Chapter 43
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Having the Same Name as the Demon Lord of the Abyss
The grandmaster’s male disciple came to Ye Zun in a flustered hurry and said, “We haven’t heard from Shimei and Shifu for so long, I’m very worried and want to see them. Chen Qianqian and them said it’s best if I get you guys to come with me, so no one’s alone.”
Ye Zun nodded. “She’s right, it’s best to act together in groups of three or two people at this time. We’ll go with you.”
He looked at Ye Zi seriously and instructed, “You must stay by my side.”
Ye Zi’s reaction was a little slow, and the bright and lustrous eyes watched him in a neverending stare, but he nodded after a while. “Oh.”
He was probably actually very scared ba.
Ye Zun sighed inwardly and took the initiative to pull him along, then said to the male disciple, “Let’s go ba.”
The master retreated to a location not too far away, just next to the leisure area. It took a small detour to reach the place.
The designer of the villa probably hoped that the two parties would not affect each other.
The male disciple walked to the door and knocked cautiously. “Shifu, Shifu, are you there? It’s me.”
A voice came through the door. “Come in ba.”
Male disciple let out the breath he had been holding, then opened the door. He glanced at Ye Zun before walking in first.
The interior was originally designed to look like a meditation room, but it was rearranged for the soul-calling ceremony that was to be performed at night.
All extra furniture was taken away, and all kinds of paper partitions were made into an array. Walking in was like stumbling into a small labyrinth.
The master was sitting in the tea room at the other end of the array, seemingly brewing tea and burning incense.
The male disciple walked over and said respectfully, “Shifu, something happened on our end just now. I asked Shimei to come back and inform you. Have you seen Shimei?
The master was very calm. “En, your Shimei has already told me.”
The disciple glanced at Ye Zun and the other outside. “What are Shifu’s thoughts?”
The master stroked his white beard, and his black eyes shone brightly. “The murderous aura here is so strong, people have also been influenced by the ghost. The ceremony must start as soon as possible.”
“Then, Shimei…”
“I had her go to make the final preparations.”
Ye Zun stood not far from the door. He said flatly, “The president and his people have killed so many people. Why don’t we hand it over to the police to deal with ba.”
He didn’t really plan on calling the police. By now, it’s too late.
But he still said it to test this person.
The master looked at him calmly. “Young man, there is no harm in looking outside before you make your decision.”
Ye Zun turned back cautiously. While still paying attention to the inside of the building, he pulled Ye Zi and walked back to the window facing the outside, looking into the distance.
Looking down from the second floor of the villa, the sight of the distance was limited, but if one looked closely, there were some clues that could be seen.
Ye Zun frowned slightly. He recalled that there were peach blossoms planted in this community, but were there so many?
At some point in time, the whole villa was seemingly surrounded by peach blossoms from near and far. When he looked carefully, he saw shadows lingering in the depths of the peach forest. He didn’t know if they were from wind chimes hanging on a tree or from some black thing, swaying back and forth.
He tried to turn away from thinking of human heads, but he couldn’t avoid the association.
——It is like the peach blossom forest from the school has come over to surround the villa, and those wind chimes are the heads of dead bodies.
Ye Zun returned to the doorway again, still maintaining a safe distance, and was cautious not to take a step closer.
“The spirit’s aura is too heavy, and your connection with the spirit is too intertwined. A vortex has been formed; people can not exit nor enter. Compared with these living people, it is better to let go of the grievances and deal with these dead spirits first.”
The master’s words were detached; the model exemplar of a man above everyone else.
Was the connection with the evil spirit too intertwined because of the previous two rounds of the test of courage, or because of everyone’s behavior when responding to the ghost’s messages?
But of these two, one was under the guidance of the president, and the other was under the guidance of the master.
Ye Zun frowned. “People can’t get out, that is to say, the president and the people he took are still in this villa?”
The master stopped talking. Once he stopped talking, that rosy face took on a rather serious edge that could scare people. There was no kindness in it.
——This master was also invited by the president. Can I really trust him?
Ye Zun pulled Ye Zi and slowly backed away, trying to stay as far away from that room as possible.
“Master, what exactly is the ceremony you are talking about? The president is not here right now, what are we going to do?”
The master stood in the depths of the room, watching him outside the door from a distance. “See this array? Seven people stand inside, and the spirit’s resentment will be resolved. That is all.”
“How will it be resolved? What will happen if it fails?”
The master watched him with gleaming black eyes. That face of red instilled a faint fear in people.
Ye Zun grasped Ye Zun’s hand tightly and couldn’t hold back the urge to back away. He just felt that the person sitting inside was not some kind of grandmaster at all, but the embodiment of resentment and evil.
The double doors slammed shut.
The male disciple standing beside the master became silent at some point. Who knew if he was dead or alive.
He didn’t know if the boy was with the master inside, or if the innocent had been blinded.
Ye Zun seemed to realise something and began to run back, dragging Ye Zi with him, running all the way back to the lounge door.
The door opened with a push.
A bloody hell opened before his eyes without warning.
