Chapter 494: Crying and Shocking

Chapter 494: Crying and Shocking

The white candles in the mourning hall were burning high, like fireworks rising from the ground.

Xiao Jin's eardrums were pierced by the sharp wailing sounds. The sound was like a mixture of thousands of women scratching glass with their fingernails, mixed with the crying of a baby.

She saw the porcelain bowls on the altar explode one by one, and the fragments formed strange runes in the air.

"Fuck, this is so annoying." Feng Hao roared and threw out seven yellow talismans. The talisman papers burned to ashes in the air, forming a light golden protective shield.

But this wailing sound seemed to be able to penetrate all barriers. Although the props at the back temporarily blocked it, the strength of the sound was less than three points.

Many players have already fallen to their knees, and the "blood evil" patterns on the coffins are deepening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Black blood began to seep out of the wall, and human faces protruded from the blue bricks, first a blurry outline, then clear facial features, and finally the entire ghost broke free from the wall.

They float in the air, clawing at the nearest player with their rotten fingers.

Xiao Jin's long sword flashed and instantly cut off three ghost hands, but the broken limbs turned into black smoke as they fell to the ground, and then condensed into shape again in the blink of an eye.

"These are not ordinary ghosts." The detection tool in Shao Siyuan's hand was flashing wildly: "They are absorbing the energy of the crying! As long as the sound does not disappear, they will continue to regenerate."

On the other side, Wang Zixuan raised her hand, and the tip of the longbow arrow flashing with golden light condensed into a ball of electromagnetic energy. Wherever the blue light flashed, the ghosts were pierced and torn apart.

"So, the source is still with these NPCs?"

In the dim and twisted space, Wang Zixuan's eyes were like a sharp sword in the cold night, piercing through the fog that filled the surroundings.

The roars of evil spirits echoed in the empty mourning hall. They seemed to come from the abyss of hell, carrying endless resentment and terror, attempting to devour the will of all players.

After she finished speaking, she suddenly jumped up and pulled the longbow in mid-air. Suddenly, the bowstring was tightened, and energy arrows distorted the space and shot towards the surrounding NPCs.

Xiao Jin was also quickly analyzing the situation.

She also understood that these NPCs were the key to curbing the rampant ghosts around Li.

So, Xiao Jin's fingers gently stroked the hilt of Shattered Shadow's sword, and the next second, the long sword flashed with light, and several blade beams suddenly appeared.

"Boom~" Smoke and dust rose up.

Many NPCs were directly knocked away by Xiao Jin's attack, and the crying sounds in their mouths naturally stopped.

Then Xiao Jin took advantage of the victory and pursued. With a flash of his figure, he approached an NPC standing in the corner like a ghost. It was an old man wearing tattered clothes, with weird makeup on his face and empty eyes.

The moment Xiao Jin approached, the old man seemed to realize something and stretched out his black palm to block, but it was too late.

Xiao Jin slashed the old man's wrist with his long sword with lightning speed. A flash of lightning flashed, and the old man's hand was cut off at the wrist. The wound turned black in an instant.

The first knife cut his wrist, and the second knife was aimed at his neck.

This action was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Seeing this, the other players followed suit. They either used the props in their hands or relied on the items they could use to quickly take action against the NPCs around them.

There are also some particularly cunning players who start lobbying people around them to cooperate.

In an instant, the air was filled with tension.

Sui Ying on the side took out the bronze bell from her arms - this was a supernatural item she obtained in the previous supernatural copy.

The moment the clapper hit the inner wall, a circle of sound waves visible to the naked eye spread out with her as the center.

The three ghosts closest to her seemed to have pressed the pause button, but then all of them turned their heads to look at her, with their mouth corners torn to their ears.

"Don't use ghost-exorcising props!" After frowning, Shao Siyuan suddenly shouted, "They can activate mirroring and copy our abilities."

It's a pity it's too late.

The floating ghosts suddenly shook the non-existent bells, and hundreds of distorted sound waves rampaged in the mourning hall.

One player was unable to dodge and was hit by the sound wave on his left arm, which instantly dried up and carbonized. He watched in horror as his fingers fell off and turned into ashes.

It turns out that these NPCs did not intend to be killed. Faced with the players' joint siege, they began to fight back.

Shao Siyuan was the first one to be unlucky.

The tool in his hand had just launched an attack, but the next second it hit him. If he hadn't had the protective shield on him, he would have been seriously injured.

