"Welcome to this new game event. I am the game planner of this time - Wiesen Meny. I am honored to host this game today."

The white-haired man wearing a snake mask said: "I believe that old friends who come here today know that the game theme of Rongxin Group has always focused on fitting real copies, and is committed to imitating a game world in the virtual world. Many players call our game the "Iron Man" game, and there is no other element that makes people's heartbeat faster than killing life and death."

"It's not easy to make my heart beat faster? Swap me into a beautiful woman, so that two-thirds of the people present will have a heart beat faster. Or I'm thirty years younger, maybe it can make the ladies present have a charming blush on their beautiful faces."

There was a burst of laughter in the hall. When the laughter stopped, the white-haired man said again: "But I am not a person who pays too much attention to appearance. My beautician can testify about this."

It's laughter again.

"In order to prove this to everyone, I planned this unique palace night tour."

"At this point, many friends should have guessed what this time is probably related to, yes, it's prayer."

"According to Rong Xin's data statistics over the years, one-third of the people who experience dungeon games are players. They are trapped in the game that will not stop until they die, running around, but they have to enter the simulated dungeon to improve their survival rate. It can be said that their hard work and pressure are something we will never understand."

"For most of us, this is just a irrelevant simulation game, but for them, it may be an experience of living time and time again."

"We can live in such a peaceful and peaceful world, and there are definitely players' contributions. In order to support players, Rong Xin donates a large amount of supplies to the government every year, and the group also hires players, but the power of one person and one group is small, and more people should have friendly sympathy for players."

"While I was planning this simulation game, I learned that a group of players who went to the high-risk game world to develop resources in District 011 died. They had no corpses, and there were no words left to their families who were still waiting for them..."

"I'm willing to donate to players!" An elephant mask whispered: "Sponsor their potions and props!"

With the beginning, several people have successively proposed to donate.

"Thank you, I believe that those players who sacrificed will know after their death will also be grateful to you. Your sincerity will definitely receive positive feedback." The white-haired man said: "Before the night tour begins, I suggest everyone pray for their next life."

A sermon projected in front of him, flipping books that did not exist, praying devoutly:

“Despite brutality and sin devour the light;”

“Despite killing and despicable pollution of the world;”

“But we will never succumb to the darkness;”

"Pick up your weapons, chant the holy chants, and drive the enemy back to the dirty lair;"

"The enemy is strong, there is no need to be cowardly, the enemy is cruel, and there should be no need to be ungrateful;"

"God will bless every warrior, and the new sun wheel will guide the path of hope for the dead and the living!"

Wiesen Meni's prayer seemed to have infected the people present. Every time he said, more people joined the prayer, and the voices rushed to the dome. After he said "I wish to send us the warriors", the dome shone golden and white light, shining on everyone.

Xu Huo looked at those who looked up and closed their eyes as if bathed in holiness, and smiled a little on his lips. He now knew the function of those murals.

Guests entering the simulation game cannot use props, but the game venue can be used. It is hard to say that there is a place in this game that has arranged prop power. Seeing these people all have such a good reputation, the palace night tour is fake, and missionary brainwashing is real.

"Are you okay with these people below?" Someone questioned not far away, "But are you here to play games? Why are you doing missionary here? What's the point? The money is wasted?"

At this time, Vison Meny on the podium waved his hand and an altar appeared behind him. He raised his hands and said, "God blesses us, and we should also give back to God. Who is willing to sacrifice himself here and serve God in another world?"

The noisy hall quieted down.

"For God, shouldn't we be loyal to our own faithfulness?" Wiesen Menie seemed to have no idea of ​​the strange gazes around her. The snake eyes on the mask looked straight ahead, not looking at anyone, but seemed to be looking at everyone.

Soon, a man wearing a black wolf mask walked forward in the crowd.

"Here comes, our sacrificer!" Meny took the lead in applauding, and thunderous applause immediately erupted in the hall.

Xu Huo's eyes were slightly sunk. The Black Wolf Mask was the one who was interested in approaching the fox just now. The two of them had already touched their heads in the crowd just now. Now the Black Wolf actually took the initiative to sacrifice himself?

He was not the only one who was strange, but the fox and hyena began to slowly retreat.

The people behind wanted to squeeze forward, but the two of them were not eye-catching. When the black wolf was lying on the altar, he saw the golden short sword in Meni's hand, and the black wolf suddenly bounced up and jumped off the altar and fled to the crowd!

Meny, holding the sword, sighed, and then whispered: "The unfaithful person should confess to God and capture him."

He did not order anyone, but immediately after he said that, a guest reached out to stop the black wolf, shouted loudly, and made fun of him. The people who participated in the palace night tour began to consciously join the forced sacrifice.

The black wolf was put on the altar and shouted in horror: "I don't want to sacrifice! Let me go!"

Menie looked at him with pity: "Young man, anyone is responsible for what he has done."

The black wolf wanted to argue, but the person next to him directly covered his mouth: "I won't really die anyway..."

The golden short sword cut off the black wolf's head, and blood flowed all over the altar, and the people below cheered.

Meny held up the black wolf's head, "I just received the oracle, and there are rebels here. The blood of the betrayer will guide me to find them!"

The blood on the altar began to surge, gathering into thin snakes and flowing down the podium, drilling into the crowd.

The guests gave in one after another, and two of the blood snakes were running towards the fox and hyena. The two of them ran away from the people around them, and then someone shouted excitedly: "Catch them! Send them to the altar!"

The guests in the hall joined the carnival and ran out with the blood snake. Some of the people on the second floor followed with great enthusiasm.

The dominant Wiesen Menie disappeared from the podium in her dance steps and the next second appeared in one of the corridors away from the hall.

This made Xu Huo give up the idea of ​​tracking the fox and followed him down from the upper floor. Unexpectedly, when he walked in, the person was gone, and there were forks on both sides of the corridor, so I don’t know where he went.

After slowly passing two forks, he accidentally caught a glimpse of someone swaying by not far away. He walked a few steps, but the man was waiting at the corner and directly intercepted him. A pair of purple pupils appeared under the hollowed-out golden butterfly mask: "What are you doing with me?"
Chapter completed!