The room sprayed with blood was like purgatory on earth.
The tied up perpetrator had his head leaned back on the chair. A blood-red gash in his throat twitched and sprayed blood. His empty eyes were opened, as if he had died slowly over a long time, still thinking about how he came to be that way even before he died.
The other corpse next to him had a head supported by a broken neck. It was unclear just how many times he had been stabbed.
【 You know whose turn is next. 】
Ye Zun’s eyes darkened. Stepped back, grabbing the wall for support.
【 Now, do you want to reconsider your cooperation with me. 】
He saw the sentence written with blood on the ground. The president’s arrogant and meaningful smile appeared in front of him, saying these words to him.
Ye Zun blinked slowly, looking at the two corpses in the room, then looking at the only intact phone on the table, as if it had been left for him.
He walked over and picked up the phone with a broken screen. The screen remained on a shot of a recorded video. He pressed play.
The sound that came out was a little familiar. He had heard it twice, once through the wall, once when he recorded and played it.
——”Has he left? What kind of stimulation did you get this time?”
——”Forget about him. For now, he’s still easy to use, so let’s just listen to him.”
“It’s wrong, the voice is wrong!” A voice suddenly emitted from the phone, seemingly Chen Qianqian’s nervous voice.
Then there was a crashing sound. She was knocked unconscious, falling to the ground.
“Did the president get you to come? Why did you only get here now? Untie us first, that little white face dares to…”
The fury-filled voice became flattering and bewildered “I’m just running my mouth, I know the president is interested in that little white face… You, what are you doing?”
“You…you dare…you…” Spoken in shock and rage.
“No, don’t kill me! I didn’t say anything… I never mentioned you guys…” Spoken in fright and desperation.
There was the sound of a knife stabbing into bone, one after another. Hearing it sent chills down the listener’s spine, bringing about their chattering teeth.
The sound of footsteps approached the phone, seemingly being picked up.
As Ye Zun listened intently to the murder scene in the recording, when the murderer recorded their breathing at close range—
A soft, ice-cold hand was quietly placed on Ye Zun’s neck.
A hoarse and neutral voice appeared behind him, sweetly saying, “Gege, you got the wrong person oh. Does my voice after smoking a cigarette sound like a man?”
Ye Zun turned his head. Under a black hood, the face of a young girl with short hair showed an innocently evil smile. Fingers pressed down on the side of his neck with precision.
Darkness swallowed Ye Zun’s consciousness and perception, and that moment stretched into an extremely slow and long period, as if he was falling, falling into the bottomless abyss and hell, and then lower.
He didn’t know what was below. He just faced the person who brought him down into the abyss.
The walls that blocked his vision collapsed, revealing the veiled and distorted truth.
The voice in the conversation with the president about killing three more people revealed their true face behind the collapsed wall.
It was not the two club staff members in the black T-shirts.
Instead, it was the baby-faced boy and girl who were supposed to be by the master’s side, so low-key that they were completely ignored.
The girl had never said a word in front of them in the past. When they shared the president’s plans in the lounge, she stammered and said, “So, so, not only is there a ghost, but the president and his two men followed behind the ghost and killed six people?”
It wasn’t spoken out of real shock and or with a real stammer, but from her trying her best to hold back her laughter, from the endurance and suppression.
When Chen Qianqian was replaying the recording, she discovered by accident the difference between the voice in the recording and the two people in the room, the comparison leading to her shouting out in horror, “It’s wrong, the voice is wrong! “
She wanted to warn them.
However, it was too late.
They were deliberately led away and separated, then attacked one by one.
The two staff members they caught were not detectives hiding behind the president, acting behind the scenes. They were just ordinary C-option players, scapegoats set up by the president, ready to be pushed out at any time.
From the very beginning, when the president was caught by him, he said to him on purpose, “…so far, six players have died, and only four of us are left. We can work together to clear the level and share the rewards equally.”
From that moment on, that statement deliberately misled and planted a suggestion in his head.
Leading Ye Zun to believe that there were only four players left in the game.
No, maybe even earlier, from the very beginning when they decided to bring the normal people from this world into the Ghost Stories Club, the progress speed of the game was already planned out.
From killing players and passersby indiscriminately, it was all done to design. Deliberately concealing the number of dead players, so that the two real people acting behind the scenes, the orioles, can be perfectly hidden.
Before darkness fell, Ye Zun’s gaze fell on Ye Zi who was leaning against the wall. The young man was in a white shirt, blood dripping from his beautiful long hair, and his serene and beautiful eyes were staring in his direction absentmindedly.
Like the dew gradually evaporating and disappearing in white night once the sun rose.
——If Ye Zi dies, I will not forgive myself.
——I was so scared of becoming a ghost that I gave the real ghost a chance to kill the Good.
The players of the Demon God’s Amusement Park are more terrifying beings than the resentful ghosts in the instances.
He should have known.
……
Ye Zun was knocked unconscious by the female disciple after she pressed the artery on the side of his neck, but the girl did not let him fall into the pool of blood. Instead, she extended her arms and embraced him, like hugging a beloved doll. The act did not appear to be strenuous at all.
