Life Dungeon Game

He Ao seemed oblivious to the dark tentacles, and continued to rhythmically pull the two of them together.

This time he used far more force than before, and in an instant he pulled the car door halfway open.

Then he grabbed Luo Luo and Lin Chichi, who were standing nearby, and pushed them violently into the corridor behind the carriage door.

He just asked these two to help pull the door open so that they could be held in a more secure position.

The moment the three rushed through the door, the pitch-black tentacles followed.

The carriage door, which had been pulled open, suddenly slammed shut, snapping off the black tentacles and sending them crashing to the ground.

He released the two people he was holding and began to look up at the pools of blood on both sides.

"vomit--"

Lin Chichi couldn't quite accept what she was seeing and instinctively gagged, but she quickly composed herself and shrank back, trembling slightly.

Beside He Ao,

"Brother Hao Yi, are all of these people?"

“Perhaps,” Heo pondered for a moment, carefully observing the two pools of blood, “these are the ‘players’ who participated in this game before us.”

Upon hearing this, both Lin Chichi and Luo Luo fell silent.

"So, this car never intended for us to leave?"

Luo Luo said softly.

He Ao didn't speak, but instead stared intently at the two pools of blood.

These two blood pools reminded him of something—the 'blood channel' that Ilya had used on the roof of the mining consortium building to construct the ritual for the descent of death.

He Ao reached out and touched the outer wall of the blood pool, and a series of twisted and chaotic screams briefly echoed in his mind.

This pool of blood also contains countless twisted souls.

He Ao felt a sense of unease.

He led Lin Chichi and Luo Luo forward, while the roof of the car above them writhed and stretched out tentacles, spying on them from afar.

These tentacles seemed afraid of damaging the blood pools on either side, so they hesitated to make a move.

At this moment, He Ao had already arrived at the door of the next carriage.

Unlike the previous sliding doors, this carriage door is a swing door with a handle.

He gripped the handle and pulled hard.

The door trembled slightly and was slowly pulled open, but it did not crack.

This door is stronger than the previous sliding doors.

-

outside the car

The thrust from the tent peg was getting stronger and stronger, to the point that He Ao was starting to have some difficulty pressing down on the tent peg.

Not far away, Wu Lan's face was already flushed, but she was still trying her best to press down the tent pegs under her.

Even so, the entire tent space still experienced slight instability.

As the confinement was about to be broken, the train inside the tent began to disturb the space even more violently.

Caught off guard, Wu Lan was nearly sent flying by the tent peg, but managed to regain control of it.

"Hold still."

He heard Yang De's deep voice through He Ao's earpiece; he seemed to be struggling to suppress the tent pegs beneath him.

It seems a bit difficult to control a B-grade extraordinary item with only four C-grade items.

He looked up at the sky.

It's here.

Almost the instant his thoughts flickered, the force he was applying suddenly lessened.

The Viñola, which had seemed poised to break free of its confinement, was once again locked in its cage.

He Ao's gaze was fixed on the tent-like space. The Vinora's reaction seemed to have weakened, while the structure of the tent space seemed to have strengthened.

With this shift in momentum, the pressure on He Ao and the other three decreased dramatically.

This ability is rather strange.

As the pressure on He Ao's hands eased, a refined-looking middle-aged man quickly emerged from the other side of the ravine.

His steps were slow, but his speed was extremely fast; each step he took covered a distance far exceeding what he should have taken.

It looks like the ability to shrink the distance to an inch, as seen in movies and TV shows.

He Ao gazed at the refined-looking man, who also noticed him and nodded slightly.

It was someone I knew...

Liu Nan's father, Liu Zhengyun.

"Director Liu, we've had such a tough time this time!"

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Suddenly, Wu Lan shouted loudly.

"it is good."

Liu Zhengyun smiled and nodded.

Just as He Ao was wondering about Wu Lan's actions, a somewhat playful voice suddenly rang in He Ao's earpiece, "This guy is a big spender. He's the richest of the three directors. Our overseas department earns its money by risking our lives. We must not miss any opportunity to increase funding."

It was Wu Lan's voice.

Reasonable···

He Ao turned his gaze back to Liu Zhengyun.

Liu Zhengyun took two steps to the outermost edge of the tent space and reached out towards the twisting train inside.

He wanted to subdue the vehicle first and bring it back to the Middle Kingdom to study its characteristics and secrets.

Under normal circumstances, the Verola would have fled as soon as it spotted a Class B vehicle and would never have appeared. That's why Yang De brought He Ao over to stop the car.

By now, their mission seems to be over.

With Liu Zhengyun's arrival, the thrust of the tent pegs under He Ao's command was reduced to almost nothing.

Under Liu Zhengyun's influence, the Verola's reaction became increasingly intense.

But He Ao vaguely felt that things were going too smoothly. In fact, the pressure just now was enough to hold out until Liu Zhengyun arrived, even without the arrival of four C-level officials.

The overseas department has a heavy workload and a shortage of manpower. Of the four ministers, apart from He Ao, the others are basically busy with official duties and will not waste the already insufficient manpower.

He Ao raised his head and looked into the distance.

A gentle breeze ripples through the green grass.

Something seems to be lurking in the deep woods.

-

In the car

While the car was preoccupied with holding off Yang De, He Ao, the clone, pulled hard and yanked the door handle again.

This time, he opened the door a crack.

He quickly turned to the side, pressing one hand against the wall and the other pulling the door open.

He pressed down, mustered all his strength, and pulled the door open completely. Thin, black threads, like strands of maltose candy, clung to the door frame.

He Ao swiftly drew his Shadowless Sword and severed these 'thin threads'.

Lin Chichi and the other person, who had been waiting nearby, quickly passed through the door.

He Ao turned around and stepped over.

At this moment, He Ao finally entered the front of the car.

There are no starting mechanisms or control panels here.

At the control panel was a writhing mass of flesh and blood, beating like a heart.

Blood-red lines covered the walls and floor, converging on the flesh-and-blood control console at the very center.

Having just been baptized in the blood pool, Lin Chichi was no longer so easily agitated. She turned her head and looked around. "The car windows here are also sealed off."

"Ah."

He Ao nodded and began to look around the space.

He crouched down and looked at the fine, blood-red lines at his feet.

These lines are arranged in a dense network, seemingly following some special pattern.

Outside, He Ao briefly transferred his main consciousness to his clone inside the car. He activated his super memory, quickly absorbed the patterns into his brain, and then his consciousness swiftly returned to his main body.

These intricate patterns were organized in his mind, and then connected one by one.

He pondered for a moment, then, mimicking the pattern he had just unfolded inside the blood-red bead, he connected these intricate lines together, constructing them on a single plane.

A huge, arc-shaped triangle, constructed from countless complex lines, appeared in his mind.

This is a ritual magic circle!

-

He Ao, whose consciousness had returned to his body, glanced at everyone. Everyone's attention was focused on Liu Zhengyun, and no one noticed his brief moment of distraction.

Just then, the sound of an engine roaring came from afar.

Everyone turned their heads and looked into the distance. Several people wearing white uniforms with gold collars rode light mechanical motorcycles out of the forest.

The people of the World Tree!

At the same time, Liu Zhengyun, who was suppressing the Verola, raised his head and looked ahead.

A cool, golden mechanical motorcycle burst out from behind all the other motorcycles, and its driver was an old man with a white beard wearing a pure white robe.