Chapter 82 Sacrifice with ulterior motives
The fourth day of the opening of the ghost realm.
Carrying a large bag of things, Yang Fan took the elevator up to the highest floor of the building without haste. In front of the locked rooftop stairs, he grabbed the iron door with both hands and shook it vigorously.
"Clang, clang, clang~"
The iron door collided with the frame, making a messy and harsh buzzing sound. Soon, he saw a head popping out from the corner of the stairs, and then Wei Chuan walked down with a dark face.
In order to stay by the magic circle at all times, this player slept in the open on the rooftop. His hair was messy from sleeping, his eyes looked like the sleepiness of just waking up, and there were large amounts of dust on the sides of his clothes.
While taking out the key to open the door, he said: "Why don't you come up with high heels?"
Yang Fan replied briefly: "It's inconvenient."
Wei Chuanwu didn't When asked, he opened the door and closed it again, putting the keychain into his pocket.
The two stood in front of the door and began to discuss their next plan.
"The question now is, if I can recognize goodness as righteousness, and goodness as righteousness can also recognize me." Wei Chuanwu touched his hair, "Would it be too conspicuous if I shave my head, and let him observe me instead?" < br>
A person’s eyebrows and body shape are recognizable to a certain extent even if he is wearing a mask. But that's relative to acquaintances.
Wei Chuanwu and Shan thought they had only met each other once. They had changed their clothes and put on a mask, so they might not be able to recognize him.
“I’ve prepared everything, let’s make do with it.” Yang Fan shook the bag in his hand, “If your weapon is a sniper rifle, you don’t have to go to such trouble.”
The effective range of a revolver is generally within fifty meters, while the effective range of a sniper rifle is more than a kilometer. But Yang Fan just mentioned it casually, because the glass door of the dormitory building would also hinder sniping, but it was not as reliable as using a pistol at close range.
Yang Fan took out the blue logistics staff uniform from the bag and went to his room in the staff dormitory to get it out.
But first he picked up an electric shaver.
Wei Chuanwu looked at the sharp blade and couldn't help but worry: "Is your craft reliable?"
Yang Fan said with a smile: "Don't worry, you can question my skills. , but you have to believe in my character.”
In fact, Wei Miao has never had any experience in shaving people’s heads, but she has seen her brother’s head being shaved, so she has some experience on paper.
No matter how reluctant Wei Chuanwu was, he had to squat down and show off his hair: "I'm worried that you will shave off my scalp."
After a frightening and comforting back and forth. , Wei Chuanwu saved his Cheng Liang's scalp, but the appearance was a bit poor, and some of the hair was not shaved cleanly.
But Wei Chuanwu thanked God and said with lingering fear: "I feel like handing my head to you is like waiting for trial and having no control over my fate."
Although Yang Fan looked like He looked confident, but every time the razor scratched his head, he felt like he was being touched by death.
Wei Miao also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it didn't lead to a murder, otherwise the plan would have been ruined.
Although her skills are not good, she can always trust her stable hands after playing games for so many years.
The short black hair fell on the floor, and the white sweatshirt on Wei Chuanwu's body was also stained. Yang Fan handed him the work clothes and turned around consciously.
Wei Chuanwu quickly changed into clothes that were almost the right size, and then put on a white mask.
Even Yang Fan couldn't recognize it.
"You will go into 2 Zhai with me later. When I distribute supplies, stand behind me and register for the dormitory. I don't know how to do right by kindness, but I can still help. If you recognize him, please check in at the dormitory. Pull on my clothes when registering your dormitory name, and I will restrain him for you.”
On the way to the logistics office, Yang Fan said to Wei Chuanwu.
Wei Chuanwu: "Restrictions?" Yang Fan explained: "I will deliberately knock over the supply box and let him lower his head to pick it up. But the opportunity is short, you have to seize the opportunity!"
Wei Chuanwu praised: "This restriction is good, don't worry about me, I am already a veteran of gun games."
When Yang Fan pulled out the trailer from the logistics office, the supply boxes were neatly arranged The whole thing was piled up into a rectangular parallelepiped, and the two of them pushed it toward the 2nd building.
"Your revolver should only have 6 rounds of ammunition." Yang Fan mentioned it unintentionally.
Wei Chuanwu was silent for a moment and replied: "Yes, so my shots have some error tolerance. If something unexpected happens, I still need your cooperation."
Yang Fan: "After killing him, how will we escape?"
Wei Chuanwu turned to look at him in surprise: "I thought you were prepared, shouldn't we be safe on our own?"
Yang Fan smiled delicately: "I understand, everyone should run away, right?"
Wei Chuanwu: "Fleeing separately is always less risky than running together."
It seems that he has some means unknown to Wei Miao and is confident that he can escape safely.
As for Yang Fan, a mortal, Wei Miao has no tools to escape.
But as expected, Wei Chuanwu will help him solve this problem.
While the two were still on the road, a delicate and slender black high-heeled shoe stepped on the cement floor on the edge of the rooftop of the Tuzi Building.
Xia Ziyuan, wearing ordinary casual clothes with a calm face and high heels, walked toward the ritual circle.
A scarlet cross eye opened on her forehead, looking at the formation in front of her. After a day of fermentation, the strange atmosphere lingering here has reduced, and it is still as cool as the strong wind in autumn and winter.
The firelight of the red candle is not much different from the firelight of the white candle, but it is weaker than what was seen before.
This explains two things.
First, the supernatural beings fostered by the communication between the magic circles are absorbing the strange energy, which is a good thing. Second, the regular posts about supernatural beings on the forum have had the effect expected by the poster. People no longer have a strong fear of ghosts whose unknown veil has been lifted.
As a result, the fear weakened and the gap with the soul candle narrowed.
The unknown and death are undoubtedly the two major sources of fear. Nowadays, they have been ruined by a single post.
Xia Ziwan's tall figure stood in front of the magic circle, her hands clasped together, her big eyes blank, and the cold wind ruffled her soft hair.
She murmured in a low voice: "An unknown existence worthy of respect and worship, you are majestic and noble, knowledgeable and ancient. I am willing to sacrifice this useless body to you without asking for anything in return. I just want to be with God!”
Before he finished speaking, the green fireworks of the red and white candles twisted, stretched and jumped like green snakes.
The human skull in the center of the circle was covered with a strange black light, and a black mist swelled in the eye sockets, seeming to be staring directly at her.
The sinister wind lingering around her body suddenly turned into a bone-scraping blade, cutting the skin inch by inch, dissecting the texture, and whirling around with the smell of blood.
Black mist overflowed from the skull, mixed with green light, and slowly covered Xia Ziwan's body.
Looking against the light, the darkness of the human form slowly transformed into an indescribable puddle of filth, like oil-like mud, gradually flowing into the skull until it completely disappeared.
The sacrifice is done!
Although I can write more about this scene, if I write too much, the reviewers and readers will be disappointed, and it will easily be swallowed up by the river crab master.
(End of this chapter)