The girl smiled sweetly, saying quietly with her hoarse and neutral voice, “Thank you Gege for helping me tie them up, but Gege guessed wrong. It’s not them who want to kill us, but us that want to kill them. When I heard that Gege recorded my voice, I was so nervous that my heart almost jumped out for Gege. But those two idiots, seriously, what gave them the confidence that others would willingly split rewards with idiots?”
Behind her, the baby-faced male disciple stood at the door, with the simple and honest smile on his face disappearing, and said impatiently, “Hurry up, don’t be so boy-crazy, we need to move people over first.”
The girl still had a sweet smile on her face, but the gaze aimed at him instantly pierced him like a ghost, and her hoarse voice grew cold. “This one is mine. Don’t we only need seven? It’ll be fine if we just take the long-haired guy next to you.”
The baby-faced boy* frowned. “The president’s plan is to kill the long-haired one, weren’t you listening?”
[T/N: he’s called Baby/Doll Face, but its annoying to repeat so I’ve just left him as ‘the boy’ from here onwards]
The girl’s face showed only indifference. “What part of killing means leaving someone alive? Isn’t it easier to let the ghost kill?”
There was determination to not let the person go.
The boy looked at Ye Zun’s face with his eyes closed, dissatisfied. “That naughty kid is right. He really is a little white face.”
The girl glared at him fiercely for a moment, and her hoarse voice mocked, “You are Mo Fei’s dog? Whatever he tells you to do, you do. Since you’re an ugly dog, learn to shut your mouth. Your barking annoys me to death. As far as I am concerned, it doesn’t make any difference whether a dog or a human is killed! Mo Fei* shouldn’t mind if there are fewer people to share the rewards with!”
[T/N: the president, if you forgot his name]
The boy was not ugly at all. He could even be considered handsome and cute, but if he was put next to Ye Zun, they were indeed not close to being on the same level.
“You!”
He was about to die of anger. His teeth gritted audibly, his face flushed red, and he cursed countless words in an instant. But the eyes looking at the girl were full of fear, and although he was apoplectic, in the end, he still endured it.
Forget it, normal people can’t reason with psychopaths.
“I get it.”
He rolled up his sleeves and went to find something to move the dazed Ye Zi in the corner of the room to the ceremony site.
The girl ignored him and gently touched Ye Zun’s face with the curled joints of her fingers, not wanting to touch him with the fingers that killed people, the fingers dripping with blood, for fear of dirtying him.
The cold and fierce eyes glossed over with water, innocent and soft, immersed in her own world, gazing upon that face with all her attention. “Gege is so pretty ah, I like it so so so much. I will protect you well. This time, Yaya will protect you. Don’t…leave me by myself ah. I already said, I will always, always love Gege. I love you to death.”
“Is that so? Then you can go and die now.” Softly and slowly, a low and dismal voice spoke.
The author has something to say:
The game never issued the mandatory task for detectives to join the Ghost Stories Club and to partake in the test of courage. Only C-options players are restricted by the task. Therefore, only C-option players need to complete the game’s mandatory test of courage and the task of recording the video.
Therefore, these two people are indeed the ‘blindfolds’ that were pushed out.
This aspect, if Ye Zun had a little more experience in infinite-flow games, he would be able to realise that something was wrong.
It’s not that he’s not smart enough, it’s the deranged batch of players who are too perverted and have no lower limit; they are scattered everywhere. On the opposite side, there is Dage’s* team.
[T/N: Big brother, but idk who the author is referring to, probably ML tho]
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Having the Same Name as the Demon Lord of the Abyss
The grandmaster’s male disciple came to Ye Zun in a flustered hurry and said, “We haven’t heard from Shimei and Shifu for so long, I’m very worried and want to see them. Chen Qianqian and them said it’s best if I get you guys to come with me, so no one’s alone.”
Ye Zun nodded. “She’s right, it’s best to act together in groups of three or two people at this time. We’ll go with you.”
He looked at Ye Zi seriously and instructed, “You must stay by my side.”
Ye Zi’s reaction was a little slow, and the bright and lustrous eyes watched him in a neverending stare, but he nodded after a while. “Oh.”
He was probably actually very scared ba.
Ye Zun sighed inwardly and took the initiative to pull him along, then said to the male disciple, “Let’s go ba.”
The master retreated to a location not too far away, just next to the leisure area. It took a small detour to reach the place.
The designer of the villa probably hoped that the two parties would not affect each other.
The male disciple walked to the door and knocked cautiously. “Shifu, Shifu, are you there? It’s me.”
A voice came through the door. “Come in ba.”
Male disciple let out the breath he had been holding, then opened the door. He glanced at Ye Zun before walking in first.
The interior was originally designed to look like a meditation room, but it was rearranged for the soul-calling ceremony that was to be performed at night.
All extra furniture was taken away, and all kinds of paper partitions were made into an array. Walking in was like stumbling into a small labyrinth.
