Chapter 82: A sacrifice with ulterior motives

Author: Monroe Wuque

Chapter 82: A sacrifice with ulterior motives

The fourth day of the opening of the Ghost Domain.

Yang Fan took a large bag of things and slowly took the elevator to the highest floor of the Tuzi Building. In front of the locked rooftop staircase, he grabbed the iron door with both hands and shook it hard.

"Clang clang~"

The iron door collided with the border, making a messy and harsh buzz. Soon, he saw a head protruding from the corner of the stairs, and then Wei Chuan walked down with a dark face.

In order to stay by the magic circle at all times, the player slept in the rooftop with his hair messy sleeping, his eyes were sleepy when he was just awake, and there was a large area of ​​dust on the side of his clothes.

He took out the keys and opened the door, saying, "Why don't you come up with high heels?"

Yang Fan briefly replied: "It's inconvenient."

Wei Chuanwu didn't ask much. After opening the door, he closed the door and put the keychain into his close-fitting pocket.

They stood in front of the door and began to discuss their next plan.

"The problem now is that I can recognize goodness as being righteous, and goodness as being righteous can recognize me." Wei Chuanwu touched his hair, "Will shaving his head be too conspicuous? Instead, he was allowed to observe it."

People's eyebrows, eyes, and figure are recognizable even if they wear masks. But that's relative to acquaintances.

Wei Chuanwu Heshan thought that he had only met once, changed into a set of clothes and a mask, and he might not be able to recognize him.

"I'm ready, just let it go." Yang Fan shook the bag in his hand, "If your weapon is a sniper rifle, you won't have to be so troublesome."

The effective range of the revolver is generally within fifty meters, while the effective range of the sniper rifle is more than kilometers. But Yang Fan just mentioned it casually because the glass door of the dormitory building will also hinder snipers, and it is not as reliable as using the pistol at close range.

Yang Fan took out the blue logistics staff uniforms from the bag and went to the staff dormitory to pick them up.

But he picked up an electric razor first.

Wei Chuanwu looked at the sharp blade and couldn't help but worry, "Is your skills reliable?"

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Don't worry, you can question my skills, but you must believe in my character."

In fact, Wei Miao has never given anyone any experience in shaving his head, but she has seen her brother get shaved with more or less paper experience.

No matter how unwilling Wei Chuanwu was, he had to squat down and show his buzz cut: "I'm very worried that you will shave off my scalp."

After a terrified and comforted meal, Wei Chuanwu kept Cheng Liang's scalp, but his appearance was a bit bad, and some of his hair was not shaved.

But Wei Chuanwu was already grateful and said with lingering fear: "I feel like I'm giving my head to you, waiting for judgment and having no choice but to do so."

Although Yang Fan looked like he was in a bamboo, every time he shaved the razor, he felt that he had been touched by the god of death.

Wei Miao also breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. Fortunately, there was no murder, otherwise the plan would have been ruined this time.

Although her skills are not good, I can always believe that she has been a stable group of hands after playing games for so many years.

The black short hair fell all over the ground, and the white sweatshirt on Wei Chuanwu was also stained with some. Yang Fan handed him the work clothes and turned around consciously.

Wei Chuanwu quickly changed into clothes, about the same size, and then put on a white mask.

Even Yang Fan couldn't recognize him.

"You will go into the 2 vegetarian room with me later. When I distribute supplies, I stand behind me to register the dormitory. I don't know good and think it's right, but I can still help. If you recognize him, pull my clothes when registering the dormitory name, I will help you to limit him."

Walking on the way to the logistics department, Yang Fan said to Wei Chuanwu.

Wei Chuanwu: "Restrictions?"

Yang Fan explained: "I will deliberately put down the supplies box and ask him to bow his head to pick it up. But the time is short, you have to seize the opportunity!"

Wei Chuanwu exclaimed: "This restriction is good, don't worry about me. After all, I am a veteran of gunfighting games."

When Yang Fan pulled out the trailer from the logistics department, the supplies box were neatly shaped into a rectangular square, and the two pushed it toward the 2 Zhai together.

"Your revolver should only have 6 rounds of ammunition capacity." Yang Fan raised it inadvertently.

Wei Chuanwu was silent for a moment and replied, "Yes, so my moves have some tolerance. If something really happens, your cooperation will be needed."

Yang Fan: "How can we escape after killing him?"

Wei Chuanwu turned his head to look at him in surprise: "I thought you were prepared, so you shouldn't be able to do it alone?"

Yang Fan smiled subtly: "I understand, everyone escaped, right?"

Wei Chuanwu: "Escape separately is always lower than running together."

It seems that he has some method that Wei Miao doesn't know, and he is confident that he can escape safely.

And Yang Fan, who is a mortal, has no props to escape.

But as expected, Wei Chuanwu will help him solve this problem.

While the two were still on the road, a delicate and slender black high heeled shoe stepped onto the cement floor on the edge of the rooftop of the Tuzi Building.

Xia Ziyuan, wearing ordinary casual clothes, had a calm face and was wearing high heels, walking towards the ritual magic circle.

A scarlet cross eye opened on her forehead, looking at the formation in front of her. After a day of fermentation, the strange aura that spread over here decreased, and it was still as cool as the wind in autumn and winter.

The flames of the red candle are not much different from those of the white candle, but they are weaker than what we have seen before.

This shows two things.

First, the supernatural genius nurtured by magic circle communication is absorbing strange energy, which is a good thing. Second, the regular posts on the forum about supernatural genius have the expected effect of the poster, and people no longer have strong fear of the ghosts who are lifted from the veil of unknown veil.

This leads to a weakening of fear and narrowing the gap with the soul candle.

Unknown and death are undoubtedly the two major sources of fear. Now, they are destroyed by a post.

Xia Ziwan's tall figure stood in front of the magic circle, holding her hands together, her big eyes were empty, and the cold wind blew her soft hair.

She murmured in a low voice: "The unknown existence worthy of respect and worship, you are majestic and noble, knowledgeable and ancient. I would like to sacrifice this useless body to you, without asking for any reward, but only to be with God!"

Before he finished speaking, the green fireworks of red and white candles twisted like green snakes, stretching and jumping.

The human skull in the center of the magic circle was covered with strange black light, and a black mist swelled from the sockets of his eyes, as if he was looking at her directly.

The cold wind lingering around her body suddenly turned into a bone-scraping blade, cutting the skin inch by inch, cutting the texture open, dyeing the bloody smell and flying continuously.

The black mist overflowed from the skull, mixing with the faint green light slowly covered Xia Ziyuan's whole body.

Looking back from the direction of the light, the darkness of the human figure slowly turned into an indescribable pool of filth, as muddy as oil, gradually flowing into the skull until it completely disappeared.

The sacrifice is completed!

Although I can write more about this scene, if I write too much, I will not only review and dismiss the san with the readers, but it will also be easily swallowed by the great river crab god.
Chapter completed!