Demon Lord preaches the Tao in the infinite game

the last week

"Today is September 12."

The girl stared at the computer screen and suddenly didn't know what to write.

Her temples were throbbing wildly, and her chest was more like a deer bumping around.

"Hey, it's such a time, the teacher even arranged for us to write a diary, how stupid!"

The girl still couldn't help picking up the phone, and then logged into an anonymous forum by accident.

Because it is anonymous, there are often many topics that cannot be seen outside.

Some are made up and some are real.

For example, right now, someone posted a post: "Have you heard about the curse incident? A high school in our city is suddenly on vacation."

Her fingers trembled, and then quietly opened the post.

The first few floors were just as she predicted, and they were all netizens who didn't believe it.

"It's too green, don't chat with me!"

"At first glance, I can make up ten such stories in one minute!"

"Outline text? It's interesting, I'll get a number first!"

Until the host uploaded a picture, the wind direction of the whole building changed immediately.

It was an extremely bloody picture, and the girl was so frightened that she almost threw her phone away.

In the photo are several dead boys, and the still shining mobile phone screen that fell aside.

Soon, someone came out again.

"I've also heard that there was a strange man in the subway in our city this morning, and he was chanting curses before he died!"

"My sister just said that she pushed a horror movie on her mobile phone today, but I can't find it no matter how I search it on my mobile phone. It's so scary!"

"Everyone, have you read today's homepage recommendation? That book is so scary!"

The girl knew that the most sensible thing to do at this time was definitely not to search for that book, but to forget about it.

It's a pity that she couldn't control her will at all, and she couldn't wait to switch to the home page.

"Malicious".

She stared at a bright red eye on the cover, as if bewitched, and accidentally opened the book.

The girl's mother picked up the freshly brewed milk from the kitchen and pushed open the door of her daughter's room with a smile.

Snapped!

It was the sound of a cup falling to the ground and breaking.

The man who was sitting in the living room watching TV stood up: "What's going on?"

When he arrived, he was so frightened that he fell directly to the ground.

In the room, the girl was already hanging on the curtains, her eyes protruding.

And in her mouth, there was still a torn page of the book.

After the man got up carefully, he finally mustered up the courage to take out the piece of paper from his daughter's mouth.

He thought, this should be the key to his daughter Zisha.

"When you see this, you are cursed."

The man threw the piece of paper away abruptly, and stomped on it a few times with his feet.

It didn't take long for the neighbors to hear a tearing sound coming from the next door.

After the neighbors called the police, the police pried open the door, but what they saw were the bodies of a family of three.

The man chopped off his wife's head with a kitchen knife and finally stabbed himself in the chest with the same knife.

This seemingly bloody domestic violence scene actually originated from a curse.

"Brother Lu," Wei Jin walked into the office and saw Lu Shi sitting in the room eating snacks while watching TV, and couldn't bear to disturb him.

On the other hand, Lu Shi immediately pressed the pause button, then turned around and asked, "You came here on a special trip, you must have something to ask me, right?"

"Brother Lu, recently I've looked at the news from all over the world, and I've noticed a lot of strange incidents."

Lu Shi's expression immediately became solemn, he nodded slightly, and walked to Wei Jin's side:

"Strange event, is it because of pollutants?"

"It's not like that. I specifically investigated the recent customs clearance records. The perfect customs clearance is zero, so no pollutants will flow out. If it is the pollutants that existed before, it cannot be verified."

"It shouldn't be pollutants." The door was pushed open, and Ye Bugui's voice sounded. He leaned against the door frame and said in a low voice:

"I asked someone to check. These incidents are distributed in different regions and are far apart. If this pollutant can affect such a large area, then it is impossible for us not to know its existence."

"Could it be that," Lu Shi's complexion became even uglier because of Ye Bugui's reasoning: "It's the system's enhanced capabilities that have invaded reality?"

"Very likely," Ye Bugui frowned, "If that's the case, we must end this game immediately. Otherwise, our world will be lost."

At this moment, Lu Shi's cell phone rang.

He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and said to Ye Bugui, "It's Modi's call."

Since the incident in the amusement park, they and Modi have become friends, and even exchanged contact information in the real world.

Modi called at this juncture, which is easily reminiscent of this unusual incident.

"Go ahead." Ye Bugui said softly.

Modi's voice came out quickly, and he could hear a bit of haste, which was quite different from his usual self.

"Hurry up and go back to the game world!"

"it is good!"

Lu Shi didn't ask too many questions. It would be a waste of time to ask any more questions at this time, so it's better to go back and have a look.

So the three returned to the game world without hesitation, and found that all the players had gathered together.

What surprised Lu Shi even more was that those players who were afraid of him didn't run away after seeing him.

This can only be explained by their being distracted by something more terrifying.

"You guys are finally here." Modi hurried over, and Ye Bugui noticed that the top ten players in the current standings were all there.

"This year's God's Choice dungeon has been advanced!"

Sure enough, Ye Bugui acted very calmly, as if he had already guessed it.

"Besides, the copy this time has a time limit." Modi shook his head. When he gradually anesthetized himself and told himself that this was just a strange game that would not affect his family, Modi was caught again. He slapped him hard in the face.

"You should already know that there have been many accidental deaths outside. And these all stem from a curse."

The person who spoke was Starscream. She inherited Black Scorpion's points as the vice president, and she is currently the third in the points list.

"And this curse is the theme of our God's Choice dungeon." Han Ran walked over, and she overtook her opponent at the last moment and squeezed into the top ten. "If we haven't cleared the copy before January 1, which is the new year, the curse will spread to everyone."

"How could it be!" Ye Bugui couldn't help clenching his fists: "Isn't its ability restricted, so it can't affect the real world?"

"It's just a curse," Lu Shi suddenly said, "It's not its body. It can indeed do it, I think this is an attempt by it."

The players fell silent.

Most of them no longer have such a strong obsession with life and death.

But they still have family and friends.

They don't want the world to be destroyed like this, and the beliefs that support them like that will also collapse.

"Then let's quickly enter the copy!" Lu Shi said calmly, "End all this before the New Year arrives."

The players looked at Lu Shi darkly and complicatedly. Even those conspiracy theorists hoped that what Lu Shi said was true at this moment.

As if the system had heard Lu Shi's request, its treacherous voice echoed in every player's ears again:

"God's Choice Dungeon [Maliciousness] is officially open!"

"Now, every onlooker player has been injected with a curse."

As soon as the words fell, all the players except the top ten felt a sharp pain in their chests.

They looked at their chests in horror, and found that there was a black palm print on it.

"When the group of ten chosen ones is destroyed, the curse will take effect."

The system still spoke the rules indifferently, ignoring the painful cries and protests of the players.

"Pray, you foolish weaklings. Prostrate yourself on the ground, and swear on your lives, and pray for God's mercy."

The lingering sound is still there, but the ten god-chosen players have disappeared.

In the real world, the screens of everyone's computers, mobile phones, TVs, and even Little Genius watches are replaced by an image with white text on a black background.

"Countdown to Earth's Destruction: 1 Week."