After the prompt sound of loading the copy sounded, Yan Xingchen felt that he was dragged by a ubiquitous force, and he entered the other space in a dizzy way.

This feeling is the same as the previous two times he loaded the dungeon. He has been prepared for a headache.

But this time, he was just teleported in, and before he entered the dungeon, he was hit by a sharp headache.

The soul's pulling feeling was ten times a hundred times greater than the previous two times, and it hurt like someone putting his soul on the chopping board, holding a sharp blade, and carefully cutting his already incomplete soul into countless slices one by one.

It hurts so much.

Yan Xingchen groaned, bit his lower lip with his teeth, his eyes closed, and tried hard to suppress his mind that was about to lose control.

The prompt sound rang in his ears: [There are many copies of the start-up of this organization competition, and the loading time is long, please wait patiently.]

...Is it because the copy is too large?

But what does this have to do with him?

Loading, Yan Xingchen had a headache and could only think in a daze.

Could it be that there are too many dungeons and too large in scale? So when these players teleport in, the space is even more severe, which leads to his soul being pulled even more severely this time?

The headache is getting worse.

Yan Xingchen was not careful and bitten his lower lip and tasted a slight smell of blood on his tongue.

After a while, the prompt sound came late.

[The dungeon is loaded successfully, the player is loaded successfully, and the dungeon world is opened.]

Before Yan Xingchen opened his eyes, he felt a sudden light in his eyes.

The feeling of soul pulling gradually dissipated, and only the headache that was brought about was left was not completely relieved.

There were rustling sounds around him, and he seemed to be lying in the soft grass, with the thin grass lying on his skin that was not wrapped in clothes. There were sounds of people moving slightly on both sides, and he was not the only player here.

When the dungeon is first opened, the player will be given a very short buffer period, and there will be no life-threatening period during this period.

Yan Xingchen was still having a headache and suppressing his emotions that might be out of control at any time. He did not move, but just frowned, closed his eyes slightly, and listened attentively to a large number of prompt sounds that followed.

This dungeon must be more dangerous than the previous two dungeons, and he cannot miss any information.

[Dule name: The witch and the gods. Duplicate number: 142901. Duplicate type: Task copy. Players need to complete the dungeon task before they can end the dungeon and survive and leave.]

【Main mission: Killing God.】

[Due to the special circumstances of this dungeon, the dungeon turns on the competition mode at the same time. There are considerable number of evil spirits in the dungeon, and the player will participate in the hunting of spirits in units of organizations. If the player hunts an evil spirit, the player's organization will get one point, and the organization will rank from high to low with points. The deadline for ranking is determined by the completion time of the main task of the dungeon. At the moment when the main task is completed, all surviving players will be transmitted from the dungeon, and the ranking will also be stopped at the same time. The final reward will be determined by the plot point and the score obtained by the player's organization.]

[Players are advised that the next reminder is related to the most important part of the organization competition.]

[The copy you are in is one of the organization competition dungeons. Only this copy has a copy task. The other organization competition dungeons are simple competition mode.]

【Due to the particularity of this copy, the end time of the copy you are in will become the end time of all organizational copy.】

Yan Xingchen listened and felt a stern.

The main task is related to everyone's life and death, and the competition model is related to the purpose of the organization competition - organization ranking.

They must participate in the so-called "spirit hunting" while completing the main task and try to get higher scores.

In other words, players in this dungeon need to cooperate and compete.

Moreover, the main task is related to the time when the dungeon is over. Whoever can complete the main task has the right to end the ranking immediately.

The time they complete the mission also determines the end time of all organizational dynasties - including those super premium dynasties in which players in the top rankings participate.

Whoever can complete the main task as soon as possible in the witch and goddess sacrificial copy will have the right to end the organization competition involving all the famous and surnamed organizations in the cage.

Even though Yan Xingchen was in a very bad headache at the moment and could not investigate it, he thought about it carefully and realized the meaning of it.

The prompt sound said that the task is completed and the dungeon is over, and all rankings will solidify at that moment.

When the dungeon is in progress, the ranking must have been changing.

The dungeon he is in is ranked according to the scores of the hunting spirits. Other dungeons may have other ranking considerations, but no matter what, as the scores obtained by different organizations change, the first place may be replaced at all times.

Then, unless an organization can achieve a stable first-rate gap, if you want to get first, you must be in the first place at the end of the organizational competition.

In other words, the mission progress of the witches and priests dungeons is related to the ranking of the entire organizational competition!

The greater the impact, the more terrifying the difficulty.

Yan Xingchen vaguely felt something was wrong in his heart.

