Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 13 013 New Tasks

"Set up a spiritual cage to prevent the escaping spirits from causing the surrounding plants and animals to mate crazily."

Tang quickly made all the preparations and then all he had to do was wait for the thumb tree to grow.

but……

Tang raised his head, and his spiritual intuition reminded him of something.

The surrounding space was filled with fantastic colors, and then a huge tentacle suddenly appeared and a letter floated down.

Tang took it, opened it and started reading.

"Help!"

A few simple characters appeared at the beginning of the letter. Tang frowned and then read on.

The giant octopus-like creature retracted its tentacles and quietly waited for a reply.

The letter came from his former companion, Olson Abraham.

"I'm trapped in a circus, Don, this is in Tingen, if you're still here... No, that's not right, don't come over!"

The writing is thick and the writer seems to be under some fatal threat, which makes the words he wrote reveal strangeness and anxiety.

"Don't come over?"

Tang looked at the octopus-like spiritual creature and asked in a deep voice, "Can you locate Olson Abraham?"

The huge octopus head thought for a while, but shook its head blankly.

"System, what's going on?"

'Update new tasks.'

The system's voice suddenly sounded.

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In the circus with a huge pointed roof, Olson Abraham, with neat short hair, wearing a black robe, and an anxious and frightened face, couldn't help but look at the horrific scene on the stage. He trembled and struggled to use the traveler's ability to open a door to the outside.

But, no.

Even though he was a traveler, he was subjected to terrifying suppression in terms of his status in this place and was unable to open a door to penetrate the space.

Those who are going to die will definitely die!

Why why why is there such a thing in this place?

On the stage, screams and blood gushed out. A huge, wriggling monster with three heads, dozens of legs, sheep's limbs, a pig's head, a tiger's body, and a snake's tail, like a stitched monster, ate half of the guest who had just come on stage with relish. The remaining half staggered and finally fell to the ground, with large pieces of internal organs and blood flowing out, polluting the ground.

There were many, many people in the audience.

This circus, which should have been ignored, now seemed to have become a popular and well-known place. Old people, teenagers, homeless people, knights, and many other people of different ages, genders, and identities sat in it, laughing and applauding the performances on the stage.

Amid the audience's cheers, the few who didn't cheer along seemed a little out of place.

"Next, we will put on a more lively, more passionate, and more audience-pleasing and satisfying performance! Now, we sincerely invite you! Mr. Nott Beria! Dedicate your life to our stage!"

"Cheer, praise! This is a miracle, this is the great miracle bestowed upon us by life itself! Let us witness this moment, this is a myth forged from both deformity and life! This is us, this is the most spectacular moment of our freak show!"

The magician, dressed in polite clothes, appeared on the stage from nowhere. His loud and passionate voice aroused warm welcome from the audience.

The gigantic, writhing Stitched Monster quietly retreated. The half-eaten Beyonder's figure was a projection of history, vanishing along with his blood and entrails, as if he had never appeared. The entire stage suddenly dimmed, and a stage light, seemingly from nowhere, momentarily illuminated a seat not far behind Olson Abraham.

Olson Abraham couldn't help but forget the past and saw a tall and strong man standing up little by little with a grim expression.

He was like a puppet being manipulated, with stiff limbs, walking towards the stage little by little amid the exclamations and applause from all around.

At the same time, Olson Abraham saw a new figure among the audience around him.

That was the extraordinary person who had just been eaten. At this moment, he was clapping enthusiastically, smiling brightly, and his body was covered in blood, but he did not look like an ordinary person.

It was as if he had just experienced an extraordinary fight and he was the final winner.

But Olson Abraham knew very well that this man had just been eaten by the monster in this place.

The cheers from the audience seemed to have a strange magic. The cheers were like a pair of invisible hands that wanted to hang him in this dome, making his mind even more chaotic.

Amid the shouts and roars of countless spectators, he felt that he was really not far from death.

"Belia, he should be a member of the Blood Worship Cult..."

He watched the demon known as Not Belia come on stage. The magician prepared a high-wire show for him. The demon, who was at least a Sequence Four, was attacked by some unknown monster midway through and fell from a great height.

"Sequence Four, Devil, possesses a strong physique and spell-like abilities, is cold, sharp, cunning, and can guide the minds of others on a spiritual level..."

Beautiful, brilliant fireworks lit up from the platform, and a Sequence Four demon died.

The magician, covered in blood, still held the short staff high in his hand. As brilliant blood flowers exploded, he took off his hat and expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you very much for Not Beria's wonderful performance. Next, we would like to invite..."

"Mr. Olson Abraham!"

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"No."

Don put down the chain in his hand. His divination was hindered. Something of higher status was affecting Olson Abraham himself, affecting the effectiveness of the divination.

"System, what's the matter with the task you just issued?"

'New tasks updated.'

'Mission: Circus magic show.'

"Your friend seems to be in a little trouble. Please help him escape from danger as much as possible."

'This task is a phased task. The next phase of the task can only be triggered after the previous phase of the task is completed.'

'Attention, this mission is extremely dangerous, please choose carefully.'

"Something high-level is affecting the divination, host." The system is simple and clear. "It's very far away, and this system cannot be sure what it is at the moment, but this is the task given by the program."

"High-ranking..." Tang picked up the life staff on the ground, "The letter from Olson mentioned a circus. This should refer to the circus in Tingen."

"If it's the circus in Tingen, there's only one place I know of."

He looked away and seemed to see a secluded corner where not many people visited.

(End of this chapter)