It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 266: A Novice Player Who Accidentally Entered a High-End Game

The layout of the Adan Cemetery is different from other places.

In fact, the area of ​​this cemetery is not large and the environment is not beautiful.

But for some reason, the residents of At just like to choose this place as their burial site.

When more people saw others choose the Yadan Cemetery, they followed suit.

All I can say is that following the crowd is indeed human instinct.

But with the compliance of generation after generation of At residents, the number of graves in the Adan Cemetery is increasing.

Fortunately, the locals were both particular and casual about burial rituals, so the tombstones and coffins were stacked up layer by layer.

Each layer was covered with a layer of soil, causing the terrain of the Adam Cemetery to be higher than before.

As for the tombstones, they grow everywhere like a jungle, almost like a maze.

Xia Kai hid behind a tombstone and observed his surroundings carefully.

Before entering the copy, he obtained information by using props.

This cemetery is patrolled by a powerful hunter. As long as you don't get discovered by the other party, this is a very safe place.

So, as soon as he entered the copy, he found a way to find out the location of Adam's Tomb, and then came here after going through untold hardships.

There was no way. Xia Kai was just an ordinary office worker before being selected by the Hell Game, and his knowledge of fighting was limited to the military boxing he learned during military training in college.

Before entering this copy, he had only experienced one copy, which was a copy that was more inclined towards intellectual decryption. Although he obtained a lot of practical items, their attributes did not increase much.

This copy was obviously one that was more inclined towards breaking through by force, so he was very lucky to be able to successfully reach the Adan Cemetery.

When Xia Kai thought of the half-human, half-beast monsters he encountered on the road, he couldn't help feeling a chill.

The difficulty setting of this dungeon is not reasonable at all. Monsters that can easily leave marks on the wall are everywhere in the streets.

The last dungeon he had done was a team dungeon, and there was a veteran in the team who had experienced three dungeons.

But even that veteran suffered when facing these monsters.

What is this hell game all about? Don’t you know that the main god space in infinite novels is becoming more and more humane?

Xia Kai complained in his heart while listening nervously to the movements around him.

Soon, the sound of heavy and slow footsteps reached his ears.

"Here it comes, here it comes again."

Xia Kai wailed in his heart, then held his breath and concentrated.

In the pale moonlight, a tall man wearing a bowler hat, a long scarf and a leather waistcoat walked over.

He held an axe in one hand and a corpse in the other.

The corpse was wearing the clothes of an Ater resident, but the exposed skin was covered with black hair.

Obviously, this is also a beast patient.

The hunter who was carrying the beastman patient didn't look very well either. His body was slightly hunched and he was breathing heavily from time to time.

Xia Kai noticed that there were several bandages wrapped around his eyes, and he didn't know if it was because of an injury or if it had any special meaning.

But he knew that the other party obviously did not lose the ability to perceive the surroundings because of this.

Because he saw with his own eyes that a crow was shot to death by the hunter as soon as it flapped its wings and flew.

"Father John."

Xia Kai kept repeating the other person's name in his mind, although he didn't see how this weird and strong blind man looked like a priest.

Perhaps the priest in this copy is not the same as the priest in reality.

When the hunter approached to within about a hundred meters of him, Xia Kai opened the cigarette box in his hand.

"Name: Passerby A's Cigarette"

"Type: Props"

“Quality: Excellent”

"Effect: Reduces your presence when used."

"Note: When you light a cigarette, you want to talk about the past. Hey, where are the people?"

“Can I take out a copy: Yes”

"There are only three left." Xia Kai looked at the cigarettes in the box with a bitter look on his face.

There was originally half a box left in it, but it was used up on the way here and while avoiding Father John.

When these three are used up, he will either have to move to another position or use other items.

"Oh, if I had known, I would have exchanged some combat abilities when the last instance was settled."

Xia Kai sighed and lit a cigarette.

A red light lit up in the darkness, and wisps of green smoke swayed in the breeze.

Xia Kai didn't smoke, he just held the cigarette between his fingers.

Although the cigarettes will still be consumed, at least they can last a little longer.

In fact, he also knew that his previous thoughts were just to comfort himself. What powerful combat capabilities could he get with his few Hell Coins?

A good quality revolver alone would cost a fortune, not to mention the bullets that had to be purchased separately.

Moreover, looking at those crazy residents armed with guns, a revolver won't solve the problem.

If only he had some kind of cheat that gave him unlimited Hell Coins, he could just buy a Gundam and see if these monsters could scratch the paint.

Just as Xia Kai was daydreaming, Father John gradually approached.

His nose twitched slightly and his ears trembled, as if his sense of smell and hearing were making up for his lack of sight.

But only he himself knew that he did have a way to replace his vision, but not his sense of smell, hearing, or even touch.

It's something else, something more essential.

It's very "quiet" around here.

This is the feedback that perception gives him.

"very good."

Father John muttered to himself, then threw the body to the ground.

This was a poor fellow. Judging from the needle marks on his body which had not yet been covered with black hair, he had received a lot of blood therapy during his lifetime.

Father John was always skeptical about the method of "blood therapy", even though he came to Art just to treat his terminal illness.

But he has only received the minimum blood therapy to ensure that his disease does not relapse.

Of course, Father John also knew that this was just an attempt to cover up his mistake.

Because he is a hunter, and hunters not only need to heal their injuries through "blood therapy" after being injured, but also get blood from the bodies of wild animals in the process of hunting them.

Thinking of this, his eyes began to itch again.

Father John scratched his blindfold anxiously, but the tingling sensation did not ease at all.

So he raised his axe.

The axe was covered in blood, and even the cloth wrapped around the handle had turned red.

Father John used to clean his axe after completing a task, but now he was clearly not in the mood.

The axe blade cut through the night wind and struck the corpse.

Dark red blood splattered on his boots and trouser legs, but he felt nothing.

Once, once, and again.
Father John swung the axe mechanically and manically, chopping off the limbs and head of the corpse.

Then he turned the axe handle and used the back of the axe to break the bones of the corpse one by one.

After he smashed the hardest skull, Father John fell into confusion.

Confused consciousness was rampaging in his mind, and his soul was like a turbulent current in the deep sea.

However, his perception became clearer and clearer.

In the suffocating silence, Father John finally discovered a hint of discord.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at a tombstone.

Behind the tombstone, a pair of timid eyes met his gaze.

"grass!"

Xia Kai got up and ran away without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)