The first dungeon he entered was far more difficult than the first dungeon of other newcomers, and the second dungeon was even more difficult than the average numbered dungeon of 200,000, and even in the end it even increased the difficulty by accident.

This third copy directly put the greatest pressure on them, which should be the lowest-level copy in the organization competition.

The prompt sound continues.

[Copy live broadcast is on.]

[Players in the dungeon should cherish the live broadcast opportunity, abide by the Qiming Treaty at all times, and work hard to pass the level.]

[Please note that when the live broadcast of the new copy is turned on, in order to avoid the audience in the live broadcast room from not seeing the copy content, the default live view of all players is turned on. Your live view is currently in the automatic state. If the player does not want to turn it on, please turn it off by yourself.]

The prompt sound finally stopped, and the noisy sound around became more and more obvious.

Someone stepped across the haystack and walked to his side.

"Yan Xingchen?" was Xu Qianzhou's voice.

Xu Qianzhou grabbed his shoulder and shook him gently: "What's wrong with you? Why is there blood on your lips? This is just the beginning. Did you vomit blood when you load the copy?"

Yan Xingchen: "..."

I was terrified to death before I even started.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The dungeon was in the daytime, and the sky was very bright and suddenly pierced into his eyes.

He blinked quickly and sat up with his support.

He said: "I'm fine, I just had an old problem when I came in and had a headache."

Xu Qianzhou vaguely knew that Yan Xingchen would have a headache often, and he knew Yan Xingchen's data level. He was not very worried when he heard that, and nodded and said, "That's good. I woke up a little earlier than you, and I didn't see Qi Wuhua."

Yan Xingchen and Xu Qianzhou slowly stood up together and patted the grass on their bodies.

He looked around and saw that there were grass, trees, and mounds of soil. They were lying on a withered pile of grass before. The mountains and rivers here were beautiful, and they were not as mentioned in a prompt sound, where words such as evil spirits, witches, and sacrifices existed.

Xu Qianzhou squatted beside him, and there were two other people next to him. One was a woman with long hair shawls and a string of dark red beads in her hands, and the other was a young man in a dark blue suit.

There is indeed no figure of unpardoned.

There is no way there are only four people in the copy of the witch and priest. It seems that they have another gathering of places.

The woman with long hair looked very young, probably only in her early twenties. She was clearly wearing short-sleeved sleeves, but she was wearing a scarf. The scarf was tightly wrapped around her neck, and the two hanging down fell on her chest, almost occupying most of the sight of others when they first saw her. She was holding a few dice in her hand, her posture was very relaxed and her expression was calm. When Yan Xingchen looked over, she looked over.

When she waited, she met Yan Xingchen's gaze, smiled slightly, and handed him a tissue.

She pointed to the blood on the corner of Yan Xingchen's lips: "I heard that you are a sick person for a long time, but I didn't expect that teleporting into the dungeon would make you so tired. Look, wipe it."

Yan Xingchen's eyes moved slightly, and he said nothing, and raised his hand to take the tissue.

He was about to test the other party's background, and the man in the suit suddenly shouted: "Where is this here?? Who are you??"

Yan Xingchen paused.

The three of them present looked at each other and looked at the man in suit with a serious expression.

The man in the suit looked panicked, looked around for a while, took out a cell phone from his pocket, and slid his fingers around the screen of the phone irritably.

"What's going on? Why is there no signal..."

Players who have been in the cage for a few days will not be able to carry useless mobile phones with them. This person's mobile phone even has electricity.

——This is actually a pure new player who has entered the dungeon for the first time!!!

"Why is this happening..." Xu Qianzhou touched his chin, "Aren't the newcomer's first copy numbered more than 300,000?"

The long-haired woman glanced at him and said leisurely: "It is not a good thing to have pure newcomers appear in a copy of more than 100,000 numbers. This means that this copy requires a lot of lives to fill in. We players are not enough, so we directly arranged a group of pure newcomers who are not lucky to come in and die. - Are you stupid or not?"

After Xu Qianzhou was told this, his face froze and he stuttered a little: "I, I haven't met it before..."

"?" Yan Xingchen raised his hand and gently hit his elbow, "What's wrong with you? You usually talk to me a lot. She said you are stupid and you won't fight back?"

Xu Qianzhou whispered: "She is a woman..."

“??”

"I can't argue with my girl..."

“…”

He opened his mouth and said again: "Actually..."

"What?"

"never mind."

Xu Qianzhou held his glasses and said in confusion: "Are you not awake yet? Do you want to use some calming talisman? It will be very dangerous if the dungeon is not awake even after the dungeon begins."

