Infinite Mask Game

Chapter 82

The fourth day of the opening of Ghost Domain.

Carrying a big bag of things, Yang Fan took the elevator up to the highest floor of the building, and in front of the locked rooftop stairs, he grabbed the iron door with both hands and shook it vigorously.

"Bang bang bang bang~"

The iron door collided with the frame, making a chaotic and piercing hum.Soon, he saw a head protruding from the corner of the stairs, and then Wei Chuan walked down with a black face.

In order to stick to the magic circle at all times, this player slept on the roof, his hair was messed up, his eyes were sleepy when he just woke up, and there was a lot of dust on the side of his clothes.

He took out the key to open the door again and again, and said, "Why don't you come up with high heels?"

Yang Fan replied briefly: "It's not convenient."

Wei Chuanwu didn't ask any more questions, he opened the door and closed it casually, putting the key chain in his close pocket.

The two stood in front of the door and began to discuss the next plan.

"The problem now is that I can recognize goodness as righteousness, and goodness can recognize me as righteousness." Wei Chuanwu stroked his hair, "Would it be too conspicuous to shave my head, but let him observe it instead."

The facial features and body shape of a person are recognizable to a certain extent even when wearing a mask.But that's relative to acquaintances.

Wei Chuanwu Heshan thought that Zheng only had one face-to-face meeting, changed his clothes, and wore a mask, so he might not be able to recognize him.

"I've got everything ready, let's just go with it." Yang Fan shook the bag in his hand, "If your weapon is a sniper rifle, you don't have to worry about it."

The effective range of a revolver is generally within 50 meters, while the effective range of a sniper rifle is over a thousand meters.But Yang Fan just mentioned it casually, because the glass door of the dormitory building will also hinder the sniper, but it is not as reliable as using a pistol at close range.

Yang Fan took out the blue overalls of the support staff from the bag, and picked them up in his room in the staff dormitory.

But first he picked up an electric razor.

Looking at the sharp blade, Wei Chuanwu couldn't help worrying: "Is your skill reliable?"

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Don't worry, you can question my skills, but you have to trust my character."

In fact, Wei Miao has never had the experience of shaving people's heads, but she has seen her brother being shaved, so she has more or less experience on paper.

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

After a back and forth frightened and comforted, Wei Chuanwu kept Cheng Liang's scalp, but the appearance was a bit poor, and some hairs were not shaved clean.

But Wei Chuanwu was already thankful, and said with lingering fear: "I feel like I'm handing over my head to you. I feel like I'm waiting for judgment and I can't help myself."

Although Yang Fan looked like he was fully prepared, every time the razor was shaved, he felt like he had been touched by the god of death.

Wei Miao also breathed a sigh of relief.Fortunately, there was no murder, otherwise the plan would have been ruined.

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

Short black hair fell all over the floor, and some of Wei Chuanwu's white sweater was also stained.Yang Fan handed him the overalls and turned around consciously.

Wei Chuan quickly changed into clothes, which were about the right size, and then put on a white mask.

Even Yang Fan couldn't recognize him.

"In a while, you will go into the 2nd room with me, and when I distribute the supplies, stand behind me and register the dormitory. I don't know Shan Zhizheng, but I can still help. If you recognize him, pull when you register the name of the dormitory My clothes, I will help you restrain him."

On the way to the logistics office, Yang Fan said to Wei Chuanwu.

Wei Chuanwu: "Restrictions?"

Yang Fan explained: "I will deliberately knock down the supply box and let him lower his head to pick it up. But the time is short, you have to seize the opportunity!"

Wei Chuanwu praised: "This restriction is good, don't worry about me, after all, I am also a veteran of gunfight games."

When Yang Fan pulled out the trailer from the logistics department, the material boxes were neatly stacked into a rectangular parallelepiped, and the two of them pushed it together and walked towards the second room.

"Your revolver should only have a capacity of 6 rounds." Yang Fan seemed to mention it unintentionally.

Wei Chuanwu was silent for a while, and replied: "Yes, so my shots have a certain error tolerance rate. If something unexpected happens, I still need your cooperation."

Yang Fan: "After killing him, how can we escape?"

Wei Chuanwu turned to look at him in surprise: "I thought you were prepared, shouldn't each be well?"

Yang Fan smiled subtly: "Understood, each escaped separately, right?"

Wei Chuanwu: "Escaping separately is always less risky than escaping together."

It seems that he has some means unknown to Wei Miao, and he is confident that he can escape safely.

As for Yang Fan, a mortal, Wei Miao 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 beautiful and slender black high-heeled shoe stepped on the concrete floor on the edge of the roof of the local capital building.

Xia Ziwan, who was wearing ordinary casual clothes, had a calm face and walked towards the ceremony circle wearing high heels.

A scarlet cross eye opened on her forehead, looking at the formation in front of her.After a day of fermentation, the deceitfulness lingering here has been reduced, and it is still as cool as a strong wind in autumn and winter.

The firelight of the red candle is not much different from that of the white candle, but it is weaker than what we saw before.

This shows two things.

One is that the spirit bred by the communication of the magic circle is absorbing the strange energy, which is a good thing.The second is that regular postings about supernatural beings on the forum have had the desired effect, and people no longer have a strong fear of ghosts whose veil of unknowns has been lifted.

It leads to the weakening of fear, and then narrows the gap with the soul candle.

The unknown and death are undoubtedly the two sources of fear, and now, they have been destroyed by a single post.

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

She murmured in a low voice: "Unknown existence worthy of respect and worship, you are stalwart and noble, knowledgeable and ancient, I would like to sacrifice this useless body to you, without asking for anything in return, I only wish to be with God !"

Before the words fell, the green fireworks of the red and white candles twisted like green snakes, stretched and jumped.

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

The yin wind lingering around her body suddenly turned into a bone-scraping blade, cutting the skin inch by inch, dissecting the texture, whirling endlessly with bloody aura.

Black mist overflowed from the skull, and mixed with the green light slowly covered Xia Ziwan's whole body.

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

Sacrifice is done!
　This scene, although I can write more abundantly, but if I write too much, the reviewer and the readers will fall apart together, and it is easy to be swallowed by the crab.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)