Moving his feet became more and more difficult, and his shoulders became heavier and heavier.
Even the air that entered his lungs became extremely cold, and it caused him to shiver uncontrollably.
An inexplicable sense of oppression expanded within a few seconds, and it made it impossible for him to escape.
When Flying Horse arrived before the dead body, he was completely enveloped by fear …
He wanted to turn around to check on his teammates, but he found that he couldn't move his eyes away … His eyes were glued to the face of the corpse, and his hands were frozen in place uncontrollably, maintaining the upward tilt of the flashlight.
At that moment, a deathly silence descended.
Flying Horse suddenly could not even hear the sound of his own breathing … It was as if he was standing in a frozen world. His body was shrouded in darkness, and his heart was taken over by fear.
It was also at that moment that the dead body … stopped moving.
He slowly lifted his head to reveal the face that was hidden in the shadows.
Two murky eyeballs moved under his eyelids, and the tongue that dangled from his lips dripped with saliva.
He grinned at Flying Horse, but he did not speak.
After a few seconds, his fingers twitched twice, and then his whole arm started to move.
Then … the dead body raised both of his hands and tried to untie the rope around his neck.
But he could not do so … because the rope was too tight.
"Er … Ah …" Several muffled and muffled groans escaped from his throat. It sounded like he was in pain.
After a few failed attempts, he started to use his nails to scratch at his own neck …
The sound of flesh being cut by nails was interesting; it had a 'muddy' feel to it.
It did not take long for the dead body's neck to become a bloody mess. But he did not give up, and he scratched even harder …
Blood constantly splashed out and dripped onto Sky Steed's face and body.
Finally, a large droplet of blood landed on the glass of the flashlight. And so … everything before Brony's eyes turned bright red.
The red light, the dark stage, the gory performance, and the trembling audience.
Witnessing this vivid scene at such a close distance undoubtedly increased Flying Horse's Terror Points, but he could not resist … because he had completely lost control of his body, and he could not even close his eyes.
…
"What's wrong with him?" Hong Hu, who was standing in the distance, asked in a worried tone.
"Hmm … Did you find some clues?" Atobe asked.
In their line of sight, the hanging corpse dozens of meters away was still floating in the air. Unrestrained Pegasus was standing two meters away from the corpse with a flashlight in his hand.
"Something's wrong … He's been standing still for two minutes," Feng Bujue said with a serious expression. "I suspect … he's been hit by a skill."
"Is it some kind of immobilizing skill?" Hong Hu asked as he looked over. "But after immobilizing Flying Pegasus, the 'hanging corpse' didn't launch any follow-up attacks …"
"Perhaps … the monster itself cannot move when it activates its skill?" Atobe guessed.
"That makes sense …" Hong Hu said. "Then should we …" He turned to look at Feng Bujue. "Go up and help?"
"Yes, we have to go … but it's best if we don't go together." Feng Bujue said. "Think about it … if this is an area-of-effect skill and will affect everyone who enters its range, then we might be wiped out here."
"Then … should we go with one more person?" Atobe asked.
"No, two," Feng Bujue answered and turned to look at Hong Hu. "I'll go with Atobe; you stay here."
Hong Hu thought about it for two seconds. "You mean … if the situation changes …"
"… you'll attack from afar." Feng Bujue continued Hong Hu's sentence. "Use the light arrow to hit the hanging corpse."
"What if the problem is still not solved after I hit it?" Hong Hu asked.
"Then you'll have to act according to the situation," Feng Bujue said.
"Okay …" Hong Hu pushed his glasses up and replied rather helplessly.
Hong Hu understood that Feng Bujue had given it a lot of thought before deciding to have him stay. The words "act according to the circumstances" implied a great deal of trust.
"Okay, then … Atobe." Brother Jue patted Atobe on his shoulder and signaled, "Follow me." Before he finished, he had already walked out.
"Hey! Aren't you going to ask for my opinion first? "Atobe growled in a whisper." I haven't agreed to go with you! "
Feng Bujue heard that and slammed on the brakes. He turned to look at the man out of the corner of his eyes. "Are you f * cking coming or not?"
In a way, Brother Jue's question was indeed asking for his opinion.
"Er … I'm coming …" Atobe hesitated for two seconds before grabbing the flashlight to follow.
"If you're coming, then hurry up," Feng Bujue replied before turning to move forward again.
He kept his eyes on the six paths, his ears on the eight directions, and he moved swiftly with the flashlight in his hand. In just a few moments, he was already behind Flying Horse …
In Feng Bujue's eyes, the dead body did not become alive, and he did not purposely use the flashlight to shine on the body's face.
