loud.
An abrupt voice came suddenly, it was almost like a vocal student hanging around the balcony in the early morning, it could make one feel startled.
However, Mo Tiangen did not have time to think about it as the fish pond underneath the veranda conjured a two-meter wave out of nowhere, heading toward him and the demon next to him and slammed them downward.
Both of them were caught off guard and were knocked to the ground by this unexpectedly large wave.
The demon beside him didn’t know if it should be stunned by the wave, but there was a brief moment of silence before a ‘gu dong’ and he instantly rolled into the fish pond.
Before he fell into the pond, Teacher Dagen quickly hung on to the railing with his hands and feet, barely rescuing himself.
It’s just that, the lantern that Mo Tiangen had originally held in his hand had already fallen to the ground, the candle toppled, and was then doused with water.
The covered bridge suddenly became dark, surrounded by shadows, like a city of ghosts.
Mo Tiangen didn’t dare to hesitate, raised his hand to wipe off the water stains on his eyelids, turned over and jumped up, looking around as he tried to find the person who attacked him.
However, in the very next second, an unexpected change suddenly occurred!
At this time, Teacher Dagen was only ten steps away from the exit of the covered bridge.
At the exit of the corridor bridge, two beautifully carved lotus pillars were erected symmetrically on the left and right each. After the light source on the bridge was extinguished by water, the lotus pillar on the left side was illuminated by a lantern in the distance, dragging out a long shadow, which was diagonally reflected at the feet of the Teacher Dagen.
It was this ordinary pillar shadow that abruptly moved.
It seemed like some kind of soft-bodied creature with great vitality, quietly extending, elongating, deforming itself while arching up from the floor and materializing into a long, thin black whip, which suddenly wrapped around Mo Tiangen’s left ankle.
“Waaaaaaaah!!!”
Mr. Dagen only had time to let out a miserable cry before the shadow wrapped around his foot dragged and pulled him violently, sending him flying out of the bridge, and after making a heavy parabola in mid-air, he fell face first into a lawn with a poof.
“Fuck!”
Mo Tiangen was confused by this rapid series of changes, and only knew that he must have encountered an attack from the other player, and had to fight back before they could strike again.
He tried to roll over and leap up, but his hands had just reached the ground when the hard mud beneath his palms suddenly turned into a thin swamp, sinking both of his arms in one go.
“?!”
Immediately afterward, not only his arms but also the ground supporting his knees and feet suddenly became soft and muddy without any warning.
Mo Tiangen’s eyes widened.
Half of his body was sunk into the sudden mud pit, with nowhere to focus, unable to move, except for his head, his arms and legs could not move.
“Hurry up! Do it now immediately!”
He heard someone urging anxiously.
Immediately afterward, a hand came from behind him and pressed solidly on his backbone.
“I caught you!”
Mo Tiangen heard an unfamiliar man’s voice say so.
[{Fire C} passed on the identity of the [Ghost] to {Gold C}.]
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“Ah!”
When he heard the new prompt, Ji Dong let out a low shriek.
He immediately looked down at his watch.
The time displayed on it was 02:25:32.
“Did you hear that?”
Ji Dong turned his head to look at Ren Jianmo, the look of worry on his face could not have been more obvious.
“Mm.”
Ren Jianmo responded quietly.
Of course, he knew what Ji Dong was worried about.
But they couldn’t go to Mo Tiangen right now because they were lying at the ambush point that they had chosen long ago, watching from afar as Chief Steward Yan, with his four bodyguard-like followers, walked in the direction of the backyard Tongtian Pavilion.
Just now, Ji Dong, Ren Jianmo, and the Fan siblings had been tossing and turning all over the mansion, leaving many traces of “humans” coming and going as they pleased, and finally, after burning down several inverted rooms in the side yard, they had ultimately forced Chief Steward Yan to become so annoyed that he decided to personally report to King Wutongshen about the strange situation at the banquet tonight.
“You have to trust Mo Tiangen.”
Ren Jianmo looked at Ji Dong’s face with a somber expression and lowered his voice to comfort him.
Ji Dong pursed his lips tightly and nodded, indicating that he understood.
“We’re almost there.”
Ji Xiao’niao refocused his attention on Chief Steward Yan who was getting closer and closer, and said in a whispered voice, “I don’t know if the Fan siblings are ready yet.”
Ren Jianmo hooked up the corners of his lips and smiled gently.
Instead of answering Ji Dong’s question, he fished out a palm-sized trinket from his arms and stuffed it into Ji Dong’s hand.
Ji Dong: “???”
He looked down and found himself holding a peculiar, pocket-sized machine. It looked like a miniature version of a pocket-sized gacha machine with the glass cover filled with red and blue beads.
Ji Xiao’niao just wanted to ask what it was, but he saw Ren Jianmo raise his index finger and make a silence gesture.
“Come here, put your hand out.”
Ren Jianmo spread his hand towards him.
Ji Dong, like a well-trained labrador, immediately put his hand over Ren Jianmo’s hand.
Ren Jianmo quickly scratched Ji Dong’s palm with the fingertips of his other hand.
Before he could feel the pain, there was a faint bloodstain on Ji Dong’s palm.
Ren Jianmo instructed him to wipe the blood on his hand onto the strange machine and then turned the knob in the center.
After a series of three soft clicks, a bead rolled out from the exit below the knob.
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Dang! I hope they can all work together
This is nerve wracking!