Fantasy Game: Infinite City

"I...this...father...you..."

Dwight learned from Han Zu what had happened during the period of his death. He opened his mouth but was unable to speak for the time being. On the one hand, he felt sorry for the breakup of the Morris family, and on the other hand, he was a little angry that old Morris and his brother Zeman wanted to use their lives for the resurrection ceremony in exchange for himself. Given Dwight's character, if he knew, he would never allow the ceremony to go smoothly.

Dwight's expression kept changing due to the complex emotions entangled together. He wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

"Don't worry about it. Isn't Old Morris fine? Cherish this opportunity and live a good life in the future. The Morris family may still need you in the future. Your sister and Zeman are on their way back. According to what Old Morris said, the telegram should arrive in the next few days. Clean up the place and give them a surprise."

Old Morris was very happy. He held his son Dwight's hand tightly and would not let go. There was only a smile on his face. In his heart, as long as Dwight came back alive, no problem would matter.

He handed Dwight another cigarette, which helped Dwight calm down. Dwight started communicating with his father again and listened to his father's stories about these years.

Han Zu was also touched by the heartwarming scene in front of him, but maybe there was no need for him to stay here any longer. After saying hello to Old Morris and Dwight, Han Zu prepared to leave the manor with a spear on his back and a machete in his hand. For Han Zu, the way to pass the dungeon should be to find the remaining three players and kill them.

Arriving at the main gate of the manor, Han Zu touched the horse parked at the door and prepared to say goodbye to old Morris and Dwight who had sent him off. However, before he could say anything, he heard a noisy conversation in the distance and saw the light of flickering torches in the distance.

"Maybe they are your family members. Now that they are back, I won't...wait, I don't think they are your family members."

Han Zu used his super vision to see the first group of people wandering near the gate of the manor. They walked very slowly, searching for something everywhere.

"They were searching for traps at the gate, but I only set three, and they have all been triggered. If it were your family members, they would definitely not do this because they don't know I'm still in the manor. Only other people attracted by the three people who ran away would check for traps."

"Can you see what the leader looks like?"

Old Morris seemed to know something and picked up the navy revolver that Han Zu had returned to him.

"Short hat, mustache, long black hair, wearing a dress and leather shoes that look expensive, and a... sheriff's badge on his chest? He's holding a lever-action rifle, and it seems like the little finger on his left hand is missing. Do you remember it?"

Old Morris recalled and thought of something.

"Is it him? But why would he come here at this time? There is nothing he wants in the manor... Damn it! He is here to find the magic circle diagram for the resurrection ceremony!"

According to old Morris, the man Han Zu saw was named Terry, and he was the city's sheriff. However, his background as a sheriff was not legitimate. Although he was called a sheriff, people in the local area secretly regarded him as a gang leader, and the ordinary policemen under him were also his minions.

Terry is about the same age as Dwight, a few years older than Dwight, almost forty years old. Because Terry once wanted to get involved in the Morris family's silver mining business, Dwight and old Morris had both dealt with him. However, at that time, the Morris family was united inside and outside because of Dwight, and coupled with old Morris's connections in the military, Terry had to keep his dirty hands back.

"Now that your family is split, it's a good time. I think this Terry is here to kill you. But I don't understand, Old Morris, why did you say he was here to look for the blueprints?"

"Among the servants in the manor, there was a maid who was Terry's lover. Terry planted her here to steal the silver mine title deed. When the maid was looking for the title deed, she found Zeman's diary. Although Zeman found out and took the title deed and diary back from her, she must have told Terry about it after she was kicked out of the manor. If a man like him knew that there was a ritual that could resurrect a person, he would never give up and would definitely find a way to get it."

Han Zu also knew that the three players must have had contact with them, otherwise it would be impossible for Terry and his men to know about the existence of animal traps in the manor.

"Ha! Terry, that bastard, wants to kill me? The pistol in my hand is not for show! I want to see how many heads he has for me to hit!"

However, Han Zu held down Old Morris's hand and dissuaded him.

"That guy didn't come here alone. Judging from the density of the fire, he brought at least dozens of people with him. Even if you shoot one by one and use up all your remaining bullets, you still can't kill them all. Besides, they won't stand there and let you shoot them. From your description, Terry is not a fool. He will rush to the front and let you shoot him."