Hearing this, Sui Ying quickly put away the "Soul-Calming Bell" in her hand. It seemed that the supernatural props didn't work, so she could only use physical attacks.

The ghost claw in Yunye's hand pierced into the ground. His eyes were fierce, and he suddenly bit his tongue and sprayed blood on the sharp blade between his claws.

"burn!"

He whispered something, and flames shot up along the weapon, causing the air above to distort.

The flames seemed to have some effect in restraining the ghosts, so that they had to retreat temporarily, but Xiao Jin could see densely packed human faces emerging from the flames - these ghosts could not be burned out at all.

As more and more NPCs died, the wailing sounds suddenly rose an octave.

Xiao Jin felt as if there was warm liquid flowing out of her ear canal. When she looked in front of her eyes, she saw it was blood - her eardrum was broken.

In the distance, the coffin lid on the altar was shaking violently, and the nails that fixed the coffin board were trembling. The next second, it was lifted up directly.

"Roar~" In the chaos, the big dragon in the coffin actually rose up.

Looking at the corpse standing tall in the coffin, all the players saw the following horrifying scene.

The sutures broke one by one, and the corners of the dead man's mouth widened, revealing the spirally arranged fangs inside.

"Speed ​​up and eliminate all the NPCs!" Xiao Jin suddenly understood.

She drew out the shadow dagger from her waist, and the dagger turned into a stream of light and stabbed towards the village chief, but was blocked by the coffin lid that suddenly appeared.

The wooden coffin squirmed like a living thing and instantly swallowed the shadow thorn whole.

At this moment, on Xiao Jin's panel, the durability of the Shadow Thorn was declining at a rapid rate, and it would be completely shattered and destroyed in a few minutes.

At this moment, an extremely cold breath suddenly filled the air, and a big dragon rose from the dark coffin in an incredible manner, and then suddenly landed among the panicked players.

Its silhouette flickered with a heart-pounding cold light in the dim light, and its eyes were like an abyss burning with dark blue flames.

The dragon opened its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, and let out a deafening roar. The sound waves impacted the surroundings like a substance, causing everyone's eardrums to ache slightly and their hearts to almost jump out of their chests.

Yunye and others reacted quickly, stepped forward at the first moment, and waved their weapons in an attempt to stop the dragon's violent attack.

However, the dragon's strength was beyond imagination. Every time it swung its claws, there was a sound of tearing air and gusts of wind, making their resistance quite difficult.

At this critical moment, a player who was distracted accidentally got his arm scratched by the dragon.

At that moment, it seemed as if black mist invaded his body through the wound.

The player's eyes were instantly filled with fear and despair. The wound on his arm quickly swelled and turned black. The corpse poison spread rapidly, and a foul stench of corruption spread out.

"Be careful, it's poisonous!" After shouting, the player didn't care about anything else and hurriedly crawled to the back to escape.

While running away, he frantically took out the antidote from his backpack and injected it into his arm with trembling hands.

The surrounding players became much more cautious upon seeing this, as if they were afraid of the corpse poison, and were repeatedly restrained from taking action.

The old woman, Dalong's mother, was still patting the coffin mechanically, and with every pat a new ghost emerged from her sleeves.

Xiao Jin noticed an overturned pottery jar lying at her feet - the same one that had contained the two-headed snake. The liquid remaining at the mouth of the jar reflected not the scene of the mourning hall, but a dark deep well.

"Feng Hao, jar!" Xiao Jin shouted immediately.

Feng Hao, who was closest to the coffin, understood what Xiao Jin meant at a glance.

"Okay." The moment a bullet wrapped in sparks pierced the pottery jar, the entire mourning hall suddenly became silent.

The floating ghost froze in midair, then tore apart as if torn by invisible hands. The old woman screamed in a way that was not human, and her skin quickly shrank and fell off, revealing the dense snake scales underneath.

The village chief finally shut his mouth. The corpse spots on his neck had spread to the left side of his face, and the look in his eyes as he stared at Xiao Jin seemed to be filled with poison.

At this moment, all the villagers stopped crying, but the resentful look in their eyes made the temperature drop by ten degrees. Even Dalong looked confused, and then he jumped back into the coffin.

After lying down, all players could see that there was a fist-sized bulge on the corpse's swollen belly, and the two-headed snake wriggling inside became completely motionless after struggling.

The players around looked at each other, and then the NPCs stared at each other in surprise.

It wasn't until the first cockcrow broke the silence that everyone staggered.