“…”

Yan Xingchen still had a headache at this moment. He sighed, raised his hand, and rubbed his forehead.

The long-haired women are not in the same group, and the competition between players of the organizational competition dungeon is even more intense, but the long-haired women seem to care at all, and look at them calmly and calmly from beginning to end.

The man in a dark blue suit tinkered on his phone for a while, and then saw that the three of them were all very calm, and his face was even more frightened.

He looked away, raised his foot and ran to the nearest path.

Logically speaking, the first plot of every newcomer entering the cage must be crossing the river. After the inescapable despair and the dilemma of ghost-haired water plants on the boat, most of the people who survived already know their situation.

But their copy does not have a plot level that buffers the newcomers like this. This person may not know what he is in now.

Yan Xingchen and the others had never encountered such a situation. After the man in the suit ran away, the woman with long hair looked at the back of the man in the suit and whispered: "Do you want to bring him back first so as not to cause trouble?"

Xu Qianzhou said in a very gentle tone: "No, there are several people approaching, and their speed and walking are not like players with data base. They should be npc."

His mind power is high, obviously he heard it earlier than Yan Xingchen and the long-haired woman.

Yan Xingchen simply sat down on the haystack again, holding his cheek, closing his eyes to rest, and finally cleaning up his headache.

The long-haired woman had a smile on her lips, rubbed a few dice in her hands, and didn't say anything.

Sure enough, after a while, the man in the suit ran back in panic.

Behind him were four or five adult men dressed in rough fabrics and dressed in very sloppy styles.

Everyone was holding sharp weapons in their hands - □□, long knife, fork... their skin was yellow, as if they were exposed for a long time.

These people looked serious and had no murderous intention. They were not surprised to see Yan Xingchen and others.

The man in suit ran to the three of them and said in panic: "What the hell is going on? I was hit by a carrier pigeon on the way off work. Why are they here? Who are these people? They are still holding weapons..."

At this time, the four or five adult men had already walked in front of them.

"We are from Qingshan people. I heard that there have been heavy rains and mountain torrents recently, and people from other places have been displaced. Some people come to join us. The priest specifically asked us to come to the bottom of the mountain to pick you up the mountain," one of them walked forward and said politely, "Foreigners, if you have nowhere to go, you can come to Qingshan to take shelter first. However, there is something on the Qingshan Mountain recently, and it is especially uneasy at midnight. We are holding sacrifices. If the outsiders come, they need to follow the customs."

Something is at work?

Not peaceful in the middle of the night?

Sacrifice…?

As soon as the man finished speaking, a forced prompt sound rang.

[Players are asked to follow the Qingshan clan members to stay in the Qingshan clan.]

Yan Xingchen had already gained experience and had to follow this prompt sound. He also relieved his headache a lot at this moment. He didn't say much, and wiped the corner of his mouth with the tissue handed over by the long-haired woman, and raised his foot and followed.

Xu Qianzhou is the same as that woman with long hair.

The man in the suit failed to leave just now, but at this moment he heard the mysterious prompt sound again. He finally calmed down a little and could only follow them nervously.

When they woke up, they were at the foot of the mountain, and they were going to be at the gathering place of the Qingshan tribes halfway up the mountain.

On the way, the long-haired woman was too calm and just followed her up the mountain slowly, saying nothing, and doing nothing. The man looked quite from a big source and was likely to be hidden. Xu Qianzhou and Yan Xingchen were careful and did not reveal anything. They just exchanged their eyes, and Xu Qianzhou understood Yan Xingchen's meaning, walked to the Qingshan people and pointed at some questions indirectly.

It turned out that there were heavy rains some time ago. Not only were there many people in the foreign country displaced, but many people died in the Qingshan tribe who had been living on this green mountain.

The heavy rain washed down the mountain road and buried many people, and they could not even dig up their bodies.

I don’t know if too many people died of misfortune, but within a few days, the Qingshan tribe began to haunt.

Every midnight, there are always ghosts with tragic deaths in someone's home. Some people even die in a bad life the next day, and their eyes are dug off and fallen into their homes. □□ die of blood loss.

"Why is it eye-glazing?" Xu Qianzhou asked.

The Qingshan tribe member who was talking to Xu Qianzhou paused, showing a little displeasure, and just said lightly: "The foreigner will know then."

This sounds like perfunctory, but when I think about it carefully, I feel a little chilled.

If you don’t meet it, how could you know?

The man in the suit felt even weaker when he heard this. Yan Xingchen glanced at him, thought about it, and told the man about the situation in the cage.

He was good at pretending to be kind and kind. At first glance, he looked much less aggressive than Xu Qianzhou and the woman with long hair. In a few words, the man in the suit completely believed Yan Xingchen's words.

