Chapter 230: Strange Tales of Huaishu Road Construction Site 28

Chapter 230: Strange Tales of Huaishu Road Construction Site 28

The young man's words fell, and he suddenly noticed that the atmosphere in the room had become somewhat strange.

More than ten pairs of eyes stared at him in a daze.

Lu Cheng, who was closest, hesitated to speak, while Cui Wenxuan beside him had an even stranger expression, as if he had accidentally swallowed a fly. He looked at Qin Fei as if he didn't recognize him.

All the players present, although most were quite capable, had been thinking and learning since they entered the rule world, trying to figure out how to gain greater benefits within the rules.

Just like in this strange tale, after being divided into two different camps, the first thing that came to their minds was how to ensure their side would win.

Qin Fei's way of thinking, which went beyond the established framework of the game, encouraging the female ghost to fight the Taoist master while he reaped the benefits, was indeed a bit unconventional.

Cui Wenxuan stared intently at Qin Fei's calm eyes.

This handsome young man with his delicate features was truly eloquent.

Every word he spoke to the female ghost sounded so sincere, yet immediately after she left, he could say something completely opposite and cold.

Tsk... tsk!

"What's wrong?" The young man slowly put down his teacup, his posture elegant, and asked lightly.

Everyone in front of him shook their heads in unison: "Nothing, nothing..."

What else could there be? You've already arranged everything for the female ghost; what more is there to say?

"That," Cui Wenxuan touched his nose awkwardly, "what should we do next? Should we continue waiting here, or..."

Qin Fei had just told the female ghost that while she was causing trouble for the Taoist master, the players would also take action against the other two teams.

However, this plan had already been rejected by everyone during the discussion earlier that morning.

Although the four teams in this strange tale formed spontaneously when the players first entered, it was either by coincidence or some other reason that the overall strength of the four teams turned out to be surprisingly balanced.

Up until now, apart from Qin Fei's team on the east side, the other three teams had suffered casualties.

But those killed were either NPCs or peripheral players, not affecting the core members.

In such a situation, if two teams faced each other, it would be difficult for them to have a decisive advantage.

Cui Wenxuan felt that Qin Fei's so-called plan mentioned to the female ghost was likely just a cover-up.

In reality, the players only needed to stay quietly in the dormitory and wait for the outcome between the female ghost and the Taoist master.

Qin Fei smiled and interrupted Cui Wenxuan's speculation: "Of course, we can't continue waiting here."

Cui Wenxuan: "?"

Cui Wenxuan's eyes widened slightly.

Could they really go and fight the other two teams to the death?

Qin Fei looked at the players across from him and exaggeratedly covered his mouth with his hand: "No way, no way, you wouldn't want the female ghost to fight alone while we sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor, right?"

Cui Wenxuan: "..."

Why did he feel that by following the logical development of events and Qin Fei's usual style, he had somehow become the one acting improperly?

Cui Wenxuan was confused, while Qin Fei waved his hand, signaling everyone to come closer.

"Since the female ghost has decided to take revenge bravely, as her teammates, we can't hold her back, right?"

Qin Fei said with a smile.

Yet, for some reason, the players who saw this scene all shuddered involuntarily.

...

Sinar Mas Department Store, first floor, west side, by the elevator.

This was the elevator leading directly to the fourth to sixth floors, which had been guarded alternately by the northwest teams since noon.

Currently on duty was Zhou Yong, one of the second-tier puppets of the Butterfly Guild.

He had been guarding here for over half an hour and still had another hour before someone relieved him.

The surroundings were dim and quiet.

This was a corner of the first floor, where the overhead lights in the corridor were broken, and the surrounding shops were closed.

Zhou Yong sat on a chair he had moved from nearby, idly crossing his legs and looking ahead.

Guarding here was an easy job but also quite boring, as no one came around.

Earlier today, players from the other two teams would sneak over to check the situation, but now they were nowhere to be seen.

They probably realized it was better to rest and regroup for now.

Zhou Yong had a clear understanding of the current situation. The old man on the third floor had explained very clearly that the daytime was their domain.

As long as they maintained efficiency and completed the tasks assigned by the old man before nightfall, even if it was the Mid-Autumn Night tomorrow, the female ghost wouldn't cause much trouble.

They had already won half the battle.

"In this strange tale, players who choose to join the Taoist master's side are truly the chosen ones."

Unconsciously, Zhou Yong muttered a statement that was completely opposite to Qin Fei's.

Confident of his victory, Zhou Yong casually browsed through the chat interface, where all crucial information was concealed. He could only see meaningless compliments and insults floating by.

Zhou Yong's expressions were quite vivid; he would smile smugly when he saw compliments about himself, but when he encountered insults, his eyes would flash with hostility, as if he desperately wanted to break through the screen and teach those rude viewers a lesson.

