“Well… based on our experience so far, when we ‘discover’ something, a monster, or an event, it triggers…” Feng Bujue only said half of what he was thinking…

The “corpse” before them suddenly stood up, and at the same time, an eerie laughter drilled into the ears of the five.

Its head slowly rose, gradually revealing a face still shrouded in a ghastly, stagnant shadow under the flashlight's beam. Its features were barely discernible, and its skin was the color of lead.

“Is he not dead?” Long Aomin whispered.

“Not dead?” Feng Bujue stepped aside, moving in front of Long Aomin, and walked toward the seemingly reanimated corpse. “That’s easy to explain then. That lewd laughter from just now must be this survivor’s overjoyed reaction to being discovered.” He always wore goggles, and at this moment he knew very well that the other party’s target of hatred was himself.

Seeing Feng Bujue approaching quickly, the monster immediately made a second response.

“Ah–” Jimo suddenly screamed from behind.

Not just her, but even Gudu was startled, letting out a cry. Wang Tanzhi’s scream choked in his throat, unable to come out at all. He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his heart stopped for a few seconds. Only Long Aomin’s reaction was relatively normal, but even he had goosebumps all over and sucked in a cold breath.

The surrounding walls of the pipe extended countless festering arms, black and ghastly, sinister and terrifying. A tidal wave of moans and groans instantly filled the sewers.

Jimo retreated in panic, blindly swinging the golf club in her hand with her eyes closed. Gudu stepped forward to stop her, but was almost hit several times.

Wang Tanzhi was almost frightened silly, his eyes wide, not daring to move at all. The hand gripping the knife was trembling, his palm already full of sweat.

A few seconds later, Long Aomin shouted, “It’s all an illusion! Don’t move!” He hadn’t lost his ability to think, and immediately realized that those arms were just phantoms, because he saw some of the arms extending from the ground pass through his calves, but he didn’t feel anything unusual.

“Even if they’re real, they can’t touch us!” Long Aomin shouted again.

Jimo calmed down a little. Gudu grabbed her and comforted her softly. Although he was also terrified, seeing his girlfriend so panicked, he became calmer. He repeatedly told himself that this was just a game, and even the most terrifying scene was only temporary and fake.

Ten meters away, Feng Bujue had already walked up to the monster in a leisurely manner. Those terrifying images and sounds had not affected him in the slightest, and he didn’t even blink. He held a baseball bat in his hand and even moved his neck a few times, posing as if he was ready to swing the bat and hit the ball.

Seeing that the other party was completely immune to this, the monster used a third response.

It instantly transformed from a male corpse wearing dirty clothes into a living beauty… She looked to be in her twenties, wearing a black halter dress, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her skin as white as snow, her soft breasts half-exposed, her slender legs faintly visible at the edge of the skirt, and her brows revealed endless charm.

Feng Bujue froze for a second, and then, he actually put the baseball bat back into his knapsack.

The male teammates behind him all cast contemptuous glances at him, although they understood him in their hearts…

“Almost forgot…” Feng Bujue had just put away the baseball bat when he directly took out a pipe wrench from his knapsack. “Since it’s a humanoid creature, choosing this weapon with a bonus effect to attack will also earn me skill points.” He said casually, raising the pipe wrench and smashing it towards the monster’s head.

Bang, bang, bang…

The pipe wrench repeatedly smashed into the monster’s skull, black blood spurting out, a shocking sight. The moment Feng Bujue hit its physical form, the monster’s appearance changed back to its original blue-faced corpse appearance, and the surrounding illusions disappeared as the monster suffered heavy damage.

The four behind him silently watched Feng Bujue’s efficient, decisive, and inhumane attack. The scare value of three of them could not stabilize, because they were thinking wildly, mainly thinking about whether the three words “Feng Bujue” (疯不觉) hid some deeper information…

After the monster’s head was completely smashed, Feng Bujue reached into the corpse’s upper pocket and rummaged around, obtaining the Wood Key. Its item description was almost the same as the Fire Key.

[Current task completed, main task updated]

After picking up the key, the task on the right side was checked off, and a new line of tasks appeared: [Return to the Demon Gate and restore the seal]

“Done, let’s go.” Feng Bujue said as he turned around.

“Um… Brother Feng…” Long Aomin said, “How did you know this monster was so… vulnerable?”

“I knew it as soon as it stood up.” Feng Bujue replied, “When those arms appeared, I was even more certain. This kind of monster is obviously used to test players’ scare value. If the people in the team are afraid and dare not approach rashly, the various illusions will gradually escalate. Even if it doesn’t scare people into disconnecting, at least it will make the evaluation at the end very bad.” He paused. “When it turned into a beauty, it meant that it had exhausted its tricks and could only delay time by turning into something sexually attractive to me.” He suddenly touched his chin and said, “Wait… how does this system know my sexual orientation? If I were gay or bisexual, what would it turn into…”

Gudu said at this time, “When you log into the forum with your ID, shouldn’t there be this question in the user information you need to fill out?”