The master was sitting in the tea room at the other end of the array, seemingly brewing tea and burning incense.
The male disciple walked over and said respectfully, “Shifu, something happened on our end just now. I asked Shimei to come back and inform you. Have you seen Shimei?
The master was very calm. “En, your Shimei has already told me.”
The disciple glanced at Ye Zun and the other outside. “What are Shifu’s thoughts?”
The master stroked his white beard, and his black eyes shone brightly. “The murderous aura here is so strong, people have also been influenced by the ghost. The ceremony must start as soon as possible.”
“Then, Shimei…”
“I had her go to make the final preparations.”
Ye Zun stood not far from the door. He said flatly, “The president and his people have killed so many people. Why don’t we hand it over to the police to deal with ba.”
He didn’t really plan on calling the police. By now, it’s too late.
But he still said it to test this person.
The master looked at him calmly. “Young man, there is no harm in looking outside before you make your decision.”
Ye Zun turned back cautiously. While still paying attention to the inside of the building, he pulled Ye Zi and walked back to the window facing the outside, looking into the distance.
Looking down from the second floor of the villa, the sight of the distance was limited, but if one looked closely, there were some clues that could be seen.
Ye Zun frowned slightly. He recalled that there were peach blossoms planted in this community, but were there so many?
At some point in time, the whole villa was seemingly surrounded by peach blossoms from near and far. When he looked carefully, he saw shadows lingering in the depths of the peach forest. He didn’t know if they were from wind chimes hanging on a tree or from some black thing, swaying back and forth.
He tried to turn away from thinking of human heads, but he couldn’t avoid the association.
——It is like the peach blossom forest from the school has come over to surround the villa, and those wind chimes are the heads of dead bodies.
Ye Zun returned to the doorway again, still maintaining a safe distance, and was cautious not to take a step closer.
“The spirit’s aura is too heavy, and your connection with the spirit is too intertwined. A vortex has been formed; people can not exit nor enter. Compared with these living people, it is better to let go of the grievances and deal with these dead spirits first.”
The master’s words were detached; the model exemplar of a man above everyone else.
Was the connection with the evil spirit too intertwined because of the previous two rounds of the test of courage, or because of everyone’s behavior when responding to the ghost’s messages?
But of these two, one was under the guidance of the president, and the other was under the guidance of the master.
Ye Zun frowned. “People can’t get out, that is to say, the president and the people he took are still in this villa?”
The master stopped talking. Once he stopped talking, that rosy face took on a rather serious edge that could scare people. There was no kindness in it.
——This master was also invited by the president. Can I really trust him?
Ye Zun pulled Ye Zi and slowly backed away, trying to stay as far away from that room as possible.
“Master, what exactly is the ceremony you are talking about? The president is not here right now, what are we going to do?”
The master stood in the depths of the room, watching him outside the door from a distance. “See this array? Seven people stand inside, and the spirit’s resentment will be resolved. That is all.”
“How will it be resolved? What will happen if it fails?”
The master watched him with gleaming black eyes. That face of red instilled a faint fear in people.
Ye Zun grasped Ye Zun’s hand tightly and couldn’t hold back the urge to back away. He just felt that the person sitting inside was not some kind of grandmaster at all, but the embodiment of resentment and evil.
The double doors slammed shut.
The male disciple standing beside the master became silent at some point. Who knew if he was dead or alive.
He didn’t know if the boy was with the master inside, or if the innocent had been blinded.
Ye Zun seemed to realise something and began to run back, dragging Ye Zi with him, running all the way back to the lounge door.
The door opened with a push.
A bloody hell opened before his eyes without warning.
The room sprayed with blood was like purgatory on earth.
The tied up perpetrator had his head leaned back on the chair. A blood-red gash in his throat twitched and sprayed blood. His empty eyes were opened, as if he had died slowly over a long time, still thinking about how he came to be that way even before he died.
The other corpse next to him had a head supported by a broken neck. It was unclear just how many times he had been stabbed.
【 You know whose turn is next. 】
Ye Zun’s eyes darkened. Stepped back, grabbing the wall for support.
【 Now, do you want to reconsider your cooperation with me. 】
He saw the sentence written with blood on the ground. The president’s arrogant and meaningful smile appeared in front of him, saying these words to him.
Ye Zun blinked slowly, looking at the two corpses in the room, then looking at the only intact phone on the table, as if it had been left for him.
He walked over and picked up the phone with a broken screen. The screen remained on a shot of a recorded video. He pressed play.
The sound that came out was a little familiar. He had heard it twice, once through the wall, once when he recorded and played it.
——”Has he left? What kind of stimulation did you get this time?”
——”Forget about him. For now, he’s still easy to use, so let’s just listen to him.”
“It’s wrong, the voice is wrong!” A voice suddenly emitted from the phone, seemingly Chen Qianqian’s nervous voice.
Then there was a crashing sound. She was knocked unconscious, falling to the ground.
