No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

Mu Zhixi glanced at the eerie dungeon leaders surrounding her and waved her hand with a leisurely air.

"The guests have arrived, so you should go and treat them well."

The beautiful woman spoke with an air of nobility, "Investigate carefully tonight, especially those with wicked intentions. I dislike bloodshed, so don't disappoint me."

The leaders of the major dungeons exchanged glances and understood what Her Majesty the Goddess meant.

Beneath the goddess's facade, she was indeed kind-hearted. Knowing that the players had impure intentions, she still used the phrase "I don't want to see blood" to remind them not to be too cruel.

Ah, Your Majesty is too merciful.

Seeing the departing figures of the dungeon guides, Mu Zhixi thought to herself that she should go and scare these players, and preferably let them taste her cooking skills.

Her strange colleagues must have rather unusual tastes.

Perhaps only players can truly appreciate the taste and flavor of her cooking and tea?

Yes, this is called "Bole and the thoroughbred horse".

Mu Zhixi got up and, through the notification sound of gaining faith points, knew that the live stream had reappeared. She thought she could spend a lot of money on it.

She was multitasking, simultaneously manipulating her second alias, Eileen, and also using the system to release the Holy Angel and the White Whip Inquisitor of the Inquisition, which only added fuel to the fire.

On the other hand, in the hide-and-seek area, panic is contagious, especially in such a life-or-death situation.

Moreover, the warning of "only three humans" had, like a persistent parasite, sown seeds of suspicion in everyone's hearts, and no one dared to easily trust their companions anymore.

Even among their own kind, when passing by, their eyes carry an undisguised scrutiny and wariness. In this eerie game, it's not uncommon for players to be silently replaced.

The corridors led in all directions, and soon the group of eight hundred people split into dozens of smaller groups, disappearing at different intersections.

Yuexi stood still, letting the chaotic crowd flow past her. Her bright red dress and the holy golden light surrounding her made her look like a quietly blooming crimson rose in the dim light, dangerous and alluring.

Actually, she was stunned by the amplification effect of this blessing buff.

It was only then that Yuexi noticed that a new "Chosen One" had appeared in her job list.

"Sister, aren't we leaving?"

Ling Xi tugged at her sleeve; with each tick of the countdown, her heart clenched tighter.

The three Dire Clan escort players following behind them also looked uneasy. Although they had absolute trust in Luna, the current situation was really hard to calm down.

"What's the rush?"

Yuexi deftly flipped the spade card between her fingers, raised her eyes, and her beautiful gaze swept over the tightly closed black wooden doors, a smile playing on her lips.

This place seemed more interesting than she had imagined; after all, a place that "she" had taken a liking to was certainly not simple.

Just then, a group of players rushed over in a panic. They noticed that Yuexi and her group of five were still standing there. A look of surprise flashed across their faces, and then, as if they had grasped a lifeline, they handed over a yellowed piece of paper.

"Your Excellency Yue, these are the clues I just found on the wall. Please take a look."

Yuexi saw through his little scheme but didn't pay much attention. She took the paper, which had a peculiar texture, neither paper nor cloth. It was decorated with a script she had never seen before, depicting patterns resembling stars and crescent moons, exuding an indescribable sense of mystery.

She couldn't understand it, but Yuexi naturally didn't show it. She simply put the paper away calmly, looking mysterious and unpredictable.

Seeing this, the player with ulterior motives didn't dare to ask any more questions, thanked him, and hurriedly left.

They found several copies of this paper, but they couldn't decipher it. Worried that the paper might be tainted with some strange aura, they eventually decided to hand it over to someone else.

"Sister, what does it say on this?" Ling Xi asked curiously as she leaned closer.

Yuexi merely glanced at her without replying. She noticed that since they entered the corridor, several subtle gazes had been following them at a distance.

It seems that although this underground space is vast, it eventually comes to an end.

This is a chase with a predetermined finish line; they are the running prey, while the "ghost" is the hunter behind them.

Meanwhile, at the end of another fork in the road, the representatives of Ji Xinghui's race were gathered together.

The fortune teller in the center of the group was as pale as a sheet. He had just forced a divination, trying to decipher the clues that had been circulating.

"puff"

The diviner coughed up a mouthful of blood and swayed, but was caught by his fellow clansmen.

"How is it?"

"No," he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice weak, "the information on it is protected by an extremely high-level power; I can only barely glean three words..."

"The Language of the Ancient Gods"

Ancient gods? This scene was clearly presented to the audience of all races through the live broadcast.

[Ancient God Language, what kind of language is this? I've never heard of it before.]

[A clue that could make even the most skilled diviners on the Heavenly Rankings vomit blood—this information is not to be underestimated.]

Wait, this text looks familiar...

Just as the audience was discussing this, a golden comment with eight stars on top slowly floated by.

Ji Xinghui: [Full Moon Night Villa Instance, Coordinates, Indoor Courtyard, Stone Wall.]

[It's Fraudster Bro! The dark horse leader of the eight-star race, what's he doing here?]

[What he said is true. I've seen the Night of the Full Moon instance, and I remember now. Back then, Miss Number One deciphered the writing on that wall and opened the mechanism leading to the underground.]

[I haven't seen that instance. Can someone explain who Miss Number One is?]

[You just haven't watched enough live streams. You don't even know Miss Number One? Miss Number One knows Gu Shenyu!]

[It's more than just recognizing her; it's as easy as reading her own language. It's chilling to think about. What exactly is she, someone who can so easily decipher the language of the ancient gods?]

Eight-Star Ji Xinghui: [Summer insects don't know the cold winter, and frogs in a well don't know the vast ocean. Only after you witness the terror of the Holy Land will you understand the true meaning of the authority that "the Holy Land is noble because of her."]

What exactly is the Sanctuary?

Why are all these people giving riddles? Can anyone give a straight answer?

However, this time, no one came forward to answer the question, and the viewers in the live stream could only continue watching the screen with a heart full of doubts.

They were eager to know who this "sacred realm" revered by countless big shots was, and who the Miss No. 1, who could decipher the "language of the ancient gods," really was.

Viewers watching the live stream of the villa during the full moon night could occasionally see a few people, but for some reason, the full moon night instance mysteriously disappeared.