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Chapter 269

Words:1699Update:22/06/20 02:57:15

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As Lie Mengmeng had said, the zombies in Escape were divided into three categories: minions, fatties, and the last category, Voldemort. Like in conventional zombie blockbusters, zombies lacked intelligence. The reason why Voldemort was ranked the highest in the game wasn't just because of its extremely fast movement speed; the most important thing was that Voldemort still retained some intelligence and knew how to judge danger.

So the moment it met Wang Ling's gaze …

The Voldemort's thoughts began to spin, and the scenes in its mind flashed past like a movie. It was often said that no matter what kind of creature it was, some beautiful things would flash before their eyes when they faced death …

But this Voldemort very quickly came to its senses. At the same time, sweat poured out like a fountain, and it began to avert Wang Ling's gaze, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

That was just a teenager who didn't seem to have any lethality … but intuition told Voldemort that this person was very dangerous and that it would die!

In that instant, Voldemort felt a great sense of oppression. Every step Wang Ling took toward it made it feel an invisible pressure, as if an invisible force was strangling its throat … So in the next moment, Voldemort made a decision — hide in the cabinet!

As for why it hid in the cabinet …

Because the game itself was designed this way. Apart from some traps in the game's plot, cabinets in the early stages of the game were basically safe zones.

Thus, Voldemort felt very safe hiding in the cabinet.

But very quickly, this Voldemort died …

Lie Mengmeng didn't even see how it had died at all.

He just saw Wang Ling open the cabinet from a distance of about two or three meters away. Wang Ling gently squeezed his palm, and with a bang, green blood directly burst out.

Although Lie Mengmeng didn't understand exactly what had happened, he could basically tell that this was probably the legendary "open cabinet kill" …

But it seemed like the plot was the other way around!

According to the game's plot, shouldn't it be the zombies who open the cabinet …

Open cabinet kill also had to follow the basic rules!





After dealing with this Voldemort, Wang Ling gently placed his hands on Fatty Luo and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's shoulders. In a flash, the after-effects of not paying attention to replenishing his spirit energy, which had resulted in him using up too much spirit energy, instantly disappeared.

"I've recovered!"

Fatty Luo clenched his fists and once again sighed in his heart at Wang Ling's strength.

Although people in the circle had always called Wang Ling a Perfected Person, Fatty Luo had once doubted Wang Ling's true realm … or rather, his true strength, which was far from being as simple as a Perfected Person.

In the habitual thinking of most cultivators, the level represented everything, but in fact, it was not. Every cultivator had their own latent source of power. This source of power would not normally be triggered, but it could often display great power at critical moments. Because of this, the cultivation world had always been full of all kinds of legends about people who could fight beyond their level...

As for how great Wang Ling's potential source of power was … both Fatty Luo and Grenade-Throwing felt that it was a mystery.

Wang Ling looked ahead. The originally empty corridor was littered with broken corpses, and the walls were stained red with blood from the explosion. This scene was extremely impactful.

Lie Mengmeng didn't know exactly what had happened … he only knew that he and Wang Ling seemed to have gotten into trouble together. However, this was a matter of the cultivation circle after all, and Lie Mengmeng felt that it was too far away from him. And no matter what happened, the most important thing now was that he couldn't leave.

Lie Mengmeng frowned and looked a little worried.

"Brother Song, just think of this as a game. Leave the rest to us, "Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal comforted him on the side.

Lie Mengmeng swallowed and his Adam's apple bobbed as he said, "We've taken care of this bunch of minions on the first floor. Let's go to that crazy woman's husband's ward first and see if there are any other clues."

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo nodded, and under Lie Mengmeng's lead, they hurried to the second floor of the hospital.

Lie Mengmeng was the only person who had played the demo version of this game. Although it was just a simplified version of the plot, the game map was the same, and he was relatively familiar with the environment.

Along the way, Lie Mengmeng didn't know why his footsteps had become a lot lighter. When he walked, he felt as if there was a force supporting him under his feet. Even the feeling of stepping on the ground had become different. There was a kind of soft and soft feeling. Furthermore, he realized that the puncture on the back of his hand, which had been pricked by the needle outside the hospital, had actually healed.

In fact, this was the effect of the protective light membrane that Wang Ling had cast on him.

Although Lie Mengmeng was wearing long johns, his head, hands and feet weren't protected. Wang Ling didn't know what other accidents might happen in this situation, so he simply wrapped a membrane around Lie Mengmeng.

As long as this membrane wasn't pierced, there was no need to worry about Lie Mengmeng's safety at all.





When they reached the top of the stairs to the second floor, Lie Mengmeng held the night-vision camera and looked at the wall strangely. He noticed that there was something on the wall that looked like a pattern, but in the demo version, it had clearly been a white wall.

"Hm … I don't think I've seen this before." Lie Mengmeng pointed at the pattern.

Fatty Luo also noticed it, and his eyes instantly narrowed.

Because this pattern wasn't simple.

Wang Ling took a closer look and saw that under the seemingly messy and disorderly arrangement, all the patterns had been arranged in an orderly fashion to form an array pattern. This was a complicated operation that could only be used when setting up a huge array.

Wang Ling seemed to have already understood the trick of the game's illusion spell.

After the USB drive had been linked to the computer, the powerful illusion spell that the other party had refracted through the computer screen was actually just a pretense; the real end point was the Taoist spell array that had been implanted in the game. This kind of array could turn an illusory world into an independent space.

In other words, the game world they were currently in was actually a real space that had been transformed by an array. It was a little similar to a small world, but its spatial structure and nomological laws were simpler.

Furthermore, through this array pattern, Wang Ling could already confirm Fatty Luo's previous guess.

They weren't the only group that had been sucked into this game space.

The space formed by this array was a parallel structure, and there were other people in the same environment but in a different space.

Wang Ling gazed deeply at this array pattern, and Fatty Luo and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal were also lost in deep thought.

Fatty Luo stretched out his hand and gently stroked it; he could clearly feel a bump on the surface.

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