Chapter 54
“I…!” Luo Jia Bai looked up following Lu Li, so excited he almost cried out.
The other Players around were still busy unlocking their Shackles. Luo Jia Bai quickly covered his mouth, afraid of being discovered, and lowered his voice in excitement, “I triggered a key clue too!”
Soon he realized his worry was unnecessary.
Once both of them had collected the key clue, the Skylight seemed to be covered by a thin veil.
It only let light in.
But those inside could no longer see the details outside.
If other Players looked up now, they wouldn’t be able to spot the clue.
“This game really is made for you.” Luo Jia Bai clicked his tongue in admiration. After saying just a few words, he felt thirsty and instinctively licked his lips. “How do you always spot the key clue with just a glance?! Is it waiting for you to find it?”
Lu Li smiled self-deprecatingly, “Just lucky, I guess.”
The Players around them kept struggling with their Shackles, exhausted.
“There’s no keyhole at all! Items don’t work either. How are we supposed to open these?”
“What is this place? After a while, my whole body feels itchy and dry. Why are we wearing these Linen Clothes? Are there bugs in them… Where did the clothes I exchanged for with Points in the Shop go?”
“There’s nothing in the Prison, even the grass is withered!”
“I want water…”
“You’d better not drink.” Ever since entering the Prison, Feng Shan had been firmly in the center of the crowd. As soon as he spoke, most eyes immediately focused on him.
C Grade Instances are harder than D Grade Instances.
They even give Players an assigned role when entering the Necromancer Game.
But some rules are universal in the Necromancer Game.
Feng Shan enjoyed being the center of attention. Under the anxious gazes, he spoke unhurriedly:
“At the start of a stage, the more you want to do something, the less you should do it. The Instance is tempting you toward death.”
Suddenly, one Thin Man Player snapped. He cracked his already dry lips and shouted, “I’m so thirsty, I can’t take it anymore!”
Unable to resist, he exchanged a large bottle of water from the Shop with Points.
The Thin Man struggled to lift the bottle with his shackled hands and gulped down the water. But the more he drank, the thirstier he became.
After finishing the whole bottle, his lips began to crack.
“Ah-!!”
The Thin Man clutched his split lips in pain and squatted down, blood slowly seeping through his fingers.
Seeing this, the other Players who had exchanged water quickly put their Items away, frightened.
They instinctively moved closer to Feng Shan.
Except for Lu Li and Luo Jia Bai, and Mirella, who suddenly stood up.
Mirella’s movements were subtle; the Shackles didn’t hinder her much.
“See the girl with the cat on her shoulder? That’s Mirella. I’ve heard of her on the Player Forum,” Luo Jia Bai whispered, “Like you, the Evil Spirit she drew is also an Evil God. I think it’s only a matter of time before she enters the Heavenly Ranking.”
“Cat?”
Lu Li looked at the Black Bird on Mirella’s left shoulder in confusion.
“I see a bird.”
As soon as he spoke, Mirella, who was walking toward the corner of the Prison, paused.
She turned to locate Lu Li, then reached out to the Black Bird.
The Black Bird lowered its head to touch her palm.
It deliberately avoided its sharp beak, using only its fluffy head to make contact.
The Black Bird hadn’t heard Lu Li’s words, but noticed Mirella was “looking” at Lu Li for a long time.
Mirella said, “Met an interesting Player.”
The Black Bird had never received such high praise.
It paced irritably on Mirella’s shoulder, then turned half its head to stare at Lu Li with one eye.
A thin layer of ice covered its Eyeball.
The temperature in the Prison dropped sharply.
Players shivered from the cold, thinking it was just too drafty here.
The piercing chill quickly swept toward Lu Li.
The Snake Head on Lu Li’s Wristband lit up with a sinister glow.
The ice on the Black Bird’s Eyeball shattered, and black blood flowed from its eye socket.
It staggered, nearly falling off Mirella’s shoulder.
Flapping its wings desperately to steady itself, it tore open a pitch-black rift in midair and fled inside in embarrassment.
Luo Jia Bai, caught between hot and cold, touched his left cheek, numb from the cold, then his right, sweating from the heat, and analyzed, “Sudden cold and heat-this place has weird temperature!”
“But it’s dark in the Prison, so it’s normal you can’t tell a bird from a cat.” Luo Jia Bai had already found an explanation for Lu Li’s strange words. His lips were dry.
“I feel really thirsty, don’t you?”
Lu Li said, “I don’t feel anything even without eating or drinking.”
He recalled, “The last time I ate was… five days ago?”
The cake he spat out didn’t count.
The chocolate beans that smelled nice but he couldn’t eat no matter how much he wanted didn’t count either.
“Is this an ability you exchanged with the Evil God?” Luo Jia Bai was shocked, racking his brains. “Even an Evil God should only grant one fixed ability. Who exactly is the Evil God you drew?”
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The Black Bird collapsed in the torn space, covering its injured eye with a wing.
The wound healed extremely slowly.
It hadn’t even figured out what hit it.
Suddenly, a phone rang.
The Black Bird raised its left wing, tore open another black hole in the space, and took out a phone.
It repeatedly checked the caller ID, then took a deep breath and answered.
“King.”
Bosi’s deep voice came from the receiver:
“You’re playing pet to a human Player in the game?”
Acting so humble.
A disgrace to Evil Gods!
The Black Bird’s vision went white, its wing trembled, and it hung up.
Two feathers fell off its tail in panic, and it quickly dialed back.
Before Bosi could speak, the Black Bird apologized.
“Bad signal, I didn’t hear you clearly just now.”
“Anyone lower level than me can’t see through my illusion with the naked eye. Unless…” Its bird face showed a strange doubt, scratching its head with the wing not holding the phone.
“Have you been watching Necromancer Game streams lately? Which Streamer are you watching?”