A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

Seeing the situation was bad, Zhou Ke'er had already teleported back to Honghe and Yi'an's side. Seeing this, she quickly reminded them, "Quick, close your eyes! Don't look at that thing, or your sanity will drop to zero in no time!"

Although Honghe and Yi'an had done as he said, the boundless blood and nauseating, writhing fragments still seemed very real before their eyes.

At the same time, an indescribable sound suddenly emanated from Long Aotian. What was originally a very faint, rustling sound became, in the blink of an eye, like a whisper in his ear.

Even the eight-foot-tall woman couldn't bear this strange phenomenon. She screamed and howled wildly, her entire body seemingly unable to support her as she fell heavily to the ground. She didn't even have the energy to think about what was happening; she just instinctively tried to crawl away in terror, "As long as... as long as I get to that place, as long as I get to that place!"

Only Zhou Ke'er was somewhat unaffected, but even she couldn't fight against this thing.

"...There's no other way. It's really tough without any means of attack."

Zhou Ke'er sighed. It seemed that she still had no choice but to use that trick. She turned to Honghe and said loudly, "Now we only have two paths to take. First, die here. Second... take out your highest quality weapon and use it to give us a chance to survive, but there is a high chance that we will still die... The choice is yours!"

Indeed, without a prop of the pseudo-god level, Zhou Ke'er really wasn't confident she could deal with the current Long Aotian—simply summoning a being to descend was just too overpowered!

"..."

Honghe barely opened her eyes, glanced at Zhou Ke'er, then gritted her teeth, and a phantom scythe of death appeared in her hand.

## Chapter 270, Section 265: Strange and Unusual (Seventy-Four)

"...are you sure?"

When Zhou Ke'er saw the Grim Reaper's scythe that Hong He had taken out, she hesitated a bit. "Actually, it doesn't matter if I die here...won't you suffer too much loss like this?"

It wasn't that Zhou Ke'er was backing down at the last minute, but... the moment Honghe took out this thing, Zhou Ke'er had a feeling that if she sacrificed this Death Scythe, something terrible would happen... Although she didn't know why, Zhou Ke'er's sixth sense was always very accurate.

Upon hearing this, Honghe gave him a look as if he were looking at an idiot. After glancing at Zhou Ke'er, he forced a voice and urged, "Hurry up!"

"...You said it yourself, so don't blame me later!"

Seeing Honghe's resolute attitude, Zhou Ke'er had no choice but to grit her teeth, grasp the Death Scythe, and shout, "【The Magician's Madness】, Equipment Unleash!"

Equipment successfully selected...

[Equipment being released...]

Immediately, as the system notification sounded incessantly, the Grim Reaper's Scythe in Zhou Ke'er's hand gradually solidified from its illusory appearance at an extremely fast speed. The originally jet-black handle blossomed into a blood-red color, but quickly changed from blood-red to pure white that emitted a dazzling light.

At the same time, amidst the blinding light, seemingly invisible humanoid phantoms gradually emerged, but their features were blurred and indistinct under the intense light.

Countless blood vessels wriggled from the handle of the Grim Reaper's Scythe, detaching themselves from the handle and rapidly spreading to Zhou Ke'er's hand that gripped it, climbing up her arm like vines.

[Beep! Liberation...failed!]

[Searching for the cause...]

No matching results were found...

[Unknown reason!]

[Liberation halted! Liberation halted!]

But Zhou Ke'er was completely oblivious to the series of system notifications. His mind was instantly filled with what sounded like the wails of countless undead, the indescribable screams of unknown beings before their death, and strange sounds as if death itself were present.

An image flashed before his eyes, and that was all he could see: a woman covered in blood, wielding a scythe, used all her strength to slash at something indistinct and unrecognizable, unleashing a chilling, almost tangible "wave"—or perhaps "qi"—that seemed to be a signal from death itself.

However, the terrifying wave had barely approached the unknown entity when it was shattered without warning, like an insect that was accidentally crushed without being noticed, disappearing without a trace.

Zhou Ke'er's eyes were vacant, as if she were being manipulated by some force. She suddenly raised the Grim Reaper's scythe in her hand and uttered a barely audible female voice. Immediately afterward, a terrifying wave of energy echoed out: "Yellow Springs...Nine Hells..."

The Grim Reaper's Scythe swung down fiercely, and a blood-red wave, almost tangible, rushed towards Long Aotian. Wherever this wave passed, strangely vibrant, almost blackish-red flowers bloomed out of thin air, looking from afar like a road paved with blood, interspersed with pure white datura flowers, like pale teardrops adorned with blood.

"This is a tragic song paid for with lives."

Zhou Ke'er continued to utter a low, unfamiliar woman's voice. Then, without warning, a large hole burst open in his chest, and countless blood-forged chains emerged from his flesh, violently wrapping around the Grim Reaper's scythe.

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At the same time, Chen Tian, ​​who was searching for the city's exit with Zhang He, suddenly turned her head inexplicably to look in the direction of Zhou Ke'er, and a wave of sadness, as if it were real, suddenly surged in her heart for some unknown reason.

But she knew very well that this was not her own feeling, but rather Chen Tian's feeling in her mind.

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"This is...!"

Long Aotian, whose entire body had been dissolved and fallen away, and whose body had almost coalesced into a sphere composed of writhing flesh, couldn't help but roar in panic.

Because, facing this attack, not only did he feel the breath of death, but he also heard Saya's hysterical screams coming at him.

However, the roar did not stop the attack in the slightest. Long Aotian had no time to dodge and was cut in two by the wave that seemed to have locked onto him.