The invisible sense of oppression around suddenly dissipated, and the mourning hall returned to its appearance as an ordinary funeral place. Even the candles turned back to their normal warm yellow color.

When he looked up again, the NPC that had died at the hands of the player had come back to life. And the few villagers who had stepped on the road had left quietly again without a sound.

Xiao Jin pulled off the white cloth tied around his arm and saw three blurry figures in shrouds floating toward the door—they were the “guests” who had been sitting in the corner before the wake began and had never spoken a word.

The village chief came over rubbing his hands, the corpse spots on his face disappeared without a trace: "Thank you all for your hard work, the funeral was a success."

His face was wrinkled with smile, but black water was still dripping from his sleeves: "I asked my wife to cook mushroom porridge, which is very nourishing... I have been busy all night, and I will drink some mushroom porridge to warm myself up when I go back later."

This scene of division is really a bit nauseating for players.

Now that the danger has been resolved and their side quest has been successful, the players are too lazy to play along with the village chief.

"No need!" Sui Ying said without giving any face: We are all tired, you should enjoy the mushroom porridge from the village chief's house by yourself!"

………………

The morning fog was as thick as cotton wool that could not be melted.

Xiao Jin counted the number of people coming down the mountain, and only 9 of the twelve players were left.

This number of casualties is still normal.

In fact, except for the one who died in the fight with the evil spirit, the remaining two players who died before the funeral began died in vain.

The first one is the tattooed man. This man is just unlucky. If he hadn't spilled the magic water, he wouldn't have died.

As for the female player who suddenly disappeared in the middle, Xiao Jin felt that she probably didn't do it well enough and the village chief saw that she didn't drink the talisman water.

The rest of the players are naturally more skilled.

Since he hadn't been caught, the village chief naturally wouldn't make trouble.

The group returned in the direction they came from.

I thought there wouldn't be any problems this time, but unfortunately the game doesn't follow the rules.

As she walked, Xiao Jin suddenly felt that the surroundings were very quiet. She raised her head and her pupils suddenly shrank, because the NPCs walking in front of the player had disappeared.

"Don't look at the ground!" At this moment, Feng Hao shouted: "Those on the ground are not grass... they are hair!"

As if to confirm his words, the fallen "weeds" suddenly stood up, revealing the rotten scalp connected to the roots.

Yunye's sharp claws swept across, cutting off a large piece of hair, and smelly black blood spurted out from the cut. What was even more terrifying was that a vague human figure began to emerge in the mist.

These people were covered in black hair, their movements were stiff, and they were approaching this side little by little.

Wang Zixuan took out a mahogany compass from her arms, and the needle spun wildly and pointed to the direction they came from.

"The mourning hall is in the southwest, and now we are heading due west - due west is..." Wang Zixuan frowned.

Isn't that the direction of the deep mountains? It seems to be the location of the evil god sacrifice that the villagers mentioned. When did they get here?

"Wrong, wrong, we went the wrong way." Feng Hao scratched his head: "It turns out that we didn't follow the villagers down the mountain, but went into the forest!"

“Ahhhhhhh!!!” At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the front of the team.

A player stepped into a seemingly ordinary puddle, and his entire leg was swallowed up in an instant.

He tried to grab the hand of the player next to him in fear, but the other party was unable to avoid him.

Because he knew that if he pulled him, he might be dragged down with him.

Xiao Jin took two or three steps forward, stood at an arm's length away from the player and squatted down to observe - this was not a puddle at all, but a mouth that was constantly expanding.

Xiao Jin narrowed his eyes slightly. Under the turbid "water surface", he could vaguely see spirally arranged fangs biting the opponent's thigh tightly.

"Hold your breath! Don't struggle!" Xiao Jin threw out a rope and hooked it around the nearest tree, but the rope suddenly straightened after passing through the fog.

The bark on the trunk peeled off, revealing the white leg bones inside - this was not a tree at all, it was clearly a giant pile of bones.

Xiao Jin handed one end of the rope to the player: "Hold on tight, I'll take care of the next one."

"Hmmmm!" The player nodded frantically with a pale face.

He was almost dying of pain. After all, who could bear the feeling of having his flesh being eaten away bit by bit?

At this time, he would agree to whatever Xiao Jin said!

As for the rest of the people, they have now faced the approaching figure.

"Hey? Do you think if I set fire to these 'hair monsters', will they turn into teddy curls?" Sui Feng still had the mind to make a joke at this time.