What Zhou Yong didn't know was that, through the interdimensional live-streaming camera, in the distant broadcasting hall, the spirit audience was enthusiastically placing bets.

...

"Those betting on the southeast teams, line up here! Those betting on the northwest teams, over there!"

The service spirit responsible for maintaining order spread its arms wide and shouted loudly amidst the chaotic crowd.

Due to the large number of participants in this betting pool, a dedicated display board had already been set up nearby.

At the top of the display board, portraits of various players within the ghost story cycled through, while below them, huge numbers showed the current betting ratios.

While lingering around the betting area, the spirits stretched their necks to watch the scenes on the screen in the center of the hall.

Both sides of players had their supporters, and the betting ratio fluctuated between 1:1 to 1.5:1.

Until one moment, the constantly changing numbers suddenly froze.

A few seconds later, a massive wave of noise erupted in the broadcasting hall. On the display board, the numbers for the southeast teams shot up like a rocket, directly overwhelming the other side!

"Holy shit!!!"

Spirits were screaming everywhere.

"What the hell is going on?"

"My eyes... Xiao Qin, look at what you've done? Is this even human?"

"I'm impressed, I really am."

...

Zhou Yong was completely unaware of the chaos in the broadcasting hall.

In a quiet corner of the department store, the atmosphere remained boring and calm.

Suddenly, the chat interface, which had previously been a mix of compliments and insults, tilted heavily in one direction, just like the betting ratio in the broadcasting hall.

Zhou Yong's screen was filled with insults:

"Idiot! Still sitting here?"

"Stop idling around; they're coming right at you!"

"I bet this fool will be tricked."

"My Brother Qin can handle two at once; little waste, you might as well go to sleep."

But this situation lasted less than half a second, and before Zhou Yong could even see it clearly, the system had already blocked some of the content.

—Because there were too many curses, it could indirectly reveal plot details, affecting the player's live stream.

If Zhou Yong had been more alert, he might have noticed the sudden decrease in chat messages and perhaps deduced something from them.

Unfortunately, he was too lazy.

Zhou Yong's gaze lazily swept over the chat, then he turned off the interface.

After sitting on the small stool for too long, his butt felt sore, so he stood up to adjust his posture.

However, at that very moment, Zhou Yong's figure suddenly froze.

He saw, in a corner not far ahead, a shadow flicker past.

It was a slender dark red silhouette. Judging by the shape, it appeared to be a woman with long hair reaching her waist. She moved quickly, appearing for just an instant before vanishing.

Red-clothed woman.

Zhou Yong's eyes widened instantly!

By this stage of the game, the players had thoroughly explored the entire building, both the first and third floors. There were no NPCs resembling this one.

And among the players who entered the ghost story together, there was no red-clothed woman.

The one that just flashed by... must be the boss of this instance!

That red-clothed female ghost!!

Thinking of the boss being so close, Zhou Yong couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, and an uncontrollable fear surged within him.

He reached out, palm up, and a yellow talisman folded into a square appeared in his hand.

The center of the yellow talisman was sealed with vermilion, and although its appearance was ordinary, it exuded an aura of extraordinary power.

This item was given to Zhou Yong by the Yin-Yang Master.

Not just Zhou Yong, every player on the northwest teams received one.

"This is specially prepared to deal with the female ghost,"

Zhou Yong still remembered the expression on the Yin-Yang Master's face when he said this a few hours ago.

"I have sealed inside it the things that ghosts detest the most, as well as the female ghost's most painful memories from her lifetime. As long as you hold onto it, you won't need to fear encountering the female ghost. Throw this yellow talisman at her, and it will surely deal her a severe blow!"

According to the original expectations of the Taoist master, the players would only have a chance to encounter the female ghost after dark.

But now, something unexpected had happened, and the female ghost appeared even during the day.

Zhou Yong licked his lips, his eyes revealing a greedy glint.

The NPC had mentioned that the female ghost's strength was suppressed by the formation, greatly reducing her power during the day.

If he were to use the talisman on her now, wouldn't there be a chance to make her vanish into thin air?

Having experienced so many instances, Zhou Yong had rarely had the opportunity to personally slay a major boss.

Although he was currently in just one of the strange tales of the Guild Tournament, if he could truly eliminate the boss himself, the rewards he would receive at the end would undoubtedly be substantial.

The great temptation gave Zhou Yong immense courage.

He tightly clutched the talisman in his hand.

Shouldn't... everything be fine?

He had the life-saving talisman given by the old man, and his personal space contained a pile of items. Even if he couldn't defeat her, he could at least escape.

Zhou Yong made up his mind and took step by step toward the direction where the female ghost had disappeared.

Because Zhou Yong had left the elevator door, he didn't notice that shortly after he left, a red figure secretly arrived and pressed the button for the upward-moving elevator.

At the same time, two more red figures sneaked out from the residential area.