The Game with Fairies

In the dark forest, the chilly wind blew in gusts, chilling to the bone.

Li Muyang looked ahead and felt a tingling on his scalp.

“This should be the last level, right?”

After ten days of relentless grinding, Li Muyang, through a cycle of loading, dying, loading, and dying, accumulated experience and became familiar with the attack patterns of these creatures.

Finally, he led Xiao Yecao and Wei Sandao to the edge of the Myriad Great Mountains.

According to Wei Sandao, they would be out of the Myriad Great Mountains and no longer pursued by creatures if they went another twenty or so li ahead.

But at this moment, in Li Muyang’s view, under the brilliant stars, the forest was almost filled with creatures.

These creatures, with their bizarre shapes and twisted faces, were more abstract than the ghosts in horror movies.

According to Wei Sandao, these were evil spirits from ancient times that once dominated this land.

This group of ancient evil gods once ruled this world.

But now they were trapped in the land where Black Cloud Village was located and could no longer venture out.

Without the blood oath sensing, these creatures couldn’t harm the living even if they came out.

Even as they wandered through the forest, apart from Li Muyang and his companions, the creatures of the mountains could pass through the creatures’ bodies without any harm.

According to Wei Sandao, what was coming out now were just projections of the creatures, not their true bodies, so they could only harm Li Muyang and the other two.

Under the moonlight, Wei Sandao patted Li Muyang’s shoulder while gasping for breath.

“You… what… what did you see?”

The originally robust and majestic Wei Sandao was now emaciated, his cheeks hollow, looking like a ghost who had been starving for years, his legs trembling as he walked.

His once strong and sturdy legs were now as thin as sticks, the dry skin clinging to the bones, making one wonder if a strong wind could break him.

Under the continuous draining of the tentacles and the prolonged state of whispers, Wei Sandao had indeed been drained to a husk.

His chest was now just a layer of skin clinging to his ribs, and no one could imagine that this gaunt ghost was the same burly and robust man from before.

Wei Sandao’s hands trembled as he looked at Li Muyang with uncertainty and asked, “Why are you making that face? Kid, did something scare you?”

Li Muyang gazed at the spectacular scene before him and sighed.

“It is a bit terrifying…”

The star-filled sky was splitting open in the middle.

A huge blood-red eyeball loomed in the sky, rotating around as if searching for Wei Sandao’s figure.

The ancient evil gods, varying in size, roamed through the mountains, the sky, and the shadows.

Any one of their eerie figures could scare a child into nightmares.

But now, under the moonlight, the scattered shadows of these evil beings nearly obscured the wilderness.

Among them, the two most terrifying ancient evil gods were almost as tall as the sky itself.

The one on the left was transparent, dragging a similarly transparent white shroud that was thousands of zhang tall.

Its massive shadow nearly covered the sky, like a grand canopy stretching out before them.

In its chest was a blood-dripping candelabrum with countless faces of wailing people faintly visible on the pale candlestick.

Atop the head of this evil god was a huge blood bar that was so dark it was almost invisible—the Candle Bone God.

The evil god on the right was equally immense.

Its limbs dragged long chains that spanned mountains and meandered across the land.

Sharp laughter continuously emanated from its chest cavity, and beneath its tattered divine robe, one could vaguely see its chest filled with writhing black snakes.

The sharp laughter of those black snakes made Li Muyang’s scalp tingle—the Black Year God.

These two evil gods, the last to appear, were also the only ones among all the malevolent spirits to truly bear the title of 【God】.

“This really is an eye-opener…”

If it weren’t for the game, where else could you witness such a terrifying scene of ancient evil gods crawling out together?

If the real Li Muyang encountered so many ancient evil gods, he’d probably be scared stiff.

He shook Xiao Yecao, who was unconscious in his arms, trying to wake her up.

However, Xiao Yecao’s cultivation was much lower than Wei Sandao’s.

If Wei Sandao was drained to the point of becoming a dried husk, Xiao Yecao’s situation was naturally worse.

The little girl was almost curled up into a ball, her weight so light it made one wonder how much flesh was left on her.

Wei Sandao glared at Li Muyang and said, “What’s the point of calling her? She definitely won’t wake up.”

Wei Sandao, gasping for breath, looked ahead and said, “I don’t want to see any more of those malevolent spirits. You continue to lead the way. Once we get out of these mountains, we can rest easy. Xiao Yecao will also recover quickly.”

At this moment, Xiao Yecao was in a dire state, close to death, her breath as thin as a thread.

Li Muyang sighed, carefully tied Xiao Yecao to his front with a cloth strap, and stepped forward towards the multitude of ancient evil gods.

“Let’s fight then!”

As long as they got out of these mountains, he could clear the level!

Li Muyang, with Wei Sandao in tow, moved forward.

The next second, the sound of chains rang out as countless black snakes from the chest cavity of the Black Year God began to utter strange whispers.

Immediately after, the ground under Li Muyang’s feet twisted violently, and he and Wei Sandao’s bodies suddenly stiffened.

Then, eerie black snakes crawled out of their mouths, and their figures turned into miniature versions of the Black Year God, crying, laughing, and screaming as they ran into the wilderness.

【You have ascended. Game over】

Li Muyang had become numb to the game over notification that popped up in his field of vision.

Although many days had passed in the game, in reality, he frequently faced game overs.

Now, seeing the failure notification had become routine, and even the variety of ways he died each time no longer surprised him.

After all, each evil god’s method of killing was incredibly strange, so it can be said that he dies in different ways every time.

“…But is the spirit medium also one of the evil gods?”

Li Muyang murmured to himself.

Among that group of malevolent spirits, he saw a strange evil creature with a blood bar labeled 【Spirit Medium】 above its head.

However, the creature was very abstract, resembling a weeping head with legs growing all over it, looking like a flesh spider crawling on the ground, incredibly unsettling.

This spirit medium was the only evil god that did not harm Li Muyang and Wei Sandao. It seemed unable to find them.

Even the other evil gods seemed to ignore the spirit medium.

It appeared that only Li Muyang could sense its presence.

He then realized the purpose of Granny Gu telling him to boil that leg bone into a soup.

The ability to hide his form with tentacles was clearly related to the spirit medium.

“It’s a good ability, but with so many evil gods, it’s still difficult.”

Li Muyang closed his eyes and re-entered the game by loading a previous save.

After grinding for ten days, almost without sleep or food, it was time to reap the results.

Let’s pass the final level of the third stage!

Li Muyang entered the game, leading Wei Sandao towards the group of terrifying evil gods.

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