Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

"not good!"

The werewolf turned around and his eyes were pure white. Even the vertical pupils of a beast could not be seen. There was only a confusing white that revealed a sense of weirdness.

If the possessed [Psychopath] has caused a lot of trouble to everyone, then now this majestic [Werewolf] that is over two meters tall and has sharp teeth and claws will bring bloody slaughter to everyone!

"This is how to do……"

A feeling of despair spread in everyone's hearts. It seemed that the monster could possess them at will, and even if the possessed person died, it would not have any effect on it.

"Awooo!" The possessed werewolf stretched out his strong lower limbs and rushed towards the crowd in an upright manner, with a terrifying light flashing on his fangs.

"Swish!" A delicate feather arrow shot through the air and hit the werewolf's left eye directly.

Everyone looked in surprise. It was the Hunter sequencer from Wu Yi's team. She was holding a crossbow and aiming at the werewolf. The second arrow was already on the string, and tears were still on her face.

"Wu Yi! What are you going to do! Are you going to kill him?"

[Werewolf] The Sequencer's companion said with great sorrow.

"One of my companions has died!!!" Wu Yi yelled madly, his face turned ashen and his eyes were full of blood red.

It was his order to let the hunter shoot directly. He wanted to kill this ghost thing and avenge his companions!

"That's my teammate!" One of [Werewolf's] companions roared loudly, eager to stop Wu Yi and others.

But the werewolf ignored them. Even after being shot in the left eye, he continued to attack aggressively. His pace never slowed down, and he seemed to feel no pain.

"Liu Feng! Stop! It's me!"

The teammate of Werewolf opened his arms and stood in front of Werewolf. He did this to awaken Werewolf's consciousness and also to prevent those Sequencers from hurting him.

However, without a moment's hesitation, a pair of sharp claws chopped down from his head, embedding into the man's head and stopping only when they tore his lips.

"Tick, tick!"

The claws were covered with red and white sticky substances, and blood was slowly dripping down the claws.

The man who was killed didn't even utter a scream, he died at the hands of his own teammates.

"call out!"

Another arrow hit the werewolf's right eye accurately.

The flames sprayed by the juggler also hit the werewolf. The smell of burnt hair filled the air, mixed with the smell of blood, composing the most tragic melody.

The werewolf let the flames spread over his body, unmoved, until his entire body was enveloped in flames without any movement or struggle.

Everyone could only see his two-meter-tall shadow gradually disappearing in the flames, his flesh and blood being burned.

"insect."

From the blazing red flames, everyone seemed to hear these two words again.

That was the monster's mockery of them.

"Is it over?" Someone collapsed on the ground, muttering weakly.

It seemed that the flames could not only burn the flesh and blood, but also burn the monster whose shape had never been seen.

After waiting for a while, nothing happened, and the vigilance in the eyes of the people on the field faded a little.

"It seems to be over..."

The man in the cleaning worker's uniform said thankfully, his face full of ecstasy at surviving a disaster.

This time, he was neither possessed nor hunted, and luckily survived.

"Hahahaha!! Hahaha!!! I'm not dead!! Hahaha!"

The suppressed mood was released at this moment, and the cleaner laughed wildly towards the sky and danced with joy.

"insect."

Someone came to his side at some point, opened his lips and uttered these two words.

The cleaner who was still laughing wildly didn't hear anything at all. He had gone insane and was just dancing by himself.

"puff!"

It was not until a dagger pierced his abdomen that he woke up from his dream and looked at the person in front of him with shock.

The man was wearing a dirty mental health uniform, his soft hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his scalp, his face was cold, his eyes were white, he seemed to be looking at him, but not looking at him.

It’s that [Psychopath] Ah Shui, he’s been possessed again.

He was so busy laughing and dancing that he didn't notice that death was approaching.

Before the cleaner died, he read only one meaning from those pure white eyes.

Contempt, contempt, and contempt.

"You're too noisy!"

The monster rarely spoke a few more words. The cleaner didn't know whether he should be honored or regretful.

"God damn it! Are you going to be satisfied only when all of us are dead?"

Someone shouted angrily, is there nothing they can do?

If you kill, then that person is a sequencer like you. If you don’t kill, you will be the one to be killed.

"Fortune teller, is there no solution?"

The musician asked anxiously, with a look of despair on his face.

At this time, the [Psychopath] Sequencer was already walking towards the crowd with a dagger in his hand. His steps were slow, but every step he took was stepping on everyone's heart.

Qin Yangming gritted his teeth. The current situation was too critical and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

As of now, the people who have been possessed are [Beggar], [Fisherman], [Prisoner], [Sloth], [Mental Illness], and [Werewolf], in order. These people are either corroded by the weirdness and are terminally ill, or they are mentally weak and unconscious.

It seems that the monster cannot possess people at will, and can only target those who are mentally weaker.

But what’s the use of knowing this?

[Mental Illness] The fat body of the Sequencer slowly moved around the venue. No one dared to let him approach. Everyone could only run around quickly, praying that they would not be targeted.

Qin Yangming recalled the scene when Nan Guan was possessed. The sound of the Sanqing Bell and the scriptures might be useful.

"Ong!"

He used the same trick again, and sure enough, the pace of the [Mental Illness] sequencer slowed down significantly, and a pair of pure white ruthless eyes looked towards Qin Yangming.

"insect."

He uttered these two words with contempt, resisting Qin Yangming's magic, and his slowed pace gradually quickened.

Until the end, Qin Yangming seemed unable to have any influence on it.

Only then did Qin Yangming truly feel the power of Jingjian. It was already very powerful that Jingjian was able to wrest control of the monster's body!

"Damn it! Fortune teller! Where is the chance of survival you talked about!" Wu Yi shouted angrily. They were already prepared to kill A Shui.

The heavens have forty-nine, and man escapes one of them.

Where is that one?

Or, is this a dead end?

The obese [Psychopath] Sequencer with white eyes walked over, holding a dagger in his hand, and his dark shadow swayed and fluctuated under his feet.

Shadow doesn't seem that fat.

Qin Yangming thought of something. He stroked the small mirror on his neck and whispered into it:

"Hey! Do you want to eat something delicious?!"

These words were not spoken to Jingjian, as the little fellow had already fallen into a deep sleep.

He was talking to the kerosene lamp.