“Because the game company has my data, the system ‘knows’ it…” Feng Bujue pondered. “Okay, let’s hurry back.”

…………

On the way back, the five tried to speed up as much as possible. They could all vaguely feel that this script would not end like this. Even if the final Boss named Samodir did not appear or could not appear, there should be a powerful demon as the final Boss to appear.

At this moment, it was impossible to reach the gate before the next darkness descended, but at least they had to ensure that the final Boss would not be strengthened by the next darkness.

Sure enough, when the five were still halfway back to the square, darkness descended. This was the fourth time since they entered the script. Including the ten minutes before the first darkness, they had been in this script for nearly two hours.

When the fourth darkness descended, they didn’t even hear any sound, no breathing, no whispers, and no laughter. Feng Bujue felt that this was not a good sign. In this kind of horror game, every abnormal change that broke the rules foreshadowed that the situation was developing in a terrible direction.

Three minutes after this darkness passed, they returned to the square. Even Long Aomin was a little out of breath at this moment. After nearly two hours of running, fighting, walking for a long time, moving things, etc… everyone’s stamina had been greatly consumed.

Gudu and Jimo each consumed more than 400 stamina. They were level seven and six respectively. Including the stamina recovered from intermittent rests, they still had more than 200 to use. Long Aomin had consumed the most. The [Lightning Rush] when encountering the baby monster alone burned him 300 stamina. Plus, he was basically the one holding the line when fighting the blood corpses. The total consumption had exceeded 700. In fact, this was considered little, because due to non-explicit attributes, he consumed less stamina when running than others. The same was true in combat. The gap gradually accumulated. Adding the recovered stamina, he still had 289/1000 left to use.

Compared to the above three, Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi, these two level five guys, had even participated in combat, and their stamina could still have dozens of points left at this moment. It was simply a miracle.

“The task has been updated, we should be able to use the keys, right?” Wang Tanzhi said, panting heavily.

Feng Bujue walked to the front of the five, facing the door, took out the two keys, and placed them on his hands, approaching the door. After dozens of seconds, nothing was triggered.

“Something’s wrong…” Long Aomin said when he saw this, “Why is there still no reaction?”

“No… I think something has already happened.” Feng Bujue looked into the distance, “Look.”

The square was very open, and they could see hundreds of meters around. At this moment, from the various streets of the city, hundreds or thousands of monsters were pouring out. Their appearances were bizarre, but they could basically be divided into two categories: ferocious and violent, and sinister and grotesque.

These monsters walked very slowly. Their appearance undoubtedly created a desperate atmosphere. When the feeling of despair was slowed down, it would make people even more afraid.

“How is this possible? Did we do something wrong?” Gudu panicked, and his voice involuntarily rose, “Isn’t this situation a guaranteed death?”

Feng Bujue also felt that the development before him was somewhat unexpected. He said, “Samodir cannot approach the key or the seal on this door. He cannot personally come out to kill us. Demons are also unwilling to approach here. They are not afraid of the key, but they must be afraid of this door, or… afraid of returning to the realm on the other side of the door, so there is not a single demon wandering in this huge square.” He wanted to stabilize the situation with these words first, “Now they are approaching here, it is a last resort. Let’s stand as close to the door as possible and see what happens first.”

“What if they don’t care about the Demon Gate and pounce on us directly?” Long Aomin said.

“Then we’ll retreat into the door.” Feng Bujue said.

“Brother Jue… that’s the ‘Demon Realm’! What if there are more monsters on the other side?” Wang Tanzhi said.

“That’s not necessarily the case. I suspect the other side of the door is similar to a prison. Now that the prisoners have all escaped, maybe it’s already empty inside. Besides… what’s the difference between dying there and dying here?” Feng Bujue replied, “Anyway, it’s just returning to the login space.”

The five quickly retreated to the door, standing back to back with the Demon Gate. Feng Bujue was still thinking about the beginning and end of this script in his mind… What he cared about more was the tree monster’s statement about “cycle.” What kind of cycle was this city, which had been extracted from reality, experiencing? Maybe solving this mystery could reveal some of Samodir’s rules or weaknesses, or a way to restore the seal…

Numerous clues intertwined and deduced in his mind. Feng Bujue didn’t have much time left. He reorganized his thoughts in his heart: “A puddle isolated from the river of time… darkness every half hour… the disappearance of whispers in the darkness…”