Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 287: A hair's breadth away
"Hatu Dan is a sharp person, but unfortunately too sharp." The Soul Hunter narrated indifferently.

The door of the mayor's house was locked, but it was not a difficult task for Hatu. He fiddled with the lock for a while and successfully pried open the door of the mayor's house.

Wei Miao realized belatedly that no relatives had come to see him for such a long time, and Hatu was the first one. It was likely that all the mayor's relatives had been wiped out.

I don't know if it was intentional neglect or because too many people died, but the church didn't take this mayor into consideration and he seemed to have been forgotten by everyone.

After entering the room, Hatu first looked at the interior decoration, and then ran to the study on the second floor.

After walking around, he neither found the mayor's body nor noticed anything unusual.

The entrance to the basement was covered up, and all the forbidden things were hidden in the basement by the mayor.

The kama user, or soul hunter, sensed the intruder.

He did not attack Hatu, but quietly sneaked out of the house and possessed a survivor.

Amid the chaos, the air was filled with an unconcealable sadness.

The possessed survivors took the opportunity to propose the concept of "Remembrance Day". On this day, everyone gathers together to mourn the dead and pray for blessings.

At first his suggestions were not taken seriously. Everyone was tired and didn't want to think too much. They just wanted to bury their loved ones as soon as possible and didn't care what other people thought.

But someone in the church recognized him, and this person was not insignificant.

Wei Miao carefully looked at the person in charge of the church. He had just arrived not long ago and held a high position. The town had been able to maintain order and even rebuild in an orderly manner after experiencing such a big change. It was he who stabilized the situation and managed everything with a calm and even cold attitude.

He was dressed in a noble platinum robe, had a tall stature, and his face was covered with an exquisite golden mask. His aura was as powerful as the deep sea.

Wei Miao heard people in the church call him "Bishop".

It was not hard to see that he was a big shot in the church's upper echelons, and such a person should not have appeared in such a remote town.

Although he only glanced at the survivor indifferently, Wei Miao had a hunch that he knew who the real soul under this skin was.

If the Soul Hunter represents the Silent Death, then this bishop represents the Blessing Angel.

He is an agent specially put forward to maintain the balance between the two sides.

With the promotion of the church, a "Day of Remembrance" was set, today, tonight.

Hatu walked out of the mayor's house and then just stayed by Jenny's side, helping her deal with the funeral of her relatives.

At night, the area surrounding Beavis Cemetery was lit with bright white light, making it seem as bright as day.

Nearly a hundred people gathered in the cemetery. In front of them were countless coffins. Some were just wooden coffins that were not even painted and were very simple.

The bishop stood at the front, his back straight, silent, listening to the sobbing of the people behind him.

He hides his emotions under the mask, making it difficult to guess.

Wei Miao could not see any compassion in him. The result now should have been expected by him.

Having enough information will give you a high enough perspective. Wei Miao can see through almost everyone's mind and easily see through the intentions behind their every move.

Instructed by the Silent Death, the Soul Hunter wants more than just a simple collective mourning ceremony. He wants to transform this ceremony into a culture rooted in the town.

The Silent Death will gain some unknown benefit from this.

He succeeded, and the Day of Remembrance evolved into the entertainment-oriented All Saints' Day, which became famous.

On the surface, the church is the biggest promoter. Behind the scenes, the soul hunters are active in the dark night, creating intriguing horror stories and adding a bit of mystery to the festival. Hatu stood among the mourners with a heavy face. After the ceremony, he followed Jenny home.

The illusory Soul Hunter followed behind him.

Wei Miao no longer needed to read on, as she knew the outcome. In a chaotic day, death was always around. Without sufficient strength, being too sensitive would only lead to disaster.

The dark night fell like a curtain, and the world stopped before her.

[The ending of the Soul Hunter has been presented. The instance is about to be concluded. ]

[Since it is detected that the memory formed by your experience this time is of high risk, this will be negotiated before the copy is settled. ]

[Negotiation topic: whether to voluntarily completely forget the high-risk memories. Forgetting range: from the arrival of the unknown existence until the departure of the master of the pivotal workshop.]

[According to the logical regulations 12315 (player rights protection) and 117 (transparency mechanism), the negotiation results will be fully presented to you. ]

[If you choose to completely forget, the facts will not change, but your memory of it will be completely erased, and the probability of recovery is extremely low. If you choose to keep the memory, after calculation, it will inevitably have an impact on your mental state, such as emotional alienation and unstable consciousness; it will also be fed back to the body, causing sensory loss. ]

[Please consider carefully and make a choice within five minutes! If the player does not make a choice, the memory will be cleared by default. ]

Seeing the content and consequences of the negotiation, some immature thoughts flashed through Wei Miao's mind.

She suppressed her guess in her heart and said with almost no hesitation: "I choose to keep the memory."

Emotional alienation, sensory loss... none of these can really threaten her. Only the impact of "unstable consciousness" can make her take a second look.

She doesn't like to waver or be indecisive on things that have been decided. Once she makes a choice, she will consider the consequences.

The system immediately accepted her choice. Since it said that she would give it careful consideration, there would be no second confirmation after the player gave his answer.

[Negotiation ended, all your memories have been retained, exiting the copy...]

It’s finally over. I wonder what the ending was for other players?

Wei Miao didn't have time to think about it before the darkness like a tide engulfed her.

At the same time, in another All Saints' Day instance, a Soul Hunter was wandering around the town hall, but after walking through it, he did not find anything unusual.

It stroked its chin and couldn't help but mutter to itself: "Am I wrong? There are no hidden secrets in the City Hall?"

Earlier, in an All Saints' Day instance, also in the Town Hall, the Soul Hunter squatted in the center of the hall with his right hand on the floor.

"Strange, I clearly sensed the call of death just now." It recalled the previous perception, which pointed so clearly to the bottom of the floor, "but it disappeared all of a sudden."

It thought of something and smiled: "Could it be that this is a unique hidden content that someone got there first?"

It thought it caught the target quickly enough, so it went to the cemetery to take a look and dug up Hatu's grave before coming over.

The Soul Hunter felt a little regretful: "Silent Death... can't you even be happy with one more audience member?"

At the same time, in another copy, there was a soul hunter standing in the same position.

It said nothing, just stared at the floor in thought.

In countless parallel All Saints' Day copies, the soul hunters who set foot in the city hall had different expressions. Some were just one step away from the goal, but lost their sense; some searched for half a night and found nothing; some turned around and decided that they had found the wrong place...

A slight difference can lead to a loss of thousands of miles.