There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

"What’s wrong with your eyes!" Jinghong said, displeased. "My Duan Someone’s eyes are like a sea of stars. How could you not see that?"

"Don’t you have eyes? Or are we talking about your ’mind’s eye’?"

"Given your repeated, excellent roasts, you have acquired a new Passive Skill: [Sight Man]."

"Duan Someone! Stop imitating the system voice! I almost believed you for a second! And the term is ’straight man,’ not ’sight man’!"

"I know. I was doing it on purpose. Just wanted to work in something about eyes."

"Goddammit! Duan Someone, goddammit!"

Panting, Darts Guest slammed the table. He was about to keep swearing when the Lone Ranger’s tired voice came from the next room, "Darts Guest, keep it down."

As he sat back down, Darts Guest suddenly felt like he didn’t belong here.

’Was I just here to be the fall guy?’

He buried his head in his hands, trying to think of something to say to salvage the mood, when he heard the big guy next to him, Beist, say, "This person is pretty interesting."

"I think so too," Winston added seriously. "When Beist and I get married, would you be our officiant?"

Hearing the word "interesting" filled Darts Guest with joy. It was the first time anyone had ever called him that.

’Wait, no. A humanoid NPC.’

’That’s not right either. An Undead Skeleton NPC.’

But it didn’t matter what they were. Being praised was all that mattered.

While Darts Guest was lost in his emotional moment, Duan Fei switched into mission mode.

He pieced together the current situation and muttered to himself, "Something isn’t right. If Kael wanted to ambush the players, why go through all the trouble to do it here? Wouldn’t it be better at the spawn point? If it were me, I’d station five hundred axemen near the spawn point. I wouldn’t care who showed up; I’d have them chopped into mincemeat so fine you wouldn’t see a speck of fat."

"I’m kind of glad you didn’t design this instance," the Daoist, Bald Qiang, sighed. "The reason they didn’t act over there is probably because of the ritual."

As everyone stared at him, Bald Qiang continued, "I felt it the moment I got here. This place has the feeling of a large-scale ritual. Combining that with the information the Lone Ranger gave us earlier, I can guess that this is the ritual recorded in the Holy Scripture. Its effect is basically that of a large-scale Summon God ceremony."

"Who are they trying to summon?" Duan Fei pressed.

"That, I don’t know. After all, we’re too far from the ritual’s center. I can only vaguely sense some signs. I’ll need to get closer to perceive more. If I’m not mistaken, both the plague and the Heart-devouring Worms only work within the ritual’s effective range."

Bald Qiang was a real-life Daoist, and his in-game Profession was Daoist as well, which allowed him to sense certain special things.

Considering the current situation, Duan Fei felt that Bald Qiang was most likely correct.

That meant if they could get closer to the center of the original ritual, Bald Qiang should be able to perceive more, and they might find more clues.

After a moment of thought, Duan Fei said to Beist, "I remember you mentioned before that you escaped from underground with a group of people infected by Heart-devouring Worms. If I’m not mistaken, that place must have been the Great Tomb."

The blue flame within Beist’s helmet flickered, and he nodded. "That’s right. I remember now. The place we escaped from was the Great Tomb. After we were all infected, we cast a spell of Magic, transforming everyone into Undead Skeletons."

"I see. Do you still remember the layout?"

"I’ve forgotten. I only remember one thing."

"Tell me."

"It’s very dangerous."

Duan Fei glanced at Bald Qiang and nodded. "Don’t worry, danger is the one thing I’m not afraid of. Right, Bald Qiang?"

"I’m terrified!" Bald Qiang said instantly.

"Relax, you can’t die."

"But you’re already dead."

"Given your repeated, excellent roasts, you have acquired a new Passive Skill: [Sight Man]."

"Don’t use the same joke twice!"

"Keep it down!" the Lone Ranger roared from the next room. "Your voices are giving me a headache."

Having confirmed the current situation, Duan Fei had found a new lead: the area beneath the Great Tomb.

According to Beist’s Description, fifty years ago, a large number of people whose brains had been eaten by Heart-devouring Worms gathered there, likely to complete some kind of ritual.

However, the ritual was interrupted by Beist and Winston. The two then escaped and cast a spell of Magic, transforming everyone into Undead Skeletons.

Once the sequence of events was clear, Duan Fei set out with only Bald Qiang and the two skeletons. Under Jinghong’s resentful gaze, he mounted a swift horse and sped back to the Great Tomb.

He had mentally prepared himself, but the sight inside the Great Tomb still gave Bald Qiang a serious fright.

Tens of thousands of skeletons were gathered here. Some of the bodies, located near the underground permafrost, had decayed more slowly, making them look even more horrifying.

"Oh my god, this place is terrifying. My Spirit Attribute is high, but even that can’t handle this many skeletons. And it’s so cold! Don’t you feel it, Duan Someone?" Bald Qiang rubbed his shoulders frantically, like a little monkey.

"I’m a skeleton. What am I supposed to feel?" Duan Fei said with a sigh.

"That’s great. I’m starting to wish I were a skeleton, too."

"I can help with that," Winston said excitedly. "I love this kind of work. First, we peel off the skin, then we boil a pot of water..."

"No thanks, I appreciate it, but I was just talking."

An indescribable stench filled the air, forcing Bald Qiang to repeatedly chant "Infinite Celestial Venerable" just to muster the courage to follow Duan Fei inside.

The Great Tomb was as boring as ever.

Most of the skeletons were lying around, doing nothing. Some even yawned out of boredom. They didn’t even react when they saw Duan Fei enter with Bald Qiang.

A more lively one raised a hand and asked, "Yo, Chief, did you order takeout today?"

"Where did you guys even learn the word ’takeout’? Oh, wait, I think I mentioned it before. Never mind."

After exchanging friendly greetings with the skeletons, Duan Fei arrived at the door Beist had spoken of.

An absolute silence lay behind the black iron door. The heavy gate exuded a powerful sense of oppression, as if opening it would unleash an irreversible apocalypse.

Beist stared at the iron door as fragmented memories resurfaced, making him unable to stop himself from asking, "Are you sure you want to go in? Whatever is in there gives me a very bad feeling. I’d rather you didn’t."

"Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Right, Bald Qiang?"

"You’re the one dragging me in here, and you’re asking me?"

"It makes you look like the professional."

"A professional at getting us killed?"

"As expected of the man who’s all talk!"

"You flatter me."

Watching the two of them remain so calm and composed even now, Beist felt these two were truly remarkable.

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