Strange national destiny: My Chinese-style horror scares the world

Attrition again.

Of the original seven people, only six were left.

However, everyone was still nine hundred coins short of the conditions to pass the dungeon.

Seeing this scene, the British audience was shocked.

"What happened? Why did another one die?"

"Everyone on our side controls strange powers, yet they died so quickly."

"These ghosts are so terrifying. Any one of them can be a boss in other dungeons, but there are so many of them in one dungeon."

"The other side is definitely open, right? The size of this dungeon is equivalent to the total size of more than ten dungeons under normal conditions."

The top leaders of the British country are even beginning to doubt their lives.

Originally, they thought that after receiving strong support from the organization and having so many masters who manipulated strange powers join their team,

Wouldn’t it be easy to deal with the Dragon Kingdom?

As a result, reality slapped them hard in the face and taught them how to be human beings.

It turns out that

Even if they put together a team fully equipped with strange items, they still couldn't force their way through the Dragon Kingdom dungeon.

They didn't know that Su Yi no longer considered them as opponents.

Instead, they imagine the imaginary enemy as an omnipotent god.

Under this premise, the copy he designed is naturally not something that can be broken by a group of mortals.

In fact, it is true.

So far, the entire copy has only been a minor fight.

The two parties involved in the game behind the scenes haven't started to play real games yet.

At this time, Su Yi was also watching the live broadcast of the copy.

However, his expression did not change from beginning to end.

He is waiting,

Wait for "that thing" to take action and personally control these corrupt country players.

Just like what happened in the zombie copy last time.

All members of the Western Eight Nations team were possessed by some mysterious power and transformed into supermen to escape with the highest efficiency.

Even if a zombie will jump out at the intersection ahead in a few seconds, you can know it in advance and take evasive action.

He knew that the other party would not take action easily, because the behavior of the possessed person was too strange, even the dumbest person could see that something was wrong.

It would be fine if this situation happened once or twice, but if it happened every time, and every time a country went to war with Dragon Country,

That would trigger global panic, spark speculation, and expose the truth that everyone is being manipulated.

Su Yi had a guess in his mind that the other party had not made a move yet because it was not the right time yet.

Even if the entire dungeon team has lost nearly half of its members, and even if the team's gains are far from meeting the requirements for clearing the level,

But in the eyes of "that thing", the remaining people still have the possibility to pass the level on their own.

Only when there are only a few people left and intervention is forced will "that thing" come to an end.

……

In this instance, a large number of vendors in the Ghost Market are designed to be somewhat random.

Even Su Yi himself could not predict what would happen next.

This is very similar to the human brain.

It also has the characteristic of randomness; a person's thoughts can change in an instant.

This is something that God cannot understand, and it is also the greatest advantage of mankind.

The designs of the stall owners in Guishi are based on this.

Randomness makes “that thing” unpredictable.

If you want to pass the level, you have to do business with the stall owners in the ghost market.

However, the business logic of the stall owners in Guishi is uncontrollable, and even the designer Su Yi himself doesn't know how to communicate.

Everything depends on luck.

"So, in this situation...how will you respond?"

Su Yi thought to himself.

………………

“I can’t breathe.”

In the copy, the man in bandages was currently being tied up like a dumpling.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the bandages on his body.

Instead, as he exerted force, the bandage became tighter and tighter.

His body became extremely stiff and clumsy, and he looked even more like a mummy.

"You're not going to die in front of my stall, are you?"

The stall owner next to him was a man with severe edema all over his body.

The other person was so swollen that his facial features could not be seen at all. His skin was pale, his hair was wet, and water droplets were dripping down his body continuously.

The ground beneath his feet was already a pool of mud.

But it's clearly not raining now, and there's no water source nearby. It seems like the water just appeared out of thin air.

"Puff-"

The bandaged man fell to the ground with a look of despair on his face.

He felt so ashamed that he might be the first person to be killed by his own strange item.

"help me."

He looked at the stall owner next to him.

"Are you kidding me..."

The stall owner looked at the bandaged man struggling on the ground with a look of pain on his face. The two sides were in hostile positions, so how could he possibly lend a helping hand?

But, the next second, his eyes rolled.

"Well...it's not impossible to save you, unless you are willing to make a deal with me."

"What... transaction..."

The bandaged man's face was red. Because of the pressure from the bandages, all the blood in his body was concentrated in his internal organs and face.

At this moment, he felt like he was standing upside down, with blood rushing to his head. He felt extremely uncomfortable, with tears and snot streaming down his face.

"I can save you, but you have to be my scapegoat."

"What... a scapegoat... are you kidding me? Do you think I'm a fool? I'll die anyway, so what's the point of saving me?"

The bandaged man felt that this matter was really absurd. He didn't react at first, but when he realized the meaning of these words, he was so angry that his head was buzzing.

I was going to die before the deal, and I would still die after the deal with this fat, wet man.

Then wouldn’t this deal be in vain?

"You seem to have misunderstood something," the stall owner said. "You think that if this evil thing in you kills you, you'll be free? That you'll be able to reincarnate? Wrong! Absolutely wrong! You're truly ignorant."

The stall owner looked at a fool and patiently explained:

"I really don't know how you got this evil object, or whether it was given to you by someone else.

In any case, you probably don't know the true purpose and harm of this evil object.

Yes, it does allow you to gain some strange powers as a mortal, but the consequences it brings are not something you can bear.

I can see that this bandage has killed more than just you. Do you know how I can tell?

I saw on these bandages, traces of suffering souls that will never be reborn."

The perspective of the stall owner is different from that of ordinary people.

To ordinary people, this strange bandage might be a little evil, or a little weird, but there is nothing special about it.

But in Gui's eyes, he could see that on the bandage, translucent faces of suffering people were constantly emerging from it.

Afterwards, he was detained back by a strange force, over and over again, endlessly.

These should be the dozens of previous hosts of the bandage.

While they controlled the bandages, they were also swallowed by the bandages.

After death, the soul is forever trapped in the bandage and becomes a part of the bandage.