Because Yan Xingchen was the only person who took care of him and told him the situation, the man in the suit was very grateful to Yan Xingchen. In addition, Yan Xingchen looked very good-tempered, and he also relied on Yan Xingchen and asked Yan Xingchen questions from time to time.

Several people were walking on the road and ran into another pair of Qingshan tribe members who were also going to pick up "outsiders". There were also a few players in that team, and there were more pure new players, but there were actually three.

The others were not known to Yan Xingchen and Xu Qianzhou, but they all knew Yan Xingchen. Some looked straight, while others showed disdain.

Yan Xingchen was wearing a jacket this time, so he ignored them and put on his hat and walked up the mountain.

While observing the surroundings, he listened to the others exploring the Qingshan tribe.

Information, while answering the questions of the man in suits from time to time - it is not a big deal that requires attention. He has always been a person who violates him and will repay him a hundred times. If a person has no bad intentions, he will not be stingy with those who are doing nothing. The man in suits comes as soon as he enters the cage. The player in the front-row ranking of the newcomer period may not be able to save his life. He is already pitiful and sad, but he feels nothing is wrong with talking.

When they were about to reach the residence where the Qingshan tribesmen gathered, the long-haired woman looked at him all the way and smiled and said, "I am so patient. The one who went to the death is very unreasonable. How could you raise a little white rabbit like you who even cares about such a newcomer and waste?"

Before Yan Xingchen could answer, someone in another team sneered: "He is a waste himself."

Xu Qianzhou turned his head and wanted to fight back, but the sound from not far away pulled everyone's attention away.

Everyone looked at each other and they all calmed down.

Because they saw the vast crowd in front of them, and the round steps upwards in the center. Above the steps, a huge stone statue stood in it.

The stone statue is three or four people tall, and is in the shape of a person, with long hair fluttering, and the carved clothes are even rougher than the Qingshan people in front of them now. They are old and the hem of the dress rolls slightly, as if they are blown by the wind.

It faced them sideways, with a kind look on their faces, and seemed kind.

Around the stone statue, someone was beating various less common instruments and making ancient musical sounds.

The Qingshan tribe members said, "This is our sacrifice. Recently, there is no peace, so the priest chose the sacrifice of the gods today. Just take advantage of the arrival of the foreigners, and hold a sacrifice and ask about the gods. There are many people, and maybe the gods choose more."

After they finished speaking, they did not give Yan Xingchen and the others the opportunity to continue asking, and directly led Yan Xingchen and others forward.

The prompt tone of the copy sounded again at this time.

[Players are kindly asked to follow the Qingshan tribe members to watch the sacrifice. Please note that the Qingshan tribe’s sacrifice is not moved. After the player stands, please do not move at will. Violators will bear the consequences.]

Yan Xingchen frowned slightly.

There are few such forced prompt sounds in dungeons, and the appearance generally represents the danger of forced players to trigger them.

Moreover, this "violator is responsible for the consequences" is usually no different from death.

Xu Qianzhou cursed and sweared.

The Qingshan tribe led them to stand at a place below the altar, but did not leave, and stood aside with Yan Xingchen and others.

Yan Xingchen looked at him and saw many people with different clothes than the Qingshan tribe. Some were even shaking nervously, obviously they were pure new players like men in suits. Most of the rest looked serious and calm, and some could be on the front row of the newcomer rankings by looking at their characteristics.

As soon as he glanced at him, he saw Qi Wushe not far away. The man was still blindfolded, and he was taller than ordinary people. Even in such occasions, he was very eye-catching and could see it at a glance. He had high mindset and seemed to have noticed Yan Xingchen's gaze. When Yan Xingchen looked at him, the man turned his head slightly and faced his gaze.

The prompting sound told them not to move, and they could not meet at this time. Yan Xingchen and Qi Wushe silently met and looked away.

Judging from the current situation, the dungeon brought the players to a sacrifice from the beginning.

This sacrifice must be very important.

Not only is it very important, it is very likely that they have entered the trigger of death but have not noticed it.

On the altar, the sacrifice continues.

The stone statue stands in the center of the altar, and there is a cross-shaped wooden frame standing next to it.

The light of the day suddenly became a little dimmed, and the clouds in the sky were woven. In front of the stone statue, a woman wearing a mask and dressed in a pretty gorgeous dress picked up a silver bowl the size of two human heads, slowly raised her toes, reached the hands of the stone statue, and poured out the things from the silver bowl to the hands of the stone statue.

The players present changed their expressions more or less.

——It’s blood!!

