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

Eileen raised her slender, pale fingers and gracefully tucked a strand of silver hair that had fallen beside her cheek behind her ear. Her deep, icy blue eyes remained calm and composed, exuding an air of nonchalant detachment.

"Bringing you along isn't out of the question."

Her ethereal voice was like a clear mountain spring, and the players, each with their own ulterior motives, immediately shut their mouths, even slowing their breathing, eagerly awaiting what she would say next.

"But," she paused, her icy blue eyes glancing almost imperceptibly at a short figure in the crowd wearing a cloak.

"I have never liked noise. If any treacherous and troublesome people were to offend my eyes, you should know what would happen to them."

Among the players walking in the middle of the group, one short figure, cloaked in black and with his face completely hidden in the hood, silently reached into his sleeve for a poisoned dagger.

This "person" is one of the "sheep eaters" mentioned by the system. Their original task was to kill players one by one under the cover of darkness after nightfall until the flock was completely slaughtered.

He was originally a player, but he failed the mission and was left in this instance. Now, only by completing the Sheep Eater's mission can he leave this strange place and return to his race.

But now the script has completely gone off track.

The black-cloaked former winged priest felt a cold gaze pierce through his hood, striking his very soul, causing him to stiffen and instinctively withdraw his fingers that had just touched the poisoned dagger.

He's been discovered? Impossible, he hasn't done anything yet!

Yuexi's attention was always focused on Eileen, so she naturally caught the deeper meaning in Mu Zhixi's words and that fleeting glance.

She slowly straightened up, a knowing glint flashing in her beautiful eyes. She glanced in the direction of Mu Zhixi's gaze, then stepped forward, her voice, though not loud, carrying clearly throughout the room:

"Miss Eileen, rest assured, if anyone dares to disturb your peace, the Moon Clan will make them understand what it means to be annihilated, body and soul." She then changed the subject and threw out an extremely tricky probing question.

"However, I wonder if your so-called 'disloyalty' refers to disrespect towards you, or... a doubt about the order of the Sanctuary?"

This is a trap. The former is driven by personal emotions, while the latter is driven by power dynamics and stances.

Eileen's answer will directly define the code of conduct for the "Sanctuary" faction, and will also affect the future stance of her Moon Clan.

Mu Zhixi inwardly gave Yuexi a thumbs up; finally, there was someone who didn't just shout "Awesome, boss!"

"Betrayal and doubt are both signs of disloyalty," Eileen replied ambiguously. "And my patience has always been limited."

The implication is that I have the right to interpret this.

Yuexi understood immediately; this was the arrogance of a god. She exchanged a glance with Cangya, and the two of them, like two great protectors, kept those players with ulterior motives out, forming an impenetrable fortress.

Mu Zhixi gracefully leaped down from the well's edge, her bare feet lightly touching the ground covered with fallen leaves without getting a speck of dust on them. She didn't know where the village's safe house was, but that didn't stop her from confidently walking at the front.

Because she has a control panel and the power to make her words come true, she can easily find a dilapidated house, modify its attributes, and turn it into the safest fortress in the entire village.

Having faith points means you can do whatever you want.

The blood-red light in the sky had completely dissipated, and the village was shrouded in an intense, impenetrable darkness.

A player tried to light a torch he was carrying, but the flame, which had just risen to the size of a fist, was forcibly swallowed by the surrounding darkness, leaving not even a trace of warmth.

"This is a suppression at the rule level; ordinary light sources simply cannot exist in the village after dark." A four-eyed player in the team, who was skilled in exploration, lowered his voice, his tone filled with barely concealed panic.

Yuexi snorted coldly, preparing to forcibly activate the bloodline power of the Jiaoyue clan to provide illumination, but Mu Zhixi frowned in disgust.

"It's too dark; it's affecting my view."

Mu Zhixi was unusually generous. On a whim, she crossed out 10,000 faith points without a second thought and purchased a special effect halo called "Sanctuary: Undying Morning Star" from the shopping mall.

A soft and sacred silver light suddenly emanated from Mu Zhixi, like a bright moon falling from the divine realm, sweeping away the darkness within a hundred-meter radius.

The light was not dazzling; when it fell on the players, it not only dispelled the bone-chilling cold but also caused their previous mental trauma to heal at an incredible speed.

"What kind of immense power is this? It can even easily influence the underlying rules of a dungeon?" The four-eyed player pushed up her cracked glasses, feeling somewhat numb.

Yuexi was already used to this, and she was certain that this sacred method that disregarded the rules must be the trump card that Her Majesty the Goddess bestowed upon Miss Eileen.

But on a deeper level, she vaguely sensed that if the Holy Domain and the old royal court were to truly reconcile, then Jiaoyue, "an old friend whose clan was wiped out by the royal court," might be offered up as a bargaining chip in the game of peace.

Of course, she did not doubt Miss Goddess. On the contrary, if the goddess were present, such a thing would be almost impossible. But what about the other archbishops of the Holy Land?

Mu Zhixi yawned boredly and wandered along the main road of the village, deliberately choosing the places that looked pleasing to the eye.

The man in the black cloak walking in the middle of the group was experiencing an internal struggle.

This halo was the closest thing to a miracle he had seen in the seven years he had been stuck in the instance.

If the mission fails, the system will eliminate the sheep eater. If you want to go home and see your daughter whom you miss day and night, you must kill all the thirty-odd players around you.

He gritted his teeth. Either way, he was going to die, so he might as well take a gamble! Taking advantage of the shifting formation, he used the item [Etherealization] and, like a slippery venomous snake, slowly approached Yuexi.

A direct attack on the silver-haired elf would surely result in death, but if he could injure the woman in the red dress beside the elf, shattering this false peace, the flock would surely fall into chaos, giving him an opportunity to strike.

Just as his poisoned dagger was about to emerge from his sleeve, Mu Zhixi, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped.

Yuexi was already prepared to counterattack, but she remained silent after seeing Miss Eileen, who was leading the group, stop her actions.

As soon as the two stopped, the thirty people behind them slammed on their brakes. The man in the black cloak was so startled that he froze in place as if he had been frozen in place.

Mu Zhixi's gaze seemed to sweep over his location almost imperceptibly.

Just kidding. Mu Zhixi could see every little movement of every player present. Eileen's icy blue eyes were quietly watching a two-story house at the end of the street.

The house's exterior walls were covered in black vines, and a pale green light shone faintly through the broken windows. A rickety wooden sign hung above the door, with the words "Do Not Enter" written in blood on it.

It's a standard haunted house setup, except they practically have a sign on the door saying "There's a big boss inside."

But Mu Zhixi was drawn to it simply because it was the only two-story building in the entire village, and the relatively intact balcony on the second floor seemed perfect for drinking tea and basking in the moonlight.

"This is it, I'm tired, I don't want to shop anymore."

Mu Zhixi's gaze fell on the villa that exuded a strong sense of death, her tone as languid as if she were choosing a coffee shop to kill time.

Aside from the Moon Clan, the players behind them all looked rather grim; the malice emanating from the house was almost tangible.

If they go inside this house, is there any risk of them surviving?