Aike's originally tense body suddenly relaxed, and he fell directly to the ground. His face was filled with cold sweat from being scared out of nowhere.
Fortunately, the factory director didn't trick her behind her back, otherwise she might have finished her fun.
Hongyan looked at Ai Ke weakly and fell to the ground with cold eyes. She did not feel the slightest bit sorry for her behavior just now.
After all, in a thriller game, your gullibility may put you in an impossible situation.
Hong Yan is not stupid. She believes that the only person in this world who can be trusted is herself, and others may decisively betray her at any time because of other interests.
"I'm sorry, I'm thinking of the overall situation." Hong Yan dropped these words lightly and continued walking towards the front of the props, leaving only Aike with a pair of red eyes.
Ai Ke didn't notice that her hands were clenching the hem of her clothes. Even if she was the kind of person with very low emotional intelligence, she could feel Hong Yan's contempt for her.
Jian Yao also felt that the atmosphere between the two of them seemed to have solidified. She could only pat Ai Ke on the shoulder, indicating that she should take the time to stand up and follow their pace.
The factory director looked at the picture on the monitor screen and fell into deep thought for a long time. She didn't understand how things developed like this.
When the humans she met in the past heard her say that they could survive by being undercover, they immediately agreed, and each one was more ruthless than the last when they struck. Why did she make a mistake this time?
Jian Yao and the others walked around along the road ahead several times, and then returned to where they were just now.
When they looked at a lit button and an unlit button on the ground, they knew they were back to where they started.
"It feels like the road here has been walked before. Could it be that this road is actually a connected circle? Just like the number 8."
Wujiu was a little tired from walking, so he leaned down and supported his knees. To be honest, he wanted to sit down on the ground.
Jian Yao also thinks that Wu Jiu's words are very reasonable. It seems that they have to turn back, that is, go back to the place where the doll fell and take another path that they have not taken. Maybe that one is the right path.
After Jian Yao and the others returned to their previous location, they found that the doll originally lying in the corner was gone, replaced by a sword that shone silver under the light.
A line of sharp fonts was engraved on the wall above the sword, leaving a deep mark on the black wall and black powder on the ground.
"This is the sword given by the gods. You can pierce the heart of the witch with it." Wu Jiu read the words on the wall and subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the hilt of the sword.
But as soon as the skin of his palm touched the hilt of the sword, he immediately felt a sharp sense of rejection and pain.
"ah!"
The severe pain immediately made him scream out. He didn't expect it to be so painful, and he didn't even have time to react.
Hot white smoke came out of his palm, and he immediately let go of the hilt of the sword, but there was still a burn mark in the shape of the hilt on his palm.
Some burnt flesh proved that the sword did not belong to him.
Jian Yao glanced at the sword. It was inserted into the floor. Only half of the sword tip was submerged under the ground, but it still stood firmly on the ground.
There is also a black mark on the tip of the other half of the sword. It seems that it is the tool that left the line of writing on the wall.
Hong Yan and Ai Ke also imitated Wu Jiu and tried to pull the sword out of the ground, but as soon as their skin touched the sword hilt, a scar was immediately burned by the sword hilt.
Even if they tried to pick up the sword through a layer of clothing, the result would be the same. Not only were their clothes burned, but the injuries on their palms became more serious.
Wujiu covered his aching palm, looked at the motionless sword, and couldn't help but said: "I can't even take the sword, what is this god thinking in his head? Isn't this just a decoration?
?"
Hongyan's eyes pretended to be casual and glanced at Jian Yao, who was standing motionless by the side.
She boldly guessed that the god behind the sword wanted to give it to Jian Yao, which meant that Jian Yao was the "brave" he chose, or that she was the "biggest joy" in the eyes of the god.
Jian Yao actually used her "Appraisal" skill on the sword just now, but got the prompt "This item is not within the range of the skill, please try to improve the skill level."
It seems that this sword does not belong to the category of "tricks", so she cannot get the information about this sword, but this also proves that this sword does belong to the gods.
In horror games, although gods exist as top bosses and NPCs, they are not monsters.
Therefore, the items related to them are not considered treacherous objects. Naturally, Jian Yao cannot use the "Appraisal" skill to obtain their information.
Jian Yao naturally felt the gazes directed at her by others. After all, three of the four people had already tried to pull out the sword, and she was the only one missing.
The main thing is that if none of the four of them can pull out the sword, it can fully prove that this god is 100% playing tricks on them.
If they were really toying with them like this, then they... could only curse in their hearts. After all, they couldn't beat him, and they had to shamelessly pray for His power.
The sword, which was sharp and shone with cold light, made a slight squealing sound, as if it was mocking the three people in front of them for not overestimating their abilities.
After Jian Yao held the hilt of the sword, she did not feel the same strong sense of rejection and burning as the other three people.
Could it be that the owner of the sword really chose her?
The viewers in the live broadcast room also thought of this speculation, and couldn't help but hold their breath, wanting to record this historic moment with their eyes, and some viewers were already ready to record the screen.
Not only the audience in the live broadcast room were watching Jian Yao, but the three players beside Jian Yao and the factory director sitting behind the monitor screen were also watching Jian Yao without blinking.
They are afraid that if they blink, they will miss what happens next.
Jian Yao took hold of the hilt of the sword and pulled it out at once, but... it was indeed a bit different from what everyone expected.
Just a little different.
A little bit.
The sharp sword blade shimmering with cold light was still stuck firmly on the ground, and the hilt was held in Jian Yao's hand, as if the sword was damaged because Jian Yao used too much force when drawing the sword.