Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 362 Savior
The slaves' screams were well contained within the basement, known only to Kou Yu.

Inside the east wing.

Xie Jingming sat uneasily within the simple circle drawn with ink.

Suddenly, a blood-red array slowly appeared with him at its center.

Xie Jingming didn't know what it was; it looked somewhat like a large inscription.

But I've never heard of inscriptions being used on the human body.

Before he could figure it out, a rather chaotic force suddenly emerged from the array and poured into his body.

It was not mental strength, nor any power he knew of.

Xie Jingming trembled all over and let out a painful growl.

It hurts so much! My brain and body feel like they're going to explode!
He felt as if countless people were raging in his mind, and he could hear their resentful curses in his ears.

The emotions are incredibly contagious; it's an extreme resentment that wants to drag the world down with it, making people want to escape the pain completely through self-destruction.

But then it turned into pitiful pleas, each sound like a sob.

An extreme will to survive at all costs, even if you are the only person left in the world.

The will to survive and the resentment of a tragic death were working together in his mind like a double whammy.

Xie Jingming momentarily forgot what he was doing, clutching his head in agony.

If he could open his eyes and look at himself now, he would see countless painful faces, each the size of a fingernail, moving beneath his skin, their contours clearly visible.

The power of faith filled his body, giving him a feeling of his skin being stretched to its limit, about to burst.

His flesh and blood were haphazardly turned over, and every bit of power was stimulating his potential, forcing his body to reach its limit.

Within the array, over a hundred question marks suddenly leaped upwards, breaking free of the formation and wandering around as if they were alive, displaying an eerie agility.

They scurried around on the walls of the room, and after a few breaths, they hopped and skipped toward Xie Jingming in the center of the formation.

They first appeared on his skin, then gradually faded, seemingly merging into his body.

The excruciating pain made Xie Jingming wish he were dead, but countless people in his mind were begging him to save them.

Save me...

I want to live...

You are the Savior...

The cries for help amidst the cursing kept Xie Jingming conscious, making him remember exactly what he was supposed to do.

He must persevere, become one of the Seven, and save those he can save!
After the question mark entered the body, the intense emotions in the mind gradually dissipated.

Xie Jingming was breathing heavily, the pain subsiding, and amidst his confusion, there was a hint of joy.

He seems to be getting stronger.

I don't know how much time passed, so long that the curses and pleas I heard seemed like a dream.

Xie Jingming suddenly opened his eyes; he was covered in a layer of cold sweat, which soaked his clothes.

His silvery-white eyes flashed with a sharp, blood-red light, and a terrifying aura surged from his body.

All the strange phenomena in the room disappeared.

On the other end, as the ceremony begins.

Zhou Fan and the others remained in the front yard. After informing Kou Yu, Dong Luan went to a dwarf bamboo grove in the back yard.

Yan Ziqi leaned gracefully against the bamboo and smiled brightly at him.

Dong Luan was not surprised to see her here, as people often gathered at this place.

He said, "The ceremony has begun. From my observation, that young hero is extremely righteous, and with the help of the people's prayers, he should be able to withstand the impact of their resentment." He had carefully selected such a promising young man with a strong sense of justice.

If one's mental will is not strong and firm enough, one's personality will be shattered by resentment, and one will become insane.

This has already been tested in a small way before.

Along the way, they unexpectedly discovered that the people's prayers could serve as a spiritual anchor for some righteous young heroes, increasing their success rate.

Yan Ziqi said nonchalantly, "At worst, I'll just find another one."

"I have high hopes for him." Dong Luan said confidently. "Speaking of which, Lu Kaiyi has our full support, so Lu Shaoqing must also have players helping him. But so far we've only seen a few low-level players from the Medical Academy, which shouldn't be the case."

“That’s true. I suspect the other party is an important figure in the imperial court.” Yan Ziqi pondered, referring to a high-level player. “I helped Gu Fuhui defeat that guy before and paid attention to his methods, which seem to match the rumors. As for Pei Wenwei, his methods last time didn’t quite match the rumors.”

Dongluan: "You suspect he's a player? But the gap between him and us is quite large."

He wasn't referring to them being too weak, but rather too strong.

Because of the main mission, they inevitably looked down on Lu Kaiyi when they cooperated with him.

What can a deposed emperor, a homeless dog, possibly have to offer?

Lu Kaiyi saw through their thoughts and proposed a discussion.

The result, of course, was that they were completely thrashed.

The opponent's moves are unpredictable and comprehensive, capable of both illusions and direct attacks, and they can use spell-like techniques with ease.

This is far from the rumors.

If it weren't for the mission description, they would have almost thought the other person was also a player.

To everyone's surprise, Pei Wenwei managed to force him to retreat at the cost of mutual destruction.

"It's precisely because he's too strong that something's even more off," Yan Ziqi analyzed. "He just broke through to the seventh level not long ago, and even though he acquired new supernatural powers, the fact that he can possess such strong combat power in such a short time is more like a player possessing him."

“Then wouldn’t he be…” Dong Luan gestured unwillingly.

Fingers spread out and fingers together.

Yan Ziqi understood and said helplessly, "50 points of disguise coefficient."

This is something no one wants to face. After playing countless ranked matches, they know how difficult it is to reach this score.

Every decision was made with utmost rationality.

He possesses both physical gifts and intellectual prowess.

Dong Luan asked suspiciously, "When we attacked the Imperial Medical Academy last time, our intention was to test the strength of the imperial court, exhaust their garrison's energy, and guide them to focus all their attention on conquering the plague. Although we achieved our goal, I always felt that the other side had been too quiet for the past month."

Top players do nothing and let them do whatever they want?
"Guessing won't help. We should just follow our own pace. Being suspicious will only make us more susceptible to being led astray," Yan Ziqi said calmly. "I once encountered a player who was skilled at using words to guide others' actions. That person was cunning, so the best approach is not to guess or overthink."

Dong Luan asked curiously, "Who is that person?"

Yan Ziqi: "He calls himself 'Nine Impolite Things'."

As soon as he finished speaking, an incredibly powerful aura erupted from the east wing, sweeping across the entire slave market!

The two sensed that aura and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Seven Sects!" Dong Luan's face was full of excited smiles. "He succeeded!"

Yan Ziqi watched the figure soar into the sky, then smiled lightly and left.

Inside the master bedroom, the array around Kou Yu had dissipated, and Fu An Gong's appearance remained unchanged, still standing perfectly fine on the altar.

"It's time to move on to the next step."

He was looking forward to it.