Dwight was also worried about the safety of his father, Old Morris, and tried to persuade him.

"Father, this gentleman is right. There are no other weapons in the manor except your pistol. We should probably take the deed first, then leave immediately and contact your friends and old subordinates in the army to ask them to send people to help. We can't kill so many people with our bare hands."

"Your son is right."

"But what can we do about them? They will definitely turn this place upside down."

"Go ahead, Old Morris. If you want to live in your manor again, you'll have to renovate it anyway. There's nothing important here, right? Take the deed and leave quickly. Leave this to me, and I'll stretch my legs a bit."

"No, all my property has been transferred to Zeman's name. The deed is now a piece of waste paper. I have sent the new deed to my daughter and asked her to pass it on to Zeman. There is nothing useful in the manor. If anything, there are some scattered things in the secret room in the basement."

"Leave those to me. Where's the key I gave you just now?"

"Here, you can do it with confidence and don't worry about damage."

"Dwight, can you ride a horse?"

"Yes, after all, I have been in the army."

"Okay then, take your father to a safe place and come back after daybreak."

"What about you sir? Is it really okay for you to stay alone? Or I will stay too."

"You and your son just got together. Besides, there's only one pistol between the two of you. You without weapons will distract me. Let's go. Stop talking nonsense and come back in the morning."

He helped old Morris onto the horse first, and then Dwight also got on the horse. Han Zu followed them to the back door of the manor which was blocked by iron chains and wooden boards. He crushed the iron chains, removed the wooden boards, and opened the blocked back door without making much sound. Han Zu watched old Morris and Dwight, father and son, disappear on the path under the cover of night.

Back inside the manor building, Han Zu looked through the window and saw Terry and his men. They had just entered the gate of the manor and were carefully checking the animal traps near the horticultural plants that grew wildly like a maze.

"That's quite cautious. Looks like I should get to work, too."

It took some time to rearrange the traps inside the building. This time, Han Zu found some more tricky locations. The traps would keep refreshing, so there was no need to worry about the number. Han Zu quickly placed several traps in the same locations near the main passages, forks, and corners. Half of them were very hidden. As long as someone wanted to remove the easily visible traps in advance, there was an 80% chance that they would step on the traps in the dark.

The traps were almost set, and Han Zu returned to the basement. He used the key to open the secret room in the basement again, and the space in the basement suddenly became four or five times larger.

"The things Old Morris was talking about should be in these boxes. I was busy taking out the ritual items before and didn't have time to see what was inside."

After opening the boxes, Han Zu whistled, took out some things and put them in the bag on his waist, while teasing old Morris.

"I didn't realize this old guy has a hobby. Ah, that's not right. Maybe it was his youngest son Zeman who did it. Old Morris just knows about it."

After filling the bag and tightening the mouth, Han Zu lay on the sofa in the basement, smoking a cigarette and waiting for the right opportunity. Some time passed.

“Pah!…Pah!…”

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! My legs! My legs!"

"Help!"

"Damn it! Be careful of the traps in the dark!!"

There were noisy footsteps coming from above the basement, the sound of traps being set off, and screams after someone stepped on the traps. The whole manor became "lively".

"it's time."

Han Zu sat up from the sofa and checked the spear he had just placed on the table, as well as the bullets he had found in his pocket together with the spear.

After loading a bullet, Han Zu picked up the spear and pointed it at the ceiling, but after thinking about it, he put the spear down. After the footsteps outside the basement disappeared, Han Zu walked out of the basement, looked around, and found an unlucky guy who was far away from the others.

Aiming at his shoulder, Han Zu raised the spear and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The sound of firing echoed in the room. The sharp spear head fiercely pierced the unfortunate man's shoulder, and the barb hooked his flesh from the other side.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

“Kala-la…Kala-la…”

Screams were accompanied by the sound of the capstan turning, and the unfortunate guy was quickly pulled into the darkness. He tried desperately to break free, but although the chain was very thin, it was extremely strong. The force pulling him at the other end of the chain was not something he could resist at all. Soon, a bayonet pierced his chest, but because it was not aimed at his heart, he was still alive for the time being and let out a miserable scream.

"Who fired the gun?! Who is screaming?"