"Hey, Brother Ma." Feng Bujue used less than ten seconds to reach one meter behind Flying Horse and called out softly, "It's me, what's wrong?"
The two sentences left his mouth, but the man did not respond at all.
Feng Bujue immediately turned around to say something to Atobe, but to his surprise …
"Hmm?" Brother Jue turned back and realized that there was only darkness behind him. There was no one there.
At that moment, a chill crept up his spine …
This was definitely not a psychological effect (Brother Jue was confident about that) but an actual chill.
"Ha …" Facing this creepy situation, Feng Bujue actually laughed. "So, that's how it is …" he mumbled to himself. "So, this is the power …"
Then, he turned around and reached out to grab Flying Horse's shoulder.
But … just as his hand touched Brother Ma's body, the latter's head fell off and rolled to the ground …
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue looked at the head that was covered in blood and said in a relaxed tone, "Interesting … Anything else?"
"You seem to be …" The dead body that hung from the ceiling finally spoke. "… different from the rest."
"Oh? Why do you say that? " Feng Bujue walked around 'Brother Ma' like he was taking a stroll in the park and walked to the dead body.
"The fear in your heart …" the dead body replied, "can't be induced …"
"Do I need you to tell me that?" Feng Bujue laughed. "And I thought … you were going to say that I'm 'very handsome' or something like that."
"Humph … Don't get cocky …" The dead body scoffed. "You're still under my control …"
…
Rewinding time …
Turning back to Atobe's perspective one minute ago …
He grabbed the flashlight and followed Brother Jue.
They did not speak along the way, and in less than ten seconds, the two were close to Flying Horse and the hanging dead body.
"Hey, are you okay?" 'Feng Bujue' said as he reached out to grab 'Brother Ma's' shoulder. But the latter's head fell from his neck without warning and fell to the ground.
Instantly, large amounts of blood poured out from Flying Horse's wound, and it felt like it was raining blood.
Faced with this sudden change, Atobe was naturally spooked. He did not know what to do.
Right then, the headless body of 'Flying Horse' started to move …
He turned around and used the bloody flashlight in his hand to shine at 'Feng Bujue'.
When the red light touched 'Feng Bujue', he groaned in pain, and his body dissolved into a pool of blood under the light …
"Ah!" Seeing this, Atobe screamed.
As the saying goes, extreme joy begets sorrow, and extreme fear begets anger. Atobe obviously belonged to the latter.
Driven by fear, he lost all rational thought and followed his instincts to rush forward …
At that moment, the only thought in Atobe's mind was, That headless' Flying Horse 'is definitely not the real person. He has already killed Feng Bujue, so I can't just sit here and wait for my death!
After making the decision to attack, Atobe reached into his backpack to take out a weapon.
But …
"What's going on?" Atobe's face blanched because he suddenly realized that his backpack was empty …
"How is this possible?" Atobe quickly opened the game menu to check, but he realized with a shock that not only was his backpack empty, even his skill tab was empty …
His heart and pupils shrunk at that moment. He moved his gaze up to look at the team tab, and he saw this sentence. No one can save you.
Atobe could not believe his eyes. He turned to the status tab and saw that … his Life Points, Stamina Points, and Sorcery Points were all empty, and his level showed that he was level 1.
"Hahaha …" Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter.
Atobe shivered and took two steps back before raising his head to look at the source of the laughter.
It was the dead body hanging in midair who was laughing, and he was laughing with such satisfaction …
Several seconds later, the dead body raised his head to say, "Don't worry, you still have a partner …" He paused before adding darkly, "He is now behind you."
Pa!
Almost as soon as the word 'behind' left his lips, a bloody hand grabbed Atobe's shoulder.
"Don't turn around!" Hong Hu's firm voice rang out. "Listen to me, Atobe, there's no need to be afraid. This is all an illusion."
That calmed Atobe down slightly. He nodded. "Then, what should I do?"
"Don't panic, take a look at the quest tab first," Hong Hu said. "Just follow the instructions."
"Okay." Atobe forced himself to answer calmly. At the same time, he opened the game menu again and entered the quest tab.
Who would have thought that … in the quest tab, it was a sheet of white, and there was a sentence written in blood in the middle of it. 'Come to the netherworld to accompany us …'
At the same time, 'Hong Hu's' voice turned into a mournful wail. "Have you finished reading? Quick, follow the instructions …"
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