“Did the president get you to come? Why did you only get here now? Untie us first, that little white face dares to…”
The fury-filled voice became flattering and bewildered “I’m just running my mouth, I know the president is interested in that little white face… You, what are you doing?”
“You…you dare…you…” Spoken in shock and rage.
“No, don’t kill me! I didn’t say anything… I never mentioned you guys…” Spoken in fright and desperation.
There was the sound of a knife stabbing into bone, one after another. Hearing it sent chills down the listener’s spine, bringing about their chattering teeth.
The sound of footsteps approached the phone, seemingly being picked up.
As Ye Zun listened intently to the murder scene in the recording, when the murderer recorded their breathing at close range—
A soft, ice-cold hand was quietly placed on Ye Zun’s neck.
A hoarse and neutral voice appeared behind him, sweetly saying, “Gege, you got the wrong person oh. Does my voice after smoking a cigarette sound like a man?”
Ye Zun turned his head. Under a black hood, the face of a young girl with short hair showed an innocently evil smile. Fingers pressed down on the side of his neck with precision.
Darkness swallowed Ye Zun’s consciousness and perception, and that moment stretched into an extremely slow and long period, as if he was falling, falling into the bottomless abyss and hell, and then lower.
He didn’t know what was below. He just faced the person who brought him down into the abyss.
The walls that blocked his vision collapsed, revealing the veiled and distorted truth.
The voice in the conversation with the president about killing three more people revealed their true face behind the collapsed wall.
It was not the two club staff members in the black T-shirts.
Instead, it was the baby-faced boy and girl who were supposed to be by the master’s side, so low-key that they were completely ignored.
The girl had never said a word in front of them in the past. When they shared the president’s plans in the lounge, she stammered and said, “So, so, not only is there a ghost, but the president and his two men followed behind the ghost and killed six people?”
It wasn’t spoken out of real shock and or with a real stammer, but from her trying her best to hold back her laughter, from the endurance and suppression.
When Chen Qianqian was replaying the recording, she discovered by accident the difference between the voice in the recording and the two people in the room, the comparison leading to her shouting out in horror, “It’s wrong, the voice is wrong! “
She wanted to warn them.
However, it was too late.
They were deliberately led away and separated, then attacked one by one.
The two staff members they caught were not detectives hiding behind the president, acting behind the scenes. They were just ordinary C-option players, scapegoats set up by the president, ready to be pushed out at any time.
From the very beginning, when the president was caught by him, he said to him on purpose, “…so far, six players have died, and only four of us are left. We can work together to clear the level and share the rewards equally.”
From that moment on, that statement deliberately misled and planted a suggestion in his head.
Leading Ye Zun to believe that there were only four players left in the game.
No, maybe even earlier, from the very beginning when they decided to bring the normal people from this world into the Ghost Stories Club, the progress speed of the game was already planned out.
From killing players and passersby indiscriminately, it was all done to design. Deliberately concealing the number of dead players, so that the two real people acting behind the scenes, the orioles, can be perfectly hidden.
Before darkness fell, Ye Zun’s gaze fell on Ye Zi who was leaning against the wall. The young man was in a white shirt, blood dripping from his beautiful long hair, and his serene and beautiful eyes were staring in his direction absentmindedly.
Like the dew gradually evaporating and disappearing in white night once the sun rose.
——If Ye Zi dies, I will not forgive myself.
——I was so scared of becoming a ghost that I gave the real ghost a chance to kill the Good.
The players of the Demon God’s Amusement Park are more terrifying beings than the resentful ghosts in the instances.
He should have known.
……
Ye Zun was knocked unconscious by the female disciple after she pressed the artery on the side of his neck, but the girl did not let him fall into the pool of blood. Instead, she extended her arms and embraced him, like hugging a beloved doll. The act did not appear to be strenuous at all.
The girl smiled sweetly, saying quietly with her hoarse and neutral voice, “Thank you Gege for helping me tie them up, but Gege guessed wrong. It’s not them who want to kill us, but us that want to kill them. When I heard that Gege recorded my voice, I was so nervous that my heart almost jumped out for Gege. But those two idiots, seriously, what gave them the confidence that others would willingly split rewards with idiots?”
Behind her, the baby-faced male disciple stood at the door, with the simple and honest smile on his face disappearing, and said impatiently, “Hurry up, don’t be so boy-crazy, we need to move people over first.”
The girl still had a sweet smile on her face, but the gaze aimed at him instantly pierced him like a ghost, and her hoarse voice grew cold. “This one is mine. Don’t we only need seven? It’ll be fine if we just take the long-haired guy next to you.”
The baby-faced boy* frowned. “The president’s plan is to kill the long-haired one, weren’t you listening?”
[T/N: he’s called Baby/Doll Face, but its annoying to repeat so I’ve just left him as ‘the boy’ from here onwards]
The girl’s face showed only indifference. “What part of killing means leaving someone alive? Isn’t it easier to let the ghost kill?”
There was determination to not let the person go.
The boy looked at Ye Zun’s face with his eyes closed, dissatisfied. “That naughty kid is right. He really is a little white face.”
