The partyâs attempt seemed to have passed for a long time in Mu Sichenâs senses, but in reality it was only a few seconds, the doors of the rooms around opened and one after another people wearing cloaks came out.
Mu Sichen endured the sharp pain in his left eye and quietly observed the surroundings.
Their room was strange.
Through the room layout, Mu Sichen presumed that he lived in an apartment building, and after he stepped out of his room, he should have seen the stairwell, the elevator and the doors of other rooms on the same floor of the same unit.
But just as he stepped out of the room door, he came to a place similar to a square.
There were no houses around at all, only a wide square and a fog flooded with light spots, with visibility of no more than a hundred meters.
The surroundings and the sky were all obscured by the fog, but the light source came precisely from this fog, which was floating with some points of light, illuminating the surroundings. If there was no fog, he was afraid that he would be in the dark.
Mu Sichen endured a headache and nausea to recall the glance he saw, countless white feathers fell from the eye and turned into a mist filled with light spots.
It was obvious that the fog in the âdark nightâ of the town was caused by the big eye. In the âdark nightâ, the big eye would close, which should be weaker than when it was open. In order to itself himself and facilitate the management of the Tongzhi Town, it made a fog that could cover the whole town.
The eye, which was seen by Mu Sichen when he looked up at the sky, should be placed in the air, overlooking the whole town.
At this moment, the sky was full of fog, and normal people shouldnât see anything, but as long as Mu Sichen closed his intact right eye, a picture of a huge closed eye hanging in the air would emerge in his mind.
Just now, it seemed that his snooping had increased his ability to something unclear.
The system hadnât given a description of the ability, probably because he couldnât actively control this power yet.
The power of the big eye embodied in the eyes, sight, Mu Sichen believed that the ability he has at this time, was from the big eye.
He sincerely felt that his ability should be called âwoolgatheringâ, not âdiggingâ.
The big eye optimistic mentality made Mu Sichenâs san value very stable. If at the moment he had fear of the big eye, as long as he recalled that eye, his san value would fall rapidly, falling to the extent of no recovery. And after Mu Sichen gave the great being the name âbig eyeâ, the fear faded away, more than a hint of teasing, in turn, stabilized the mood.
There were more and more people with cloaks around them. Mu Sichen quietly observed these people under the cover of the cloak.
Most of them moved stiffly and looked numb, these peopleâs san value was probably floating between 50-60, below the passing level, it wasnât particularly bad, they should be ordinary townspeople, that was, they hadnât become followers of the big eye, and they werenât like the diary owner that feared the small town, they were only numb.
A few people san value fluttered between 60-90, he quietly observe these peopleâs expression, they were a little odd. In such a town, their expressions were actually scared with a hint of excitement, as if visiting a haunted house, they looked forward to and worried about being scared.
These people âŚâŚ shouldnât be the same as him, all inside players, right? Mu Sichen secretly got an idea.
He thought he was the only one who was pitted over.
After all, he had just crossed over to this world and was trapped in a claustrophobic dark room, rightfully creating the illusion that he was the only one.
Now that he thought back, My Ideal Town had an official website and a forum, and he wasnât the only one who could see it. Mu Sichen saw a few people who complained that the test game of âMy Ideal Townâ was so poorly done that the game was definitely not fun.
This speculation raised Mu Sichenâs hope.
If there were other players, it proved that there must be an interoperable channel between this place and the real world, and maybe he still had a chance to go home.
Of course, Mu Sichen didnât take this place lightly because of the existence of other players, and really treated this place as a game that could k-ill him.
Everything he had encountered so far was far beyond the perception of the modern world, beyond the control of the game rules, morals and laws. In this case, if he treated this world with a game mentality, he would definitely live a miserable life.
Mu Sichen didnât try to identify with the players for the time being, but waited and saw what would happen and continued to observe the environment.
San values above 90 were extremely rare, but there were quite a few -90s.
The san value attribute bar would be displayed in white, and those with negative san values were black.
Some people without cloaks, stood in the center of the square, their san value was between 0 and -100, looking at their attire, it was similar to the follower who had been beaten up by Mu Sichen severely, they should be the same kind of people.
Seeing these people, Mu Sichenâs eyes glowed slightly.
He was in danger of his san value dropping wildly, and if he could take out a few more followers, he could get more self stickers to prevent the san value from continuing to fall.
Unfortunately, the radio was left in the room, so for the time being, he couldnât help Qin Zu dig the wall, and he didnât know if it was useful to wildly recite Qin Zuâs name in the ears of his followers. Mu Sichen thought darkly.
Even if it was useless to recite the name, there should be heretics from Xiangping Town within Tongzhi town, otherwise there wouldnât be such items as radios and flashlights in the town. He wondered where the heretics would hide âŚâŚ
Mu Sichen was pondering when he was suddenly interrupted in his thoughts by an extremely striking san value.
A cloaked manâs head was topped with â 528âł san value, the white attribute bar was emitting a faint holy light.