As black blood and chunks of flesh gushed from the wounds that ran across his entire body, his body rapidly and uncontrollably turned ashen and withered, like a dry tree branch that would shatter at the slightest touch.

"Impossible...impossible! I, Long Aotian...I, Long Aotian, actually!"

Long Aotian let out a roar filled with grief and indignation. This move was clearly his trump card, a move with huge side effects every time it was used, but... in recent times, it had almost never succeeded! Last time, he used it but the module ended before he could achieve his goal. This time it was even worse; he was actually killed outright!

"I'm not reconciled! This can't be... How could I, Long Aotian, possibly... How could I possibly fail like this?!"

Long Aotian's rough, indistinct, and indescribable roar echoed for a while, but then it eventually faded away.

After delivering that strike, Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but kneel down, using her last bit of strength to grab the scythe standing on the ground, supporting herself so as not to fall.

The chain connecting the scythe to the gaping hole in his chest shattered instantly, turning into specks of light, like stardust scattered across the sky.

[Warning! Stamina is below 10%!]

[Stamina below 5%!]

[Stamina points have reached zero!]

[Player "Zhou Ke'er" has lost vital signs and has been confirmed dead!]

The module results will be calculated after the module ends...

Zhou Ke'er's stamina plummeted to below zero within seconds, and she could no longer support herself. She only had time to turn her head to look at Honghe before collapsing to the ground.

The scythe then transformed into a phantom and returned to Red Crane's arm.

"..."

When Honghe snapped out of her daze, she realized that in such a short time, her sanity had already dropped to around 20%.

Ignoring everything else, Honghe stood up, staggered over to Zhou Ke'er, and without even checking if he was still alive, picked him up, made him lean against her, and prepared to leave.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should already be dead..."

Yi An came to her senses and saw Hong He's actions. She spoke in a calm tone, but before she could finish speaking, Hong He interrupted her.

"You have a problem with that?"

The flamingo gave her a cold glance.

"I just wanted to tell you that, given your current condition, if you're still with him, even with my help, we might not be able to leave safely. After all, I'm injured myself."

Yi An wasn't angry; she simply pointed to the ghosts around them, which had also returned to normal and were now approaching them again.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Honghe looked around, and the Grim Reaper's Scythe instantly reappeared in her right hand—however, compared to the beginning, it became even more illusory, and seemed to be covered with cracks.

She raised the scythe in one hand and said coldly, "I'm taking him away now, and I'd like to see who dares to stop me!"

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[Zhou Ke'er Confirmed Dead]

## Chapter 271, Section 266: Strange and Unusual (Seventy-Five)

"Huh...huh..."

With her hands supporting her knees, she was half-bent over, breathing heavily.

Any normal person would be exhausted like this if chased at full speed for several blocks; it's a miracle they didn't just collapse on the ground.

"My weapon's cooled down..."

Cold-cooked rabbit, who had simply sat down against the wall, took a few breaths and spoke to the others.

"Hey...did you guys see that beam of light just now? The sheer force of it was ridiculous...Do you think it was the work of a player or an NPC in this mod?"

Finger Sand looked up at the sky not far away. When they ran here, they saw a blood-red wave that was only a trace of its aftershock in their sight, but it was terrifying just to look at.

Fortunately, the ghosts that had been chasing them were drawn away by the fluctuation, giving them a chance to catch their breath. Otherwise, they would have been too exhausted to take another step.

"Who knows... But judging from how all these ghosts and monsters seem to be attracted to it, it's more likely that they are NPCs."

Despite the spring drowsiness and autumn fatigue, I surprisingly didn't doze off. After all, I had just run at full speed through several streets; how could I possibly fall asleep immediately? "Besides, at this stage, there shouldn't be any player who can master this level of power, right? Otherwise... this is too terrifying..."

"I don't know... Never mind, let's hold on a little longer. Let's not give up here. Let's get to the rooftop of this building and get a good view first."

Zhijiansha took a breath, stood up, and glanced at the others.

"Hey...wait a minute, why aren't you tired at all?! Weren't you the one running with us just now?"

Just then, the exhausted Cold-Eating Rabbit looked at Yuan Fan, who had run so far but hadn't done anything yet, in shock and couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, I see."

Yuan Fan, who was peeking out from behind the building's main entrance, heard Leng Chi Tu's question and turned around to reply, "I have a passive skill called 'Desperate Escape.' This skill reduces my fatigue when I run based on the system's assessment of the danger level around me. Judging from this, the danger level the system just assessed was quite high."

"So that's how it is..."

"boom!"

Before Cold-Eat Rabbit could finish speaking, a loud noise came from not far away, mixed with many wails and screams.

"!"

The group looked at each other in surprise, then hurriedly got up, climbed the stairs, and ran towards the rooftop.

As for that sound... it was of course created by the flamingo.

Just a few minutes ago...

Red Crane turned "Face of the Faceless" to its maximum power, wielding Zhou Ke'er in one hand and the Death Scythe in the other. Dealing with those trashy ghosts who didn't even have special abilities was like mowing grass with unparalleled skill. However... gradually, many more normal ordinary ghosts somehow also rushed over here. Although their strength was not comparable to Sadako and Kayako, they could still be considered troublesome. Most of them were ghosts of the half-bodied undead level.

Fortunately, there weren't that many ghosts... unlike the previous situation where they surged up in hordes. The number of ghosts with normal strength was relatively small. Otherwise... imagine hordes of half-dead undead surging up, no matter who they were, they would all be doomed. How could Finger Sand Cold Rabbit and the others possibly escape?

Just then, Zhou Ke'er's phone in her pocket suddenly shook, and a figure floated out of it—it was Xiao Zhenzi.

"I sensed that Lord Hachisakaki's presence had vanished..."