The girl glared at him fiercely for a moment, and her hoarse voice mocked, “You are Mo Fei’s dog? Whatever he tells you to do, you do. Since you’re an ugly dog, learn to shut your mouth. Your barking annoys me to death. As far as I am concerned, it doesn’t make any difference whether a dog or a human is killed! Mo Fei* shouldn’t mind if there are fewer people to share the rewards with!”
[T/N: the president, if you forgot his name]
The boy was not ugly at all. He could even be considered handsome and cute, but if he was put next to Ye Zun, they were indeed not close to being on the same level.
“You!”
He was about to die of anger. His teeth gritted audibly, his face flushed red, and he cursed countless words in an instant. But the eyes looking at the girl were full of fear, and although he was apoplectic, in the end, he still endured it.
Forget it, normal people can’t reason with psychopaths.
“I get it.”
He rolled up his sleeves and went to find something to move the dazed Ye Zi in the corner of the room to the ceremony site.
The girl ignored him and gently touched Ye Zun’s face with the curled joints of her fingers, not wanting to touch him with the fingers that killed people, the fingers dripping with blood, for fear of dirtying him.
The cold and fierce eyes glossed over with water, innocent and soft, immersed in her own world, gazing upon that face with all her attention. “Gege is so pretty ah, I like it so so so much. I will protect you well. This time, Yaya will protect you. Don’t…leave me by myself ah. I already said, I will always, always love Gege. I love you to death.”
“Is that so? Then you can go and die now.” Softly and slowly, a low and dismal voice spoke.
The author has something to say:
The game never issued the mandatory task for detectives to join the Ghost Stories Club and to partake in the test of courage. Only C-options players are restricted by the task. Therefore, only C-option players need to complete the game’s mandatory test of courage and the task of recording the video.
Therefore, these two people are indeed the ‘blindfolds’ that were pushed out.
This aspect, if Ye Zun had a little more experience in infinite-flow games, he would be able to realise that something was wrong.
It’s not that he’s not smart enough, it’s the deranged batch of players who are too perverted and have no lower limit; they are scattered everywhere. On the opposite side, there is Dage’s* team.
[T/N: Big brother, but idk who the author is referring to, probably ML tho]
Having the Same Name as the Demon Lord of the AbyssThe grandmaster's male disciple came to Ye Zun in a flustered hurry and said, We haven't heard from Shimei and Shifu for so long, I'm very worried and want to see them. Chen Qianqian and them said it's best if I get you guys to come with me, so no one's alone.Ye Zun nodded. She's right, it's best to act together in groups of three or two people at this time. We'll go with you.He looked at Ye Zi seriously and instructed, You must stay by my side.Ye Zi's reaction was a little slow, and the bright and lustrous eyes watched him in a neverending stare, but he nodded after a while. Oh.He was probably actually very scaredba.Ye Zun sighed inwardly and took the initiative to pull him along, then said to the male disciple, Let's goba.The master retreated to a location not too far away, just next to the leisure area. It took a small detour to reach the place.The designer of the villa probably hoped that the two parties would not affect each other.The male disciple walked to the door and knocked cautiously. Shifu, Shifu, are you there? It's me.A voice came through the door. Come inba.Male disciple let out the breath he had been holding, then opened the door. He glanced at Ye Zun before walking in first.The interior was originally designed to look like a meditation room, but it was rearranged for the soul-calling ceremony that was to be performed at night.All extra furniture was taken away, and all kinds of paper partitions were made into an array. Walking in was like stumbling into a small labyrinth.The master was sitting in the tea room at the other end of the array, seemingly brewing tea and burning incense.The male disciple walked over and said respectfully, Shifu, something happened on our end just now. I asked Shimei to come back and inform you. Have you seen Shimei?The master was very calm. En,your Shimei has already told me.The disciple glanced at Ye Zun and the other outside. What are Shifu's thoughts?The master stroked his white beard, and his black eyes shone brightly. The murderous aura here is so strong, people have also been influenced by the ghost. The ceremony must start as soon as possible.Then, ShimeiI had her go to make the final preparations.Ye Zun stood not far from the door. He said flatly, The president and his people have killed so many people. Why don't we hand it over to the police to deal withba.He didn't really plan on calling the police. By now, it's too late.But he still said it to test this person.The master looked at him calmly. Young man, there is no harm in looking outside before you make your decision.Ye Zun turned back cautiously. While still paying attention to the inside of the building, he pulled Ye Zi and walked back to the window facing the outside, looking into the distance.Looking down from the second floor of the villa, the sight of the distance was limited, but if one looked closely, there were some clues that could be seen.Ye Zun frowned slightly. He recalled that there were peach blossoms planted in this community, but were there so many?At some point in time, the whole villa was seemingly surrounded by peach blossoms from near and far. When he looked carefully, he saw shadows lingering in the depths of the peach forest. He didn't know if they were from wind chimes hanging on a tree or from some black thing, swaying back and forth.He tried to turn away from thinking of human heads, but he couldn't avoid the association.It is like the peach blossom forest from the school has come over to surround the villa, and those wind chimes are the heads of dead bodies.Ye