Mu Sichen: ââŚâŚâ
What a reassuring number!
He moved his feet silently and slowly moved behind â 528âł.
At this time, several players also seemed to recognize each otherâs identity, they excitedly gathered together to chat in a whisper, they completely treated this place as a holographic game.
Mu Sichen stopped approaching â 528 â and wanted to remind these players to stop being so defenseless.
But at that moment, a person with white wings appeared from the mist and landed in the middle of the square.
The chattering players were instantly quiet and looked at this person with eyes that hadnât seen the world.
Mu Sichen also looked shocked, but not because this person had a pair of white feathers, but this personâs head â-1067â san value was really shocking.
The san value wasnât the force value. â528â may not be weaker than â- 1067â. It was just a state of mind, which showed peopleâs current mental state.
The higher the value, the more sensible, the stronger the will, but also the more ruthless. The lower the value, the more crazy, the more chaotic thinking, but the opposite was true. When the value below 0 became negative, it would reach another stable state. it seemed rational, but it was actually crazy.
This â-1067â was exactly this, his face was extremely peaceful and calm, and even giving people an illusion of holiness.
When the townspeople with a san value of 50-60 saw this person, the followers immediately bowed their heads in respect, and called out âFeathered eye Dependentâ.
Mu Sichen was a low-profile person, he also followed the actions of the townspeople kneeling on one knee, pretending to be a townsman.
Not only Mu Sichen, even â 528 â also did the same.
Only a few players were still watching the play. Seeing that all of them were kneeling down, three of them knelt down on one knee, and the remaining four were unresponsive.
Mu Sichen even heard someone saying, âWhat are you kneeling for? What are you afraid of in a game?â
The feathered eyed dependent looked at these people.
He looked clean, and his eyes were very normal, and his eyelashes were not the worms that Mu Sichen saw, they were normal eyelashes.
His eyes were bland, not the least bit crazy, he just quietly looked at a few players.
âBring them over.â The Feathered Eye dependent said softly.
Dozens of followers surrounded the four players, one of them smiled, took out a pistol and said loudly, âLetâs team up a few, these little monsters are all experience points!â
He raised his pistol to the followers and pulled the trigger, he shot accurately and hit a follower with one shot.
The follower that was hit fell down, and the other three players perked up, taking out ropes, sledgehammers, and scissors to attack the followers surrounding them.
The pistol player was extremely fast, apparently having chosen his initial tool with a corresponding increase in player speed based on the toolâs attributes.
He deftly weaved through the followers, mouthing, âThe little monsters are weak, letâs go!â
The followers acted like they wouldnât dodge, allowing the playerâs attacks to inflict wounds on them.
The four players quickly knocked down dozens of followers around them and rushed in front of the feathered dependent.
The pistol player raised his gun and pointed it at the dependent: âI have one last shot left, just for you!â
He pulled the trigger at the same time, and the dependent also smiled slightly, opened his mouth slightly, and spat: âHeretic.â
At the same time, the feathered wings behind the feathered dependent unfolded, and an eye emerged from each feather.
Mu Sichen hurriedly closed his eyes and lowered his head, using his cloak to block his face, trying not fall in the line of sight of the feather-eyed dependent.
He obviously didnât open his eyes, but his mind still had the image of the players fighting.
The last bull-et of the pistol hit the forehead of the feather-eyed dependent, leaving a bullet hole, and he blew the muzzle proudly.
When the dependent didnât fall, the rope player rushed up, âHeâs wounded, Iâll bind him, sledgehammer assist me!â
The sledgehammer player also rushed up.
At that moment, a wound suddenly opened up at the spot where the dependent was shot, and an eye appeared out of nowhere in the wound, and the shell casing shot into the eyebrow was squeezed out by the eye and fell to the ground.
The other followers who were hit also stood up, and an eye grew out of the same location where they were wounded, and countless sight lines locked firmly on the four players.
âHeretics, heretics, heretics!â The followers said in unison.
Several players looked alarmed and their san value, which was originally maintained at around 90, kept falling at a rate of â-2, -3, -5â.
âWhat the hell, this game is too scary, right, can it pass the review?â Scissors player shouted.
âPurify.â The feather-eyed dependent faintly said.
The eyes on the feather blossomed with countless blood-red rays, and the eyes of the followers also released a light red glow.
The san value of the players enveloped by the light fell at a rate of â-10, -10â, and when the san value dropped to 0, the players let out a harsh and miserable scream.
Their bodies kept cracking open wounds, and countless eyes grew out of the wounds and multiplied inside them.
But in the snap of a finger, the playersâ bodies completely collapsed into a pile of eyeballs that turned into a faint white mist in the red light and dissolved in the mist.
The feather-eyed dependentâs feathers released white light, which enveloped the wounded followers, and the wounds on the followersâ bodies slowly healed, and the eyes that appeared from the wounds closed up.
âI am grateful for the gift of the feather-eyed dependent.â The followers said in unison.
The Feathered Eye dependent put away his feathers, still smiling lightly, âThe heretics have been