Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

The rollback skill didn't work, she guessed right.

"..."

It seemed like someone was muttering something in her ear. Feng Lan tried hard to listen, but she couldn't hear clearly. When she heard it clearly, she found that it was Ars's voice. The other party was cursing loudly and reciting a strange spell.

Feng Lan found the direction in the darkness following Ars's voice. A spot of light appeared in front of her. The light was so conspicuous in the darkness. Feng Lan rushed over and fell into the vortex of light again.

"In the darkness, I offer the blood and flesh of the living, the bones of the living, and the wailing souls as witnesses, to the ancient existence hidden in the endless darkness, deep within the unknown hell, and to offer the most sincere sacrifice... Guided by the mists of hell, with the tortured living and suffering souls as sacrifice, awaken from the darkness, return! Return! ... Welcome new life in death!"

Ars stood in the wooden house, with the hanged Lassen in front of her. Her blood was still dripping down drop by drop. The dripping blood fell into the puddle formed by blood, making a tiny "click" sound, and spreading ripples in the dark red reflection, with Lassen's shadow swaying in the ripples.

As Ars's spell ended, the candlelight in the wooden house, which had been dancing quietly, began to flicker. In the light and shadow, it was hard to tell whose face was more hideous, Ars or Lassen's.

The next second, Lason's fingers hanging by his side moved.

Her face, which was once purple and hideous but pale, turned slightly red, her chest rose and fell slightly, and the wounds on her body disappeared at an astonishing speed.

"Ahem... huh—"

Lassen struggled down and touched her neck. "It feels so good to be young."

Ars, who was standing next to him, was kneeling in a pool of blood, aging, shrinking and dying at an extremely fast rate.

-

"Sister Lassen? Wake up!"

"Wake up, wake up."

Feng Lan sat up. She was still in the cabin. Wang Qi and Bob were relieved to see her wake up. Wang Qi quickly explained to Feng Lan what happened after she fainted.

"Just now you were bleeding profusely, there were heavy marks on your neck, your face looked a little scary, and your breathing and heartbeat stopped for a moment, and it was a minute later that you regained your heartbeat and breathing." Wang Qi brushed it off lightly. Bob next to him wanted to say that the scene was so horrific, how come it sounded so ordinary in your words.

First, a strong wind blew up all around, and fog also came in. The dead look on Lassen's body could no longer be concealed. The lifeless corpse even stood up on its own, walked to the middle of the formation, and hanged itself...

Feng Lan looked at his hand. The wound had disappeared, leaving only blood stuck to his body. He touched his neck again. The marks from the strangulation had also disappeared, and he could breathe more easily.

"It seems that what we did before was right." Feng Lan stood up and explained to the frightened Wang Qi Bob, "Ars is dead. When I returned here, she was supposed to chant the spell and exchange bodies with me to revive me, but she was dead and her body was gone, so the ritual naturally didn't succeed."

"The feeling of death is very special." Feng Lan smiled to ease the atmosphere. "How does it feel to experience a horror story firsthand?"

"I'll never forget it," Wang Qi shrugged. "That was really scary. I thought you were really dead."

"Oh, I know Valletta, but who is Als?" Bob was confused.

"That's another story. Now, we can go back."

Feng Lan led Bob and Wang Qi outside. Bob looked at the fog outside that still hadn't dissipated. "Valletta is dead, why hasn't the fog disappeared yet?"

Feng Lan shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either. "Who knows, but maybe it will disappear in a few days."

She did not destroy the second formation of the copy. The copy had to go through a process. It was really not easy. The main line was basically cut off by Feng Lan, and this fog could not last for a few days without the blessing of Valletta and Ars.

"Next up will be Christmas Eve."