Zun returned to the doorway again, still maintaining a safe distance, and was cautious not to take a step closer.The spirit's aura is too heavy, and your connection with the spirit is too intertwined. A vortex has been formed; people can not exit nor enter. Compared with these living people, it is better to let go of the grievances and deal with these dead spirits first.The master's words were detached; the model exemplar of a man above everyone else.Was the connection with the evil spirit too intertwined because of the previous two rounds of the test of courage, or because of everyone's behavior when responding to the ghost's messages?But of these two, one was under the guidance of the president, and the other was under the guidance of the master.Ye Zun frowned. People can't get out, that is to say, the president and the people he took are still in this villa?The master stopped talking. Once he stopped talking, that rosy face took on a rather serious edge that could scare people. There was no kindness in it.This master was also invited by the president. Can I really trust him?Ye Zun pulled Ye Zi and slowly backed away, trying to stay as far away from that room as possible.Master, what exactly is the ceremony you are talking about? The president is not here right now, what are we going to do?The master stood in the depths of the room, watching him outside the door from a distance. See this array? Seven people stand inside, and the spirit's resentment will be resolved. That is all.How will it be resolved? What will happen if it fails?The master watched him with gleaming black eyes. That face of red instilled a faint fear in people.Ye Zun grasped Ye Zun's hand tightly and couldn't hold back the urge to back away. He just felt that the person sitting inside was not some kind of grandmaster at all, but the embodiment of resentment and evil.The double doors slammed shut.The male disciple standing beside the master became silent at some point. Who knew if he was dead or alive.He didn't know if the boy was with the master inside, or if the innocent had been blinded.Ye Zun seemed to realise something and began to run back, dragging Ye Zi with him, running all the way back to the lounge door.The door opened with a push.A bloody hell opened before his eyes without warning.The room sprayed with blood was like purgatory on earth.The tied up perpetrator had his head leaned back on the chair. A blood-red gash in his throat twitched and sprayed blood. His empty eyes were opened, as if he had died slowly over a long time, still thinking about how he came to be that way even before he died.The other corpse next to him had a head supported by a broken neck. It was unclear just how many times he had been stabbed. You know whose turn is next. Ye Zun's eyes darkened. Stepped back, grabbing the wall for support. Now, do you want to reconsider your cooperation with me. He saw the sentence written with blood on the ground. The president's arrogant and meaningful smile appeared in front of him, saying these words to him.Ye Zun blinked slowly, looking at the two corpses in the room, then looking at the only intact phone on the table, as if it had been left for him.He walked over and picked up the phone with a broken screen. The screen remained on a shot of a recorded video. He pressed play.The sound that came out was a little familiar. He had heard it twice, once through the wall, once when he recorded and played it.Has he left? What kind of stimulation did you get this time?Forget about him. For now, he's still easy to use, so let's just listen to him.It's wrong, the voice is wrong! A voice suddenly emitted from the phone, seemingly Chen Qianqian's nervous voice.Then there was a crashing sound. She was knocked unconscious, falling to the ground.Did the president get you to come? Why did you only get here now? Untie us first, that little white face dares toThe fury-filled voice became flattering and bewildered I'm just running my mouth, I know the president is interested in that little white face You, what are you doing?Youyou dareyou Spoken in shock and rage.No, don't kill me! I didn't say anything I never mentioned you guys Spoken in fright and desperation.There was the sound of a knife stabbing into bone, one after another. Hearing it sent chills down the listener's spine, bringing about their chattering teeth.The sound of footsteps approached the phone, seemingly being picked up.As Ye Zun listened intently to the murder scene in the recording, when the murderer recorded their breathing at close rangeA soft, ice-cold hand was quietly placed on Ye Zun's neck.A hoarse and neutral voice appeared behind him, sweetly saying, Gege, you got the wrong personoh. Does my voice after smoking a cigarette sound like a man?Ye Zun turned his head. Under a black hood, the face of a young girl with short hair showed an innocently evil smile. Fingers pressed down on the side of his neck with precision.Darkness swallowed Ye Zun's consciousness and perception, and that moment stretched into an extremely slow and long period, as if he was falling, falling into the bottomless abyss and hell, and then lower.He didn't know what was below. He just faced the person who brought him down into the abyss.The walls that blocked his vision collapsed, revealing the veiled and distorted truth.The voice in the conversation with the president about killing three more people revealed their true face behind the collapsed wall.It was not the two club staff members in the black T-shirts.Instead, it was the baby-faced boy and girl who were supposed to be by the master's side, so low-key that they were completely ignored.The girl had never said a word in front of them in the past. When they shared the president's plans in the lounge, she stammered and said, So, so, not only is there a ghost, but the president and his two men followed behind the ghost and killed six people?It wasn't spoken out of real shock and or with a real stammer, but from her trying her best to hold back her laughter, from the endurance and suppression.When Chen Qianqian was replaying the