Real Game: I Exposed the Old Ones

Da Wu Xian suddenly sneered, interrupting Tao Mengyan's memories.

Little girl, since you are imprisoned in the burial palace, don't even think about escaping. Just stay here and wait for the sacrifice to begin.

Tao Mengyan taunted: You, a rotten old guy, can you trap this girl?

In this case, let me invite the supreme guardian spirit of our burial palace, Ting Ting, to give you some insights.

Guardian Spirit Listening?

Huh, this listening beast is supported by the souls of great shamans of all ages, and is connected to the burial statue. It is nourished by incense day and night, and has its own divinity.

Dawu Xian muttered something while shaking the bone bell in his hand.

The ever-burning lamp fixed on the wall suddenly flickered.

The lamp flame was actually dyed with a touch of green.

Even the air smelled unsettling.

In short, the sound and light special effects for summoning the guardian spirit are directly maxed out.

Tao Mengyan subconsciously took two steps back.

She felt a little uneasy.

There can't be any real monster appearing.

While she was thinking wildly, a strange roar sounded.

A hint of joking appeared on Da Wu Xian's face, which was immediately replaced by a more morbid smile.

Congratulations, you are an ignorant prisoner trapped in the island of sanity. You are about to see the dark truth of this world.

Listen, this is the howl of something indescribable.

And now, it is about to come to this world!

Amidst Da Wu Xian's passionate shouts, the darkness began to stir uneasily.

The sunken shadow behind him seemed to turn into a door.

And on the inside of the door, there is a more terrifying world hidden.

Door.

Being pushed away.

The disgusting smell wafted out first.

Then, a black shadow appeared that made people feel horrified.

Accompanied by rhythmic footsteps, a slightly illusory ferocious wolf dog came into the world.

The wolf dog also held a large piece of flesh and blood soaked with white bones of stars in its mouth.

Ouch!

The wolfdog wagged its tail and howled in the sky.

The air freezes briefly.

Until a burst of uncontrollable laughter came out

Hahaha

I just can't bear it any longer. Is this what you call an indescribable thing?

But it looks really cute.

Tao Mengyan almost burst into tears laughing.

The guardian spirit in front of me is only the size of a palm, like a miniature figure.

But no matter how ferocious it looks, with such a small body, it is only cute at this time.

It is completely incapable of lethality!

Dawu Xian seemed to have been hit hard and was completely lost.

How is it possible? What happened? How did the guardian spirit become like this?

Did someone destroy the statue of the Burial God?

Impossible, why is this happening?

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Tao Mengyan left proudly.

Instead of wasting time arguing with Da Wu Xian, it would be better to think about how to escape.

Tao Mengyan looked around.

Soon, she cast her sight deeper into the burial palace.

She had a hunch in her heart that there was an opportunity to escape from the underground palace.

In front of the burial temple.

A special blood sacrifice is being held.

In the main hall of the burial statue, more than ten wooden stakes were erected around the statue of the burial statue.

A stranger was tied to each stake.

Some outsiders have been brutally killed, and although some are still alive, they are already dying and not far from death.

The old village chief wearing a ghost mask walked up to a stranger with a sharp knife in his hand.

This is a captured actor.

When he really faced death, the actor's emotions completely collapsed.

No, don't kill me.

I'm not from this world. I just act according to the script. Don't.

Please let me go. By the way, I can tell you the truth about the world.

The truth? the old village chief sneered: The so-called truth is that you are all poor pigs, and the highest honor is to become a sacrifice.

The old village chief showed the ruthlessness and determination expected of a senior cultist.

The sharp blade pierced the actor's chest.

The blood immediately gushes out, flows into the lines carved on the ground, and finally flows into the statue of the Buried God.

The actor did not die on the spot.

He will taste the feeling of his blood being drained and take his last breath in agony.

Gulu.

The handsome uncle swallowed subconsciously.

Although a group of them successfully escaped from their respective houses, they eventually encountered Waterloo at the entrance of the village.

Everyone was captured by the shadow puppet soldiers.

At this time, they were all gathered in the square in front of the Burial Hall, and were guarded by a group of villagers and believers holding swords.

Villagers kept coming over and bringing down the dead foreigners from the wooden piles.

Then someone walked among them, picked out an unlucky guy and tied him up like an animal.

The village chief is responsible for 'execution'.

Although it was not his turn yet, his fate of death was already sealed.

The handsome uncle said sadly: These people have gone completely crazy. It seems that we are going to die like this.

Beside him, an actor who looked exactly like the gangster brother said, It's really ridiculous. I'm still thinking about escaping.

It's a pity. I just picked up a few girls in the [rest area], so I haven't fully enjoyed them yet.

The gangster brother shook his head.

He seemed to have given up hope and just sat on the ground, watching the people around him continue to die.

Suddenly, he said in a depressed tone: By the way, I have a few pills here that can make people die quickly after taking them without any pain. Do you want one?

When the handsome uncle heard this, his eyes lit up.

Since it's all death, it's better to die without pain than to die from torture.

The gangster brother quietly took out a small bottle of medicine from his pocket.

First, drop one into your mouth.

Then he threw the medicine bottle to the handsome uncle.

The handsome uncle held the medicine bottle in his hand and had mixed feelings in his heart.

To tell you the truth, I am lucky enough to know a high-level player in this script. If she were here, we might not die.

The underworld eldest brother dismissed it: Stop joking, what kind of waves can one person make?

The handsome uncle immediately retorted: Believe me, she can always create miracles.

For example?

For example. Um.

A violent explosion sounded in front, interrupting the whispers between the two.

The handsome uncle looked up.

The explosion happened to be in the main hall where the statue of the deceased was buried.

The energy of the explosion was so great that it not only completely swallowed up the village chief and the cultists, but even leveled the entire hall.

The strong shock wave spread, and the remaining villagers stepped aside and looked forward in surprise.

After a long time the dust settled.

The original location of the main hall turned into a huge pit, and there was a magic circle in the pit that was constantly emitting rust-red light.

Zhu Zheng stood in front of the magic circle.

He pointed to the sky, as if he were holding this little sun between his fingers, lighting up the whole world!

That looks very much like the legendary savior god!

The handsome uncle excitedly pushed his companions around him.

Look, he is the high-level player I was talking about. A miracle happened. Miracle, hello!?

Brother, brother, is your medicine so effective?

The gangster brother died with a peaceful expression on his face.

But his eyes widened and his pupils were full of resentment.

As if blaming the handsome uncle

Why didn’t you say something earlier?