For Wang Fan, the best reward was that those who were telepathically targeted by the Alaya Gem could respond to his words and come to Death Town.
The smile on Wang Fan's face didn't stop for a long time. In the end, the smile on Wang Fan's face became extremely strange. In the end, Wang Fan's consciousness and soul also arrived in the Alaya Pearl and outside the illusion of Death Town. Wang Fan looked at the hundreds of souls, and his heart was filled with excitement. He knew that the first round of spiritual harvest was about to arrive. At that time, the treasure he controlled, Alaya, would welcome a wave of growth.
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The town was filled with ruins. There were a hundred people in this illusion that was only the size of a town. Every one of these hundred people who appeared in this illusion was dumbfounded.
They remembered that they were still lying in bed, and in the next moment, they had arrived in this unfamiliar town.
Unfamiliar!
A stranger was a stranger. These hundred people clearly remembered that they had never been to such a strange place before.
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Among the hundreds of people, there was a young man named Huang Ming. He had a clear mind. When he came to this town, he had already observed it. After a few minutes of observation, he found that this place was very strange. The shops were clearly open, but there was no one. It was daytime, and there were many tall buildings, but there was no one else on the street except for the hundred of them.
This strange feeling made Huang Ming swallow his saliva. Just as Huang Ming sensed something strange, a gust of wind blew through the crowd. It was very light, like a breeze blowing across the face.
No one in the town's illusion noticed the strangeness of this gust of wind. The only one who knew the secrets of this wind was Wang Fan, who had set up this illusion.
Outside the illusion, Wang Fan's eyes shone brightly. He understood that this was the effect of the rule that living people were not allowed to exist. A death was about to happen.
The Grim Reaper was here!
The wind blew against their faces, but no one responded. In the next moment, a vase fell from the window of a building next to the crowd. It smashed into the old blue road sign, causing it to shake violently. At the same time, the road sign fell down violently. The group of people who were gathered together did not have time to react. They only felt a strong wind blowing over and lost consciousness.
More than a dozen people were smashed to death by the high altitude road sign. Their brains and blood burst out.
The death of more than ten people at once was enough to cause endless panic among the remaining survivors. The remaining 80 or so people were all terrified.
Many people who reacted quickly picked up their phones and made calls. Huang Ming was one of those smart people. The target of these smart people's calls was the police station.
110 broadcast.
Beep beep beep…
The actions of these smart people in the illusion fell into the eyes of Wang Fan, who was the controller. Wang Fan thought to himself,'The police don't exist in Death Town. Since that's the case, I'll just be an NPC for once.'
With this thought in mind, Wang Fan stepped into Death Town and arrived at the police station. In the empty police station, a red phone was ringing non-stop. Wang Fan smiled and picked up the phone. This phone was connected to all the people who called the police.
The moment the call connected, countless noises appeared in Wang Fan's ears.
"Someone died."
"Someone's dead. Police, come quickly.”
"Hurry up! More than ten people have died!”
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The voices of more than a dozen people resounded in Wang Fan's ears like a middle-aged woman bargaining in a market. It made Wang Fan's head ache. Finally, Wang Fan shouted angrily,"Shut up, I'm not a police officer."
The voice was loud and deafening, as if it was on speaker.
These words echoed in the ears of those who were on the phone, causing their eyes to widen. They looked at the number on the phone and saw that it was 110.
The call was made to the direct line of the police station, but the person who picked up was not the police. This made them a little confused.
In his daze, Wang Fan's ghost-like voice sounded again,""Think back, you will know how you came here.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up by Wang Fan.
On the street, Huang Ming and many other people who were holding their phones thought about what Wang Fan said. They immediately recalled what they heard when they were sleeping." A game of death filled with miracles, are you willing to play this game filled with death and excitement?”Back then, he seemed to have agreed in a daze.
Thinking of this, Huang Ming and many others felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. Cold sweat appeared on their foreheads. They knew that they had been brought here by an unknown force to play a game that was filled with danger and death.
These people who were holding their phones, their expressions changed drastically, and they attracted more attention. Soon, they were pulled over to play the game. The news spread, and everyone knew about it.
Death and excitement?
This reminded everyone that they had agreed to play the game in their dreams.
Just as everyone's faces turned pale, another breeze blew past. However, no one noticed it. Everyone was thinking about the game of death and excitement.
More than 80 people were thinking, and while they were thinking, they forgot about the corpse and the danger around them.
The weak wind blew into an archery dojo. There were many arrows with their bowstrings fully drawn. These arrows were all made from ancient craftsmanship, and each arrow was extremely sharp. Originally, the arrows were aimed at the wall, but under the influence of the strange wind, both the bowstring and the arrows adjusted their direction.
The arrows were no longer aimed at the wall. The group of twenty people standing at the door, thinking, all fired their arrows unnaturally in the next moment.
Bows and arrows made with ancient techniques were terrifying. There were a total of six arrows shot out from the archery hall. Each arrow was extremely powerful and its speed was strange. In an instant, those who were thinking had their bodies pierced by the long arrows before they could react.
Six arrows pierced through fifteen people before stopping. This was the power of modern craftsmanship, ancient craftsmanship, and a fully drawn bow.
This time, there were only about 60 people left. The remaining 60 people stared at the arrows with fear in their eyes. Their legs went weak and they found it difficult to move.
What was going on? Huang Ming, who was still alive among the sixty people, thought in fear.
Just as Huang Ming was feeling terrified, a voice suddenly entered his ears. "Is this a game of death and excitement?”
These words made Huang Ming shiver, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and an abyss.
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