"It's John! He's gone! There must be someone else here! Go check on some people! Go!"

Several people who were not far from where John disappeared gathered around with revolvers raised. They saw bloodstains and dragging marks on the ground. Just when they were about to say something, they heard a strange noise.

"Crack!"

“Boom…Boom…”

“Gurgle…Gurgle…”

Something rolled out from the darkness and stopped at their feet. They brought the torches in their hands close to the thing and saw that it was John's severed head. The expression on his face finally froze in horror, as if he had seen something horrible before he died.

"John is dead!"

"What happened?! Who did it?!"

“Crack…Crack!”

“Step…Step…”

In the darkness, these people heard the sound of a gun being loaded and a heavy friction sound similar to footsteps. Everyone raised their revolvers and aimed them in the direction of the sound, but the sound suddenly disappeared.

"Isn't there a rumor that... the Morris manor is haunted? Do you think it could be..."

"Shut up your dog mouth! There are no ghosts in this world! You superstitious guy!"

One of them scolded his companion who raised the possibility of a haunting, but the cold sweat on his and other companions' heads betrayed them. The fact that Morris Manor was haunted was known to everyone in the city. Although no one knew who said it first, even Zeman Morris was scared away by this incident and never came back, which inevitably made others feel terrified.

"But even Zeman was scared away. He also said that no one is safe here except old Morris. Do you think it could be that... Dwight's ghost is still in the manor?!"

"I said shut up! Are you deaf!"

"boom!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

“Kala-la…Kala-la…”

Gunshots rang out again, and another lone man was hit. A companion who was closer to him grabbed his hand, trying to stop him from being dragged into the darkness, but the result of doing so was that he was also pulled over. Sure enough, this time, along with the companion who was shot, his head was chopped off and rolled out of the darkness along with the head of his companion.

“Click… Click!”

"Fire, fire!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Some people who were closer fired without hesitation in the direction of the sound in the darkness. The six bullets in the revolver were soon used up. Those who needed to reload stepped back, preparing to reload, but in their panic, they stepped on the trap in the dark and let out another scream.

With the presence of traps and gunshots in the dark, twenty people were seriously injured within half an hour. Half of them were dragged into the darkness and had their heads chopped off, while the other half were still alive, but their legs were broken by the traps. In order to save their lives and not bleed to death, the wounded were carried out of the manor, and under Terry's order, everyone temporarily evacuated the manor's buildings. He called some people to bandage his injured companions and men first, and prepared to send them out first.

"Boom! Boom!"

“Shh…”

Something was thrown down from the building and fell among the wounded. Some of the wounded were curious and picked it up to take a look. After seeing clearly what had fallen, their pupils dilated rapidly and they even temporarily forgot the pain.

“Grenade!!!”

"boom!!"

The things thrown down were several wooden-handled grenades, which exploded, turning the wounded and their companions who were bandaging them into pieces. However, the explosion range of these grenades was not very large, so only the people nearby were injured, and not many people were killed.

"Everyone go in! Don't stay outside!"

At Terry's order, the remaining thirty or forty people who were not injured quickly ran into the building, while the wounded were left outside the door. Then, a ignited explosive used for mining fell at the entrance of the building, which was in front of the window that Han Zu had opened before.

"Hide quickly..."

"boom!"

The explosives used for mining were much more powerful than those wooden-handled grenades. Not only did they collapse the exit, trapping everyone inside the building, but they also sent all the wounded outside to meet their death.

"Damn it! Search! Five people in a team! Find this guy and that old bastard Morris! I want to kill them myself!"

Dozens of people quickly dispersed inside the building, looking for the murderer and old Morris, but they found nothing. The rumors of hauntings slowly spread fear among the crowd.

Some people had already begun to think about escaping, and those who did so, because they had lost contact with the main force, became the unlucky ones left alone, and were soon dragged into the darkness and had their heads chopped off.

As time passed, the number of Terry's men was slowly decreasing. However, Terry, who had other plans in mind, did not notice this horrible fact.

Gunshots, screams, and strange footsteps came one after another. Soon, only a dozen of Terry's dozens of men were left. Terry finally reacted and began to prepare to escape from the manor. He gradually began to believe it in his heart.

"Damn, this place looks really haunted!"