CHAPTER 431: CHAPTER 399: WAVE WIND

According to Andre’s description, he first teleported alone to the corner of the building complex, and during his exploration along the radar route, he saw the man from a distance.

The appearance of the man did not match any player participating in this exploration, so Andre evaded and avoided him directly. On his retreat, he felt his head slightly heated and stabbed with pain, and then he encountered Ozaki Aozora,

mistaking the other party for a non-human monster and directly attacked.

Ozaki Aozora’s description is similar.

’This isn’t good...’

The White Horse Tombstone furrowed his brow. Killing Field Players have developed to this day with thorough research on various forms of curses, poisonous insects, curses, and evil spells. The slum openly hosts several Black Magic shops,

often has real-world celebrities actively seeking evil mages to plant Gu Worms in their stomachs, ensuring they won’t gain weight no matter what they eat,

or invite spirits to enhance their acting skills while filming.

Correspondingly, the slum has many rich countermeasures against various curses. The basic package containing talismans, holy water, and protective talismans sells for only two hundred thirty game coins, and drops to 198 during holidays.

Ozaki Aozora, as a Puppet Master, certainly doesn’t lack money, and Andre, being a part of the Holy Temple Knights, with a Vatican background, is financially robust with no shortage of gear and items that can eliminate negative effects.

For the two of them to fall victim unknowingly, it can only prove one thing: the negative effect brought by that middle-aged man is close to a rule.

"Hey..."

The Red Driver suddenly lowered his voice, pointing towards the street on the right.

At the end of the road, a middle-aged man wearing pajamas, with disheveled hair and a neck wound deep enough to be fatal, staggered towards them holding a blood-stained knife, seemingly in a trance, barefoot.

Recalling the example of the Vietnamese Female Ghost earlier, White Horse Tombstone did not want to clash with the supernatural entities in the Secret Realm, immediately gestured to everyone to retreat actively.

A group silently backed away, including the Red Driver’s Pocket Monsters, which cleverly covered their mouths to avoid making any noise.

They retreated all the way to five streets away, where the middle-aged man was completely out of sight, and only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Beep—

At this moment, the walkie-talkie around everyone’s waist emitted a prompt sound, reminding them of a mass message from the Whale Song Guild.

"Hello, this is Whale Song’s [Binary Tree]. We have already found the entrance to the Hidden Room and have set up a radio station and temporary camp at the entrance. I am now sending the current explored Secret Realm map to everyone’s information terminal, which can be viewed in real time.

You can also find the coordinates of dangerous areas uploaded by others within the terminal.

Additionally, the creation of voice channels for private chats has been enabled."

It must be said, in the field of communication technology, Whale Song, composed of tech nerds and programmers, is indeed impressive, managing to set up a communication station in such a short time within the Secret Realm.

"Is there network?"

Gray Rain lit up, quickly pulling out over ten phones from his pocket to log into different mobile games for daily login rewards.

Li Cheng picked up the officially modeled walkie-talkie resembling the Huawei Pura series folding phone, opened the foldable screen, and checked the information.

The entire Secret Realm building complex covers an area of approximately 28,000 square kilometers, with a super giant pyramid at its center, also being the area with the strongest spiritual energy signal.

Beyond the pyramid, over eight hundred light points are scattered everywhere, each representing a player.

(The missing hundred plus people were either killed by the dangers of the Secret Realm or saw the situation was bad and withdrew directly.)

The remaining players logged in after voluntarily uploading coordinates to the map, marked dangerous locations with red pushpin-style icons.

"What do you say?"

White Horse Tombstone looked at Fuding Hualong, Ozaki Aozora, and others. They all have guilds. Now that the communication network is online, they could arrange to meet their own people.

"...I discussed with my colleagues from the Special Affairs Bureau, meeting up over by the pyramid."

Fuding Hualong said, "Currently, only 30% of the area has been mapped, and they’re scattered too far. We may as well head directly to the pyramid."

In the player’s power system, there are cultivation techniques that only reach maximum power with joint collaboration between two or more people,

such as Thundercloud Formation, Seven Star Sword Formation, Eye-to-eye Sword Technique, Dry Wood Fierce Fire Palm, etc.,

usually cultivated by brothers, fathers and sons, or couples, but if two same-sex stranger players accidentally bind to [Emotional Knife], it becomes awkward...

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"Me too."

The Red Driver nodded as well. As a Pokemon Trainer, he did not need to bind teammates.

"Alright, let me plan the route."

White Horse Tombstone swiped a few times on the map, called out for teammates along the way in the public channel.

Just as she was busy,

Woosh—

The air in front fluctuated, and that pajama-clad man with a butcher knife emerged out of nowhere, standing in front of White Horse Tombstone, his dazed eyes meeting hers.

The group was initially stunned, then quickly reacted,

the pajama man, like the Vietnamese woman and Gary Hoy, was looping through his pre-death imagery.

The difference was his loop time was longer, roaming area wider, and the loop starting point, unfortunately, was right on this street!

"Argh!"

The pajama man with the fatal neck cut burst into frenzied rage, raising the knife and charging at the group.

White Horse Tombstone was infuriated and laughed, her myriad words condensed into one, "Damn."

She picked up a heavy coffin with both hands, just like swinging a folding chair, and swung the coffin roundly towards the man.

Hum!

The man’s figure flickered like an old film, instantly crossing ten meters and appearing behind Andre, chopping down with the butcher knife.

Andre reacted swiftly, twisting his waist and turning, his two short swords locked against the butcher knife.

Clang!

The resilient short swords, forged by a top craftsman, quenched with Vatican holy water, and mixed with a tiny amount of Saint’s Ashes, were effortlessly cleaved by that ordinary knife bearing the Zwilling logo,

the blade sliced like a rampaging force, cutting into Andre’s shoulder blade, slicing through half his body like a hot knife through butter.

Blood gushed out,

Andre’s pupils suddenly contracted, his finely-honed martial arts and body instincts driving him to make a life-or-death struggle—slashing the broken sword towards the man before him.

Hum!

The man’s figure flickered again, dodging Andre’s sword edge and other player attacks, instantly teleporting behind Fuding Hualong, with a knife piercing through his heart.

This was termed ’piercing’ instead of ’stabbing’ because as he teleported, the man directly aligned the position of the butcher knife with Fuding Hualong’s heart.

The Red Driver felt a chilling sensation throughout his body. The pajama man’s butcher knife cut through iron like mud and was equipped with infinite teleportation, far more terrifying than the previous Vietnamese Female Ghost.

Point B a Namikaze Minato, I’m not kidding.

The Red Driver swiftly retreated, shouting: "Pikachu, quickly use..."

Before finishing his words, the pajama man’s figure flickered rapidly, Pikachu, Infernape, and Fire Fierce Beast received more than a dozen strikes, even the Pidgeot circling in the high sky had its wings cut, fluttering downwards.