recording, she discovered by accident the difference between the voice in the recording and the two people in the room, the comparison leading to her shouting out in horror, It's wrong, the voice is wrong! She wanted to warn them.However, it was too late.They were deliberately led away and separated, then attacked one by one.The two staff members they caught were not detectives hiding behind the president, acting behind the scenes. They were just ordinary C-option players, scapegoats set up by the president, ready to be pushed out at any time.From the very beginning, when the president was caught by him, he said to him on purpose, so far, six players have died, and only four of us are left. We can work together to clear the level and share the rewards equally.From that moment on, that statement deliberately misled and planted a suggestion in his head.Leading Ye Zun to believe that there were only four players left in the game.No, maybe even earlier, from the very beginning when they decided to bring the normal people from this world into the Ghost Stories Club, the progress speed of the game was already planned out.From killing players and passersby indiscriminately, it was all done to design. Deliberately concealing the number of dead players, so that the two real people acting behind the scenes, the orioles, can be perfectly hidden.Before darkness fell, Ye Zun's gaze fell on Ye Zi who was leaning against the wall. The young man was in a white shirt, blood dripping from his beautiful long hair, and his serene and beautiful eyes were staring in his direction absentmindedly.Like the dew gradually evaporating and disappearing in white night once the sun rose.If Ye Zi dies, I will not forgive myself.I was so scared of becoming a ghost that I gave the real ghost a chance to kill the Good.The players of the Demon God's Amusement Park are more terrifying beings than the resentful ghosts in the instances.He should have known.Ye Zun was knocked unconscious by the female disciple after she pressed the artery on the side of his neck, but the girl did not let him fall into the pool of blood. Instead, she extended her arms and embraced him, like hugging a beloved doll. The act did not appear to be strenuous at all.The girl smiled sweetly, saying quietly with her hoarse and neutral voice, Thank you Gege for helping me tie them up, but Gege guessed wrong. It's not them who want to kill us, but us that want to kill them. When I heard that Gege recorded my voice, I was so nervous that my heart almost jumped out for Gege. But those two idiots, seriously, what gave them the confidence that others would willingly split rewards with idiots?Behind her, the baby-faced male disciple stood at the door, with the simple and honest smile on his face disappearing, and said impatiently, Hurry up, don't be so boy-crazy, we need to move people over first.The girl still had a sweet smile on her face, but the gaze aimed at him instantly pierced him like a ghost, and her hoarse voice grew cold. This one is mine. Don't we only need seven? It'll be fine if we just take the long-haired guy next to you.The baby-faced boy* frowned. The president's plan is to kill the long-haired one, weren't you listening?T/N: he's called Baby/Doll Face, but its annoying to repeat so I've just left him as the boy' from here onwardsThe girl's face showed only indifference. What part of killing means leaving someone alive? Isn't it easier to let the ghost kill?There was determination to not let the person go.The boy looked at Ye Zun's face with his eyes closed, dissatisfied. That naughty kid is right. He really is a little white face.The girl glared at him fiercely for a moment, and her hoarse voice mocked, You are Mo Fei's dog? Whatever he tells you to do, you do. Since you're an ugly dog, learn to shut your mouth. Your barking annoys me to death. As far as I am concerned, it doesn't make any difference whether a dog or a human is killed! Mo Fei* shouldn't mind if there are fewer people to share the rewards with!T/N: the president, if you forgot his nameThe boy was not ugly at all. He could even be considered handsome and cute, but if he was put next to Ye Zun, they were indeed not close to being on the same level.You!He was about to die of anger. His teeth gritted audibly, his face flushed red, and he cursed countless words in an instant. But the eyes looking at the girl were full of fear, and although he was apoplectic, in the end, he still endured it.Forget it, normal people can't reason with psychopaths.I get it.He rolled up his sleeves and went to find something to move the dazed Ye Zi in the corner of the room to the ceremony site.The girl ignored him and gently touched Ye Zun's face with the curled joints of her fingers, not wanting to touch him with the fingers that killed people, the fingers dripping with blood, for fear of dirtying him.The cold and fierce eyes glossed over with water, innocent and soft, immersed in her own world, gazing upon that face with all her attention. Gege is so prettyah, I like it so so so much. I will protect you well. This time, Yaya will protect you. Don'tleave me by myselfah.I already said, I will always, always love Gege. I love you to death.Is that so? Then you can go and die now. Softly and slowly, a low and dismal voice spoke.The author has something to say:The game never issued the mandatory task for detectives to join the Ghost Stories Club and to partake in the test of courage. Only C-options players are restricted by the task. Therefore, only C-option players need to complete the game's mandatory test of courage and the task of recording the video.Therefore, these two people are indeed the blindfolds' that were pushed out.This aspect, if Ye Zun had a little more experience in infinite-flow games, he would be able to realise that something was wrong.It's not that he's not smart enough, it's the deranged batch of players who are too perverted and have no lower limit; they are scattered everywhere. On the opposite side, there is Dage's* team.T/N: Big brother, but idk who the author is referring to, probably ML tho
