Real Game: I Exposed the Old Ones

After getting Zhu Zheng's consent, Lao Dao began to get busy.

He once again entered the depths of the factory.

It didn't take long for Lao Dao to pack up some of the remains of the dead body and then walked aside to start tinkering.

Time passed by minute by minute.

During this period, the anomalies deep in the factory began to spread rapidly outward.

The concrete pavement was replaced by blood-soaked mud, from which weeds and trees grew.

The weeds are eyeball-shaped.

The neck area of ​​the grass is a nerve line that is constantly bleeding.

The eyes on the top are full and bright red, the fleshy skin is slightly transparent, and the red pupils are still rotating.

With a slight touch, the eyeballs will explode, spraying out thick bloody liquid.

The trees are giant tentacles.

The skin is rough and the top is bright pink, squirming regularly in the air.

Facing this curious hate hell, everyone except Zhu Zheng and Lao Dao felt strongly uncomfortable.

Xiao Wu looked at Zhu Zheng worriedly.

Zhu Zheng, are you really okay?

This hellish place. I feel like just staying here for a few seconds can turn people into irrational beasts.

Zhu Zheng said calmly: No problem in a short time.

He actually had reservations.

Compared to the old days or gods, this level of mental pollution has no impact at all.

At this time, Lao Dao also completed the preparations required for disguise.

The blood beads were extracted from the dead body by special means, crushed and exploded, and the viscous liquid was used to spread evenly on Zhu Zheng's body.

Liquid evaporates quickly.

The smell of the dead remains.

To everyone's senses, the person in front of them was completely dead.

After completing the disguise of his aura, Lao Dao began to dress up his appearance.

Soon, a stinking corpse appeared in front of everyone.

Brother, your skills are really amazing.

Xiao Wu gave a thumbs up.

Lao Dao smiled and began to disguise himself again.

Due to mental pollution, only Zhu Zheng and Lao Dao participated in this operation.

Taking advantage of the gap, Zhu Zheng asked: Have you contacted anyone outside?

No, the connection still cannot be established. Also, I noticed that the speed of space expansion is getting faster and faster.

I understand and I will try to address the root cause if possible.

When they first came in, the outside of Shengli Tannery was blank, but now they could see the outline of tall buildings.

These are all related to the roots deep in the factory.

Only by solving the root cause can they leave this space.

Of course, Zhu Zheng has not forgotten the item that is very attractive to him.

After a few brief explanations, Zhu Zheng took Lao Dao into the hell of hatred.

Then a dead body saw them.

The dead body was stunned for a moment, then raised a knife to pursue him.

It’s not about seeing through the disguise.

But this method is originally the regular greeting method in the Hatred Hell.

The two took advantage of the environment to easily get rid of the dead body and continued on their way.

Wait. There's a big guy ahead.

As soon as he reached the door of factory building No. 5, Zhu Zheng noticed something abnormal immediately.

There was a small door open on the side of Factory Building No. 5, with a dim glow escaping from it.

From time to time, the sound of flapping wings can be heard.

However, there was something patrolling on the only way to enter the small door.

——That was a tall corpse general with neat armor and a very powerful look.

It uses a sickle about two meters long.

Any dead body that approaches unconsciously will be chopped into two pieces in a venting style.

What a big temper.

Zhu Zheng narrowed his eyes.

I was thinking about how to solve it.

At this moment, Lao Dao came over and whispered: Don't do anything to it.

Zhu Zheng was slightly startled.

Lao Dao continued: Once you use your own power, although the disguise is still there, the breath of the dead body will disappear. These guys rely on their breath to distinguish the enemy.

I'll lure it away.

Zhu Zheng thought that this was the truth, so he gave up the idea of ​​fighting the dead general.

Lao Dao walked carelessly in front of the dead general and kept making provocative gestures.

Infected by hatred for a long time, the corpse general was completely a violent maniac with only Xiang in his mind. He was furious and slashed at Lao Dao with his sickle.

The old sword was as flexible as an ape, dragging the dead general away.

Zhu Zhengze took advantage of the gap and slipped into the factory.

First, dozens of dead bodies were seen.

These dead bodies stood in the factory building like statues, with endless death intention and murderous intent in their eyes.

Then, there is an obelisk guarded by many dead bodies.

Under the obelisk are piles of corpses and withered black bouquets of flowers. The surface is covered with a thick shell made of amber-like transparent material, and at the top is a huge bat wing.

At this time, it was releasing dark light regularly.

The glow is light and dark, as if breathing.

The attraction comes from the obelisk.

What is this? Why does it attract me?

Zhu Zheng was filled with doubts.

Decided to walk over and have a look.

However, as soon as he took a few steps out, his figure paused slightly, but then he started walking again without leaving a trace.

Not far in front of the obelisk, there was a small twisted shadow.

The strange thing is that the shadow is mixed among the dead bodies.

But the dead bodies around him turned a blind eye to it.

Is it the breath?

Zhu Zheng tried to sense it.

Sure enough, to his senses, there was just a ball of air.

If it weren't for the glow and if he looked closely at it, he wouldn't have noticed it.

He glanced at the shadow without trace.

Could he be the murderer in Lao Dao's mouth? It's interesting.

He imitated the appearance of other dead bodies, and after a rough patrol, he finally stood not far from the shadows.

The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.

However, behind the oriole there is a hunter with a gun!

…

The sky is getting darker.

On the Hatred Statue, the huge bat wings became more and more solid, and the frequency of flapping of the wings became higher and higher.

Strong feelings of hatred escaped from the statue.

By the end, the entire factory was enveloped in black mist.

Inside the [Lightless Curtain].

A black-robed believer suddenly pulled out a saber from his arms.

Anger filled his heart, which gave him horrific thoughts of killing his companions.

A look of struggle flashed in his eyes.

Finally, he threw the saber to the ground, breathing heavily, with scarlet eyes: Damn it, when can I do it? I can't hold it anymore.

The old man scolded: Why are you in a hurry? It will be dark soon, and the statue of hatred is still a little short of coming.

The black-robed believer said dejectedly: The hatred here is too strong. I was affected and became anxious.

It's so terrible that once our sanity is lost, we will all become puppets of hateful statues.

He looked at his companion.

His face was twisted, looking like he was filled with rage.

But their eyes were also full of fear and uneasiness.