This so-called sacrifice is said to be a sacrifice to the gods,

It's such a cruel thing!

The moment the blood poured into the stone statue's hand, the Qingshan tribes under the altar sang in a low voice, and all of them sang in a low voice.

The sacrificial music was as soft and smooth as it was, but it had a rhythm that pierced the eardrums. The sound of the song and the smell of blood were mixed together, wrapping up all the players present. No one dared to speak at this time. Even the pure new players who were still unwilling to believe that they entered the dungeon closed their mouths in horror.

Xu Qianzhou listened and murmured to himself: "How come this song is so tingling, it makes people feel numb..."

Before he finished speaking, before the stone statue, the blood poured out of the silver bowl actually flowed down from the steps in one direction, following the traces of the gullies on the altar!

Only then did everyone realize that the altar traveling far away was surrounded by layers of steps. The steps were not flat, and there were many water marks on it that seemed to be washed out by something.

A large bowl of blood flowed down from the stone statue's hand in one direction, flowing into these water marks, and slowly flowing down one place along the water marks.

In this direction...

It seems to be the direction where Yan Xingchen and the others are!

The long-haired women put away their smiles and paused with their hands on dice.

"Not quite right..."

Yan Xingchen had already grasped the golden tear on his wrist.

Xu Qianzhou pushed his glasses and looked alert.

The long-haired women stood straight and tight.

Experienced players can still remain calm and observe clues. The man in suit next to Yan Xingchen has just entered the dungeon, but where have you ever seen such a scene?

That was a large pot of blood flowing.

His legs became weak and he almost staggered and fell to the ground.

Xu Qianzhou raised his hand and helped him. The man in the suit pushed him away and said tremblingly: "No, I, I want to run... What the hell is this..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood was just falling down and flowing to the man in the suit!

The music suddenly stopped.

Above the altar, a woman in a gorgeous costume looked here.

The Qingshan tribe all looked in this direction.

The man in the suit took two steps back, staggered, and sat down on the ground.

He was sweating all over his head, and stood up on the ground and turned around and was about to run.

I heard the woman in a gorgeous costume shouting on the altar: "Great foreigner, the witch has chosen you to complete this sacrifice, please come up."

"I don't……"

"The choice of the witch represents the choice of the gods. The gods like you, so please follow the customs."

Follow the customs of the countryside.

This was said meaningfully when the Qingshan tribe picked them up.

Yan Xingchen vaguely felt something was wrong.

Countless pairs of eyes looked in this direction.

Before the man in the suit responded, a few Qingshan tribe members pushed the crowd away and walked to the man in the suit, and without any explanation, he raised him up and lifted him on the altar!

"What are you doing? Let go, let me go..."

"Kidnapping is illegal!!!"

"What are you doing!?? What are you doing!??? Take it, take it and take the surgery... no... don't..."

The man in suit was taken directly to the stone statue by those people, and pressed him on the wooden frame of the cross.

That was actually a punishment frame.

Several Qingshan tribe members were very skilled in this and did not hear the man in suit yelling at all, and tied his limbs firmly to the torture frame.

Players are observing, the newcomers are fearing, and the Qingshan tribe members are looking at the stone statue devoutly.

The woman wearing a mask had a crisp voice and a little smile: "The gods have chosen you, please follow the customs."

A Qingshan tribe member raised his long sword.

All players present

Expected a possible scenario in the next moment.

The pure new players screamed in fear, leaving their eyes aside. Some experienced players watched all this silently, and even stared at the man in suit, taking the situation he was about to face as a clue without compassion.

The man in suit turned his head in horror and looked at Yan Xingchen.

Yan Xingchen was the only person he had talked to after entering the dungeon, and he only knew Yan Xingchen.

At this moment, he was weak all over, looking at Yan Xingchen as if he was looking at a life-saving straw, and shouted tremblingly: "Help...Help!!! Save me-ah!!!!"

The call for help came to an abrupt end.

The long sword stabbed into his left eye!!

Amid the shrill screams, blood splashed out, and the man who was gouging his eyes was not fluctuating at all. He raised his sword with his long knife and fell. The blade flashed, and he pierced it into the right eye of the man in the suit again skillfully!!

Everything is just a few seconds.

A minute ago, the man in a suit was standing beside Yan Xingchen.

Now……

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Two eyeballs rolled to the ground and immediately got dusted.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger in the screams.

Yan Xingchen's face was still pale because of the previous headache.

He looked up ahead with a pale face and frowned, as if he was frightened.

The moment the man in the suit was goued out of his eyes, the woman in a gorgeous costume who was wearing a mask turned her head here.
Chapter completed!