Infinite Mask Game

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There was no sign of anyone on the clean ground. The green flames burned calmly, and all the anomalies were calmed down. ♦♦  ♦♦

For the ghosts on the other side of the ghost realm, it was just swallowing up an extremely ordinary person, but few people did it.

Wei Miao didn't know the prayers and procedures of the ghost realm ritual, but sacrificing oneself was the lowest threshold sacrifice ritual, because if the general ritual failed, one would also have to sacrifice oneself, which was one of the worst outcomes.

No specific pointing words or additional magic arrays were needed. Just stand in front of the array and tell your lofty ideal of being with God. How could "God" refuse your embrace?

On the other side, Yang Fan and Wei Chuanwu had arrived at the door of the 2nd dormitory. Wei Chuanwu lowered his head, wearing a mask tightly, and his white and shining head made people want to take a few more glances. His work clothes were very well-dressed.

The dormitory aunt came to open the door and notified through the VX group.

They came from the lowest to the highest floors to avoid congestion. Only the sound of footsteps in slippers was heard, and the dormitory heads on the first floor came out first.

Yang Fan followed the rules and asked them to report the names of their dormitories first, and Wei Chuanwu recorded them before handing over the supply box.

Wei Chuanwu stood one meter behind him, using Yang Fan's figure to half-block himself, and quietly recorded with a folder.

No one would suspect that they were diligent and had murderous intentions.

Without Yang Fan speaking, the visitor reported the name of his dormitory consciously.

When Yang Fan was about to hand him the supply box, he felt a slight pull on his clothes.

He did not stop his hand movements, and looked at the visitor calmly, "goodness is right".

This is a big boy who looks sunny and cheerful, with regular features, a chestnut haircut, and a height of nearly 180. Overall, he looks friendly and confident, and feels like someone who likes to play basketball.

He looked calm and did not seem to care about the two of them.

Yang Fan handed the box of supplies to him, and just as he was about to put his hand on the bottom and not hold it firmly, he loosened his grip in advance.

The scarlet eye opened at the back of Yang Fan's neck and saw Wei Chuanwu quietly adjusting his position, with one hand behind his back and his eyes squinting at him.

The box of supplies naturally rolled to the ground. Shan Yiwei was stunned for a moment and said, "Sorry, I'll do it."

The moment he lowered his head and bent over, Wei Chuanwu suddenly pulled out his right hand, holding a silver revolver, his arm straightened, and locked his head in a very short time.

There was a cold murderous intent between his eyebrows, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The bullet was fired, but Shan Yiwei suddenly lowered his body at the moment he fired, and the hot bullet flew past his scalp.

Wei Chuanwu:? !

He was distracted for a moment, and didn't expect that such a careful plan would fail.

A premeditated surprise attack, how could he suddenly react when he was unaware of it? Could it be that Yang Fan and he were in collusion?

At this moment, Wei Chuanwu thought of a lot, but the situation changed rapidly and the opportunity did not wait for anyone.

Yang Fan, who had been watching coldly, moved. When Wei Chuanwu missed, he suddenly arched his body and rushed out, fiercely throwing Shan Weiwei to the ground, grabbing and controlling his arms with the advantage of gravity above, and pressing his legs.

Shan Weiwei, who was suppressed to the ground for a while, looked at Yang Fan in a bit of surprise, but he felt that the strength of the man in front of him seemed a little weak?

Yang Fan also knew that he was an ordinary person's physical fitness, and could only suppress the players for a short time. After the camouflage coefficient and the extra increase of all sorts of things, they have already surpassed the scope of normal people.

It depends on whether Wei Chuanwu can seize this opportunity. But now their bodies overlap, and it is not easy for Wei Chuanwu to shoot.

Wei Chuanwu held the pistol in both hands, with a cold look, and aimed at them.

Yang Fan saw this scene through the trick eye, realized the unusualness of this action, and sneered in his heart.

The recoil of the pistol is not large, even if a female novice shoots with one hand, it is not easy to hurt herself. Holding the gun with both hands can increase accuracy and reduce the burden of recoil.

But looking at the part where the black muzzle is aimed, Yang Fan does not think that changing to holding with both hands is to increase accuracy, because the gun body has been fixed.

Shan Yiyi was looking out from his side and saw Wei Chuanwu holding a gun. A sense of horror made his hair stand on end and he subconsciously turned his palm towards Wei Chuanwu.

A beam of condensed white light appeared and hit, but it failed to hit Wei Chuanwu's hand, but hit his abdomen, leaving a burnt black circle.

Wei Chuanwu's expression twisted, and he pulled the trigger without taking a step back.

The confrontation between the two was only a blink of an eye, and the buzzing sound of black gunpowder explosion shocked Yang Fan's eardrums. He was surprised to feel unbearable pain in his abdomen. He lowered his eyes and saw a bowl-sized wound on his abdomen. Organ fragments flowed out of the hideous wound, and the blood covered the clothes of the person under him beyond recognition.

He also saw that Shan Weizheng, who was under him, was also shocked. There was an oval black wound on his chest, and there was a circle of smoke-like marks on the skin near the wound.

Judging from the location of his wound and the amount of blood that sprayed on his face, Yang Fan suspected that his heart was broken.

Shan Weizheng stared at the two of them and closed his eyes unwillingly.

Soon, he felt that Shan Weizheng had lost his breath. The remaining players were only Wei Miao and Wei Chuanwu.

Feeling his increasingly drowsy consciousness and the gradually fading pain, Yang Fan's eyes on the back of his neck saw Wei Chuanwu's triumphant smile and his sudden disappearance. It seemed that he was very satisfied with the results of this operation.

Yang Fan lost his strength and fell on Shan Weizheng's body, and his strange eyes broke automatically.

Yang Fan was truly dead in the physical and spiritual sense.

"So that's how it is. There shouldn't be any killer hidden."

Wei Miao, sitting in the dormitory, watched this hunting drama and thought about it.

Whether it was Wei Chuanwu or Shan Weizheng, the abilities of these two made her feel fresh and eye-opening.

Wei Chuanwu had the ability to super-amplify bullets. The hot and penetrating bullets directly penetrated Yang Fan and Shan Weizheng, causing even more fatal damage.

And he also had an ability similar to invisibility.

However, the use of these abilities should have some restrictions. For example, super bullets should be some kind of active ability. According to general game design, such explosive skills have a certain cooling period.

Invisibility, this needs to be studied, but it is obvious that there are some restrictions, such as duration, pre-launch time, etc.

If Wei Chuanwu is like a special forces soldier, then Shan Weizheng is even more amazing. He was able to dodge the bullet that was supposed to hit his head at the beginning, which cannot be explained by luck.

Fortunately, the person is already dead.

The next person to be careful of is Wei Chuanwu, a ruthless person who can ignore the pain and keep his hand steady even when hit by a similar burning laser.