As if to prove the psychologist's prophecy, the devil's sacrifice made by the Mindbreaker was discovered.

This time it wasn't at Shenhui camp, but at a camp in eastern Mumbai, India.

The sacrificed corpses are still all players - five, male.

The discoverer was an old man over sixty years old, who found the scene of the devil's sacrifice while helping people collect firewood, and ran out on the spot, frightened **, completely crazy.

Hearing his incoherent description, several players followed the road and were also scared to the point that their scalps were numb, but one of them was bolder, and the first time he reacted, he posted the situation on the forum, and later he made a fortune with this post.

By the time the players were looking for an NPC, the player's post had already spread on the forum.

Initially, it was only a small spread, and most of the people who bought the post were Indians and would be skeptical about the content of the post.

But it didn't take long for the second, third, and fourth similar posts to appear in different country sections and be collected by interested people.

The scenes described in the content of several posts are similar, the incoherent descriptions of the posters are also very true, and there are other players' circumstantial evidence, and the players who saw the posts suddenly realized that this does not seem to be a farce of cheating money, but a real thing.

The murderous madmen seemed to have made an appointment, and at the same time killed on the night of the fourth monster arrival.

What's even more terrifying is that the camp where such an event took place is not in the same regional country, or even on the same continent, it seems to be a worldwide horror!

Many people are reminded of the psychological avalanche predicted by the psychologist.

Panic began to spread slowly among the players.

……

But for the players of Camp Shenhui. No matter how much you talk about it on the forum, when it doesn't happen to you, most players just think it's a lively view.

Another night of exhaustion after fighting monsters.

The snoring in the tent was undulating, occasionally mixed with a few words of whispering and smacking lips in a dream, and after midnight, a thin figure crept up in the large tent where forty or fifty people slept.

He crept past the vertical body, silently lifted the tent curtain, and before the cold wind rushed in, the thin figure flashed out quickly. Didn't wake anyone up.

The tents of the same team are all gathered together. However, there was no formation of six flower formations or anything like that, but simply parallel to each other in a row of five large army tents, separated by men and women, and the tents of different teams were spaced twice as far apart as the tents of the same team. Often a fairly wide road is formed.

There are no rules. It's the players themselves. NPCs don't care about this.

Especially after the riot, the players were kicked out of the camp, and the camp guards who used to come over occasionally to patrol did not come.

Therefore. There was no figure except for the tent, and there was a white and miserable rectangular sloping tent all over the body.

The cold wind blew the tent curtain rattling, and in the air of late winter and early spring there was a damp chill that penetrated into the bone marrow, and the thin figure who left the tent saw only a long shadow slanting down the corner of the white tent.

The thin figure stood outside the tent for a few seconds, as if suddenly waking up, holding his arms, like every person who can't hold back the night, staggering towards the "toilet".

"Toilet" is the name given to the neighborhood of the player's camp.

Maybe it's because of the close distance, only six or seven hundred meters away from the camp, and just outside the range of the order torch, I don't know when it began, this small pine forest has become the player's default place of grain reincarnation,

However, since the night before, this grove of grain reincarnation has been blocked by NPCs, and the camp guards do not allow players to enter, which makes many people complain, but there is no choice but to run to another woods a little farther away to solve the problem.

However, this forest area is not small, even if people are sent to block it, there are only battalion guards patrolling, and it is impossible to occupy a battalion guard every ten meters to surround the forest impenetrable.

If that's the case, players feel even more like that.

In fact, the woods were suddenly cordoned off, and the players were privately talking about it, but due to the camp's strict regulations and the ban on immediate eviction if discovered, not allowing them to enter the camp within five kilometers, the players suppressed their curiosity and quietly peeked outside the woods at most.

Hiding behind the tent, he saw a small group of guards patrolling with torches disappear, and the thin figure quickly rushed into the woods.

He was so nervous that he felt his heart beating loud enough to be noticed.

Fortunately, no one stopped him until he entered the woods.

As soon as he entered the woods, the dense shade immediately became his natural protective color, and he familiarly followed a less smelly path into the woods.

As the forest trail deepened, the stench of feces and urine gradually faded, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood wafting in the air.

Following the smell of blood, he came to the five blue ice cypresses and saw the strange and evil sacrificial circle.

Also, the familiar figure standing in front of the sacrificial circle.

He was shaken.

“…… There you are. ”

The girl with her back to him did not turn around, and her voice was lower than before, and it was a little difficult to distinguish between men and women.

In the mottled shade of the trees, a ray of moonlight fell through the treetops and fell on the boy, reflecting a thin little white face.

His teeth trembled slightly, and he subconsciously clenched the short knife in his hand.

“…… Xiao, Sister Xiaoyue, why are you here?"

"Didn't you call me, Gao?"

The girl turned around, her delicate and fair cheeks were exposed outside the shade of the tree, she frowned at Shan Zhigao, and said unhappily:

"Is this a prank, Gao Gao? Where did you get so much blood, how did you get the ground like this? Where did you learn all this stuff on the ground?"

Shan Zhigao was shocked, the trembling stopped, and after a few seconds, he said softly:

“…… I'm sorry, Sister Xiaoyue. ”

"Don't do that again!"

Cheng Xiaoyue tightened her cloak, seemed to be very cold, and lowered her responsibility, "Gao Gao, you have grown up, you can't always engage in this kind of prank and scare people, what should I do if everyone finds out......?"

"Sister Xiaoyue......"

Shan Zhigao wanted to speak and stopped, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

"What did you say?" Cheng Xiaoyue couldn't hear clearly, and subconsciously took two steps forward.

At this time, Shan Zhigao, who was facing her, changed his face, and Huo Ran raised the short knife that he had been holding tightly.

"Stop!"

Before his short knife could reach Cheng Xiaoyue, in the shade of the tree next to him, an arc of light swept by and hit the short knife.

Shan Zhigao covered his hands and took a few steps back, bright red blood oozing from the cracks between his left fingers.

But he ignored the wound on his hand, and watched with horror as the air writhed more than a dozen meters away, and Rost and the old mage showed their form from it.

(To be continued)(To be continued......

PS: Today is still the second watch.

Today, the backstage is a little congested, and I can't get in, it's a little late~

Shame, I wrote that the snake spirit is sick again...... Yes, this is another snake spirit disease~

Well, don't worry, I'd rather play right away~