Infinite Mask Game

After two unorthodox self-rescue plans failed, a slight sour feeling came from the double pupils on her forehead.

Wei Miao was still standing there, and she remembered something else.

She had just planted the eye seed for a classmate who was walking in front of her. Now, although the connection was weak, it was not completely cut off.

Perhaps this good assistant who was originally used to verify the alarm killer could help her step on the pit of the staircase ghost first.

When she calmed down, at the other end, on the equally empty and creepy stairs, Su Jin's limbs were numb due to fear, and he was rooted on the steps and motionless. His head was almost unable to think calmly, and he even hugged the cardboard box.

Everyone knows the low survival rate of supernatural events. She knew her own weight. It was too difficult to survive in the supernatural, especially the weird staircase ghost.

She couldn't notice that a dark scarlet vertical pupil in the bottom of the eye stretched out the flesh on the forehead and looked around smartly.

Once the Eye Seed is successfully planted, there will be different initial stages depending on the strength of the recipient.

Due to the attribute gain of the camouflage coefficient, Wei Miao's all-round qualities have long surpassed ordinary people. Using "Scarlet Pollution" on ordinary people is a dimensionality reduction attack, and the degree of domination has reached a deep level at the beginning.

For Su Jin, whose willpower is about to be crushed by fear, the influence of her subconscious mind on her has greatly increased. In this state, it can be regarded as complete domination.

Under the suggestion of the subconscious mind, even though Su Jin's body was stiff and she dared not act rashly, she also had the idea of ​​"going upstairs to take a look" and put it into action.

She put down the cardboard box, moved her right leg that seemed not to belong to her, and climbed to the second floor.

The second floor was very quiet, and Su Jin was like a walking corpse, heading towards the third floor.

Step by step... When her sight height was high enough to see the floor sign of the third floor, her body suddenly paused, and a chill ran through her heart.

It's still the "second floor"!

"Ghost wall?" Su Jin said in a trembling voice.

"Turn around!"

The scarlet vertical pupils flashed with a faint light of thinking, commanding her subconsciously.

Su Jin went downstairs quickly with a glimmer of hope.

However, when she reached the middle platform, Su Jin naturally turned her head to look downstairs and couldn't help screaming: "Ah!"

She covered her mouth tightly, and took a few steps back in panic, with extreme fear filling her heart.

There were two sections of stairs, each with thirteen steps. In the lower half leading to the next floor, a terrifying figure was facing her, standing on the fifth step.

This was an old man wearing a white shroud, with short gray hair, eyes full of whites but no pupils, brown age spots all over his wrinkled skin like soaked water, a hunched body, his hands hanging naturally, black pants and embroidered shoes, and the age should be nearly a hundred years ago.

It raised its head, as if looking at her.

The scarlet eyes could see the black and ethereal aura on it.

Wei Miao saw this scene through the cross-shaped double pupils, and her heart moved.

She turned around and went downstairs, looking at the next floor.

Sure enough, the same figure blocked the stairs, staring directly at Wei Miao.

Wei Miao looked at it fearlessly. Whether it was an old man or a young lady, there was not much difference in her eyes.

Instead, she found a detail.

"The ghost on my side stood on the fourth step, and the ghost on the other side stood on the fifth step. She and I were in similar positions when we went upstairs, so the initial state of the ghost should be the same. The only difference is that she just went up a floor, so the ghost took a step forward?"

Wei Miao speculated on the movement pattern of the ghost: "Does it react according to our actions? What if, instead of going upstairs, we go downstairs?"

Going downstairs and meeting the ghost on a narrow road...

Very risky. The ghost is not moving now, which does not mean that it will not move when it is close to the face. If the mechanism of this ghost is to move only when it is close to a certain distance, it is tantamount to throwing itself into a trap.

"There are two possibilities. When we go up a floor, it moves up one step, and when it reaches a certain level, it will be our death. Another possibility is that this ghost simply closes the distance between each other, and if it is within a certain level range, it will trigger an attack."

These are the two modes speculated by Wei Miao.

She couldn't figure out the strength of the old man, and it would be best to avoid conflict. The tool man on the other side was a mortal and had no capital to fight against the ghost.

From the perspective of safety, if the tool man could take a feasible path, she would not have to take risks.

In order to prevent the tool man from being killed in one second and completely losing his value, she needed to eliminate several wrong options first, because the unpredictability of the danger was too great. The tool man could help her find out the crisis that she might not have thought of.

Wei Miao estimated from the state of her cross-shaped pupils that she could use future vision at most twice, and any more might cause serious damage.

She took a deep breath and temporarily gave up control of Su Jin, and her pupils overlapped again.

In the predicted picture, she rushed down the stairs decisively. When she passed by the old man, the red blade raised a fierce arc and pierced the old man's neck horizontally with a forehand grip.

Wei Miao went all out in this stab, and the blade was completely immersed in it, piercing the neck.

What if the thief is captured first and the king is captured first?

But the impact of the red blade could not shake the old man at all, and no blood oozed out of the wound. It stood there unconsciously, its head moving strangely and stiffly, its eyes following her.

Wei Miao knew that attacking the old man was useless.

She drew out her dagger and did not stop. When she looked up, the round sign in front of her still read "2".

She continued to rush to the stairs to the next floor. 11 seconds was enough for her to complete all the actions she had planned.

However, on the middle platform, she stopped as expected and calmly looked down at the old man who was still below.

It stood there lifelessly, but strangely, it was facing Wei Miao this time.

Moreover, the number of steps it stood on changed.

It was now on the third step.

The neck was intact, with no signs of injury.

The maximum time had come, and Wei Miao exited the state of future vision, feeling a little tired. She was now like a person who had run 200 meters at full speed, with a serious waste of physical strength, but as long as she rested, she could be full of energy again.

There was a slight stinging feeling in her double pupils.

"Rule-based products cannot directly eliminate ghosts, but can use rules to escape."

Wei Miao roughly understood the nature of this grandfather, and her previous common sense of the world was not in vain.

There is a special kind of supernatural beings, which are combined with a phenomenon or rule, and rely on it themselves, and will be reborn even if they are attacked fatally.

There are two ways to deal with them. One is brute force cracking. The power of the supernatural is not endless. Each new life requires power consumption. As long as the number of kills is enough, the supernatural can no longer maintain its existence.

The other is to solve its rules and escape successfully. This cracking method will also consume its power.

To a certain extent, the Exorcist Society is very fond of this kind of supernatural. As long as the rules are mastered, it can even be used to imprison some difficult-to-handle supernaturals and let them consume them.

They generally cannot be solved in one go, so they become "copy"-like existence, which can be repeatedly brushed and sometimes used to screen newcomers.

Later, daily check-in and brushing became a daily routine for some people. If the copy is brushed, I still feel a little empty.

If there is no update on the day of the single chapter without leave, then the update will be in the middle of the night. Dear readers, go to bed first~