after falling asleep

Chapter 610 18. Panic Comes
——I have encountered it, but I don’t know it at all.However, it can be roughly converted: the old rulers and the three pillars of the original gods are equivalent to the ancient evil gods and the Lord of Chaos.I just don't know if it means that the strength is almost the same or the faction is simply different.

So from this point of view, wanting to summon the ancient evil god seems to be a living sacrifice with little hope...

Do we need to grab a few more sacrifices and make them cosplay in the image of Sadako Gayako Churenmei Jason before offering sacrifices...?
After struggling for a while, Mu Su decided to sacrifice the high-ranking lord first, in case the second uncle who had never met was summoned.

Musu stretched his arms, and the oilcloth dropped from his shoulders.He closed his eyes, and his temperament began to change.

Yinghua learned to be smart this time, and retreated quietly.

The high-ranking lord struggled unabated, but saw that Mu Su opened his eyes and caught nothing.He turned his head and saw Yinghua standing a few steps away snickering, so he went to break the high-ranking lord's fingers.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The high-level lord's eyes were tearing apart, and the fierce struggle was useless.

I have to say that the craftsmanship of the old man who rings the bell is really good.

Just when Musu picked up a sharp stone and was about to carve a picture of living in Fuchun Mountain on the arm of the high-ranking lord, Yinghua gently pulled Musu's sleeve.

"Is that your second uncle?"

She stared blankly at the shore, as if seeing something.The same was true for the high-ranking lord, he stopped struggling and looked towards the sea.

The two of them seemed to be dumb.

Musu held the stone and looked along it.

Along the shore, cut the rainline.

The bright light sank to the bottom of the sea.

A wondrous mass of meat rises from the Dead Sea, and a wondrous mist spews from it.

Wonderful mist flows with the wind, and whispers come from afar.

Musu's ragged clothes swayed in the wind.

Just look at the corner of the sea.

The players exploded and couldn't wait to go to the live broadcast room of other players to tell the news.

Everyone was terrified, they knew exactly what the fog was and what was in it.Without the wooden house blocking them, what should they do next.

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang! ! !

The rapid ringing of the bell suddenly rang, making people uneasy and restless.

The students and teachers in the school building were at a loss, followed by hysterical roars.

"The fog is coming!!!"

"The fog is coming!!!"

"The fog is coming!!!"

The last sentence was almost hoarse, it seemed to be a terrified roar made by all the power.

Twenty or so school buildings were quiet for a moment, and the next moment, chaotic screams and chaos erupted.

The tables and chairs moved sideways, and the students stood up in panic, screaming and screaming.

The teachers managed to calm the panic of the students and stumbled to the open space.

The drizzle stopped falling, and the dark sea below the slope was billowed with thick fog.

"It's not even night yet!"

"How come now..."

"We're going back to town...we're going back to town!"

The teachers fell into panic, and several of them fled, trying to return to the town before the fog arrived.

when - when - when - when -

A more distant and grand bell rang from the small town of Wanghaijiao, and a little light lit up from the center.

"It's too late..." The principal of the school building, an old man with a gray beard trembling all over his body, shouted amid the rapid bells.

"All teachers and students go back to their respective classrooms, close the doors, and light everything that can be lit!"

He repeated it for the third time before the teacher woke up like a dream. Everyone dragged and staggered back to the school building, and the door slammed and slammed.

Fear is contagious.There were crying and screaming in the classroom.Even the players are at a loss and don't know how to deal with it.

……

The thick fog billowed and surged close to the sea surface, rushed up to the beach in an instant, and engulfed Mu and Su who were standing on the beach.

"So is my second uncle in the thick fog or my summoning method is wrong again?" Mu Su calmly asked the silhouette around him with a blank voice.

"The sacrifice is still alive, so it shouldn't be you." Yinghua said.

Transparent Bridge: Whether it is you or not, you'd better not admit it, or you will be miserable.

"I did it! It was I who summoned the dense fog!" Mu Su shouted upright with his chest up and his head raised.

Transparent Bridge held onto his forehead in pain.

She shouldn't have said that.

……

Thick fog filled the upper slope, and dim candlelight gradually lit up in classrooms.

The hazy mist that entered the hut was dispersed by the candlelight, and the players' sight became clear again.

But not all classrooms had time to light candles.

In one of the classrooms, the teacher was desperate to find that he had no flint, and a thick fog had arrived.

All the students held their breath subconsciously, and there were only suppressed gasps and sobs in the classroom.

Da da--

In the darkness where nothing can be seen, Mo Xiaoxuan's heart tightened.

She heard footsteps.

Footsteps that should not have appeared at this moment.

Da da--

The sound of footsteps echoed, becoming clearer amidst the surrounding sobs.She suddenly lowered her head full of doubts, her eyes in the darkness revealed strangeness and incomprehension.

The sound of footsteps...why did it sound from within the body...?
……

The faint candlelight swayed, although it was not bright, it brought a little peace to the children.

Wanwan sat in the middle of the room.He considers himself lucky to be surrounded by students.Regardless of whether it is safe or not, at least it is psychologically safe.

This sense of security didn't last long, and he saw with horror, a strange black hand extending from under the door, protruding like a shadow towards the desk a few meters away,
Looking around, he found that no one noticed anything strange except himself.

Just as he was about to make a sound to remind him, the next moment——

puff--

The strange hand that climbed up the lectern snuffed out the burning wick.

Darkness enveloped the classroom.

The screaming intensified, and after a few seconds, there was no sound at all.

……

Looking at the faint candlelight, Wang Wenwen felt uneasy and proposed to light the fabric, and then dismantle the tables and chairs to burn.

The proposal was approved, and the more courageous players tiptoed to move the tables and chairs to make room for the center, and lit the fire.

The bright fire light made everyone feel safe, until at a certain moment, the long song came to everyone's ears from outside the door.

"Ten Wanghaijiao children ran around for food; one of them choked to death and couldn't be saved, and only nine of the ten remained."

"Nine Wanghaijiao children, they were really sleepy because they couldn't sleep late at night; they fell asleep and died of sleep, and there were only eight of the nine."

"Eight children looking at the sea corner, go hunting in the dense fog; leave one there, and only seven remain of the eight."

"Seven Wanghai Cliff children caused trouble and smashed the wall; their heads were blown off and they were killed. Of the seven, only six remain."

"Six Wanghaijiao children, playing with wraith spirits to provoke their anger; they flew over and sucked their lives, and there are only five left among the six."

"Five children at Wanghaijiao, afraid of the thick fog, went to the fire; the flames entangled them until they died, and only four remained of the five."

"Four Wanghaijiao children went out in a group and suffered a catastrophe; they swallowed one blood-stained, and there were only three of the four."

"Three Wanghaijiao children suffered disasters in the school building; dead bodies suddenly fell from the sky, and only two remained of the three."

"Two children looking at the corner of the sea, sighing under the beams of the house; the hanging rope from the sky is sad, and there are only one left of the two."

"A child at Wanghaijiao, there is only one person when he returns; he hangs himself in this life, and there is no one left."

(End of this chapter)