The Modern Age of the Mysterious

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Sean stuffed an ordinary magazine into the magazine, loaded it, and looked around quietly.

The Explorers were the first to break free from the scarlet fear. Although he had suppressed the panic of raiding his mind, he was still affected by the aftertaste of fear, and he did not dare to approach Sean again.

Safe for now.

The game was over with only twenty seconds left, but he was still in third place.

Is it time to hunt for number one on the leaderboard?

Sean frowned and thought for a while.

In order to be a winner, all means should indeed be exhausted.

However, Sean didn't want to push his limits in a ridiculous game.

In order to protect others, it is one thing to have to kill someone who is controlled by evil...

But to win a game, shoot your own kind or even a scout?

Even if the game is over, everyone will keep silent about what happened, and the Quest Arbitration Tribunal will not be able to pursue their own crimes...

Nor can he do so.

"Then, make sure to survive, and then go to other games..."

There is still time and opportunity.

Sean, who had decided to wait until the end of the game, suddenly felt a burning sensation in the spiritual substance behind him.

The adrenaline that was fading was soaring again, and a strange mask flashed in front of Sean's eyes.

Without hesitation, he used the spiritual essence to draw out the holy dagger, turned and stabbed back.

Olivia, who had always protected Sean well, showed a rare surprise. She watched as a yellow blade that could cut through the spiritual essence broke through Sean's protective layer and pierced into his upper abdomen.

If it wasn't for Sean's ability to react far beyond ordinary people, the knife would have stabbed into the heart from behind.

A charred skull full of eerie symbols floated in the air.

An anxious, neurotic chanting sounded vaguely.

Through the sacred dagger that was also pierced into the opponent's body, Sean infused the vicious power of rust, destroying the opponent's structure from the inside.

And the mist of elixir has also wrapped Sean's wound.

The power of the vicious attribute will pollute the sacred attribute of the dagger, and the mist of the elixir that is running at full strength also quickly consumes Sean's spiritual power...

However, he couldn't care less.

"Deputy Agent" wanted to draw out the short knife, but found that the rapidly healing wound and tightened muscles seemed like a pair of fists reluctantly grasped the blade.

He staggered back two steps, causing the holy dagger to be drawn out. While blood spurted out from under his collarbone, rusted spiritual power was still gushing out of the dagger in Sean's hand...

Just between lightning and flint, you can decide between life and death.

The skeleton mask raised his hand, and Sean clearly saw the force of death condensing in his palm.

And Olivia has also moved.

Under the mask, the agent's eyes flashed, as if he had made other decisions.

He endured the pain and avoided Olivia's attack.

In an instant, Sean saw that on the old skeleton mask, the deep characters were retreating and disappearing.

As if against his sin and pain, all the characters disappeared from the mask of the agent.

Then, the outline of a faint blue skull appeared on the mask, suddenly rose from the ground, and disappeared like mist in the night sky.

His thin body, like a puppet with a string cut off, fell loosely to the ground.

I can't tell why, Sean can understand the meaning of the scene just now.

This bizarre opponent chose to pay a huge price - most of his strength, broke away from this body and mask, and preserved the freedom of his soul...

"Damn... I risked my life because there was a way back." The pain made Sean a little annoyed.

The neon-lit wooden house blared a whistle.

Game over.

Using the spiritual substance as a temporary surgical device, he pulled out the short knife that had lost the strange yellow color from his body, and at the same time blocked the blood that wanted to burst the embankment.

If only the power of the mist of elixir had suffered such a heavy blow, Sean would not be able to survive this disaster.

"Thanks to the power of 'immortality and immortality'..." His vitality was much more tenacious than ordinary people.

After taking a deep sniff of the smelling salts, Sean used the divine feathers of the Hessian Sheep to drive those rapidly proliferating black cells to repair some terrifying wounds...

Soon, the bleeding stopped.

Also repaired were the liver, lungs, and smoothly severed ribs.

Those microscopic creatures belonging to an ancient **** in charge of the mysteries of life reversed Sean's injuries with repair skills that did not exist in this time and space.

Even the blood that broke out and overflowed in the organs was recycled and used as a repair material.

"Immortal and Hessian Sheep..." The pain stopped, and the cold sweat stopped flowing, "unless there are multiple fatal wounds, or a huge explosion...

"It's not easy to kill me."

His body was still a little weak, so Sean tried his best to walk behind Olivia and not face other people directly.

What Sean didn't care about at all was that the brightly lit leaderboard in the sky showed that he was the final winner by swallowing up the second-place prey.

The night fog dissipated, and a huge, illusory bell appeared in the clear sky.

It was shaken violently, sending out a vast bell to celebrate the birth of a new winner...

clang! clang! clang! ...

clang! clang! clang!

A slightly distant bell interrupted Moonlight's contemplation.

At this moment, he was standing backstage on a makeshift stage, looking out from behind the curtain.

He found that the sound of the bell seemed to be coming from the place where the "duck shooting" was taking place.

"The project that Sean was involved in has come to an end...

"I wonder if he's the winner?"

Moonlight's eyes returned to the stage.

The performer at the moment, wearing a funny hat, is playing the violin a little frantically.

His piano skills are really uncomplimentable, and Yueguang feels that his ears are suffering quite a bit.

The pianist who was waiting in the background smiled wryly and laughed at himself: "Instead of worrying about Sean's side, let's worry about your own situation first..."

Now he is located at the "Open Day Music Festival", with nearly a thousand listeners gathered under the stage.

And performing on the stage of the music festival is the "game project" that Moonlight participated in——

Whoever gets the highest voice from the audience is the winner.

However, if the performance is bad, the punishment is also extremely horrific.

On the stage, the violinist, who was a little crazy, did not realize that his poor and chaotic performance had angered the audience, and the audience was booed.

They started muttering indignantly, and some even called for him to get off the stage.

However, this red-faced man was completely addicted to his performance, and seemed to be unaware of the audience's reaction at all.

His cheeks were flushed: too much "wort drink" had been drank, apparently.

The violinist has completely lost his sense of shame and morality, and is immersed in his own world, playing continuously.

Under the stage, there was the sound of a bellows beating.

Violinists were severely punished for failing to please the audience.

A trace of flame sprang from the gap on the floor, as if the red Shenmin was sticking out his tongue and constantly licking the sole of the player.

The violinist was like a dry grass, and the flames quickly ignited his body...

The strange thing is that ~www.readwn.com~ may be due to excessive drinking of wort drink, and he is completely ignorant of being ignited.

At this moment, the scene that emerged on the stage has caused the audience to start applauding again——

A man covered in flames, with thick smoke billowing from his body, but he didn't know that his life was burning fast, he was still playing the violin with enthusiasm, and his old leather shoes were still beating.

Under the stage, the audience finally became fanatical again, shouting and dancing loudly, applauding the performer who was rushing to hell...

Soon, the flames burned through his skin, dried his muscles, and even turned his face into a skeleton in flames.

The skeleton finally stopped playing and called the curtain with open hands, no cheeks to hide his teeth, and he seemed to be grinning - the violin and bow in his hands were too burnt.

Then, he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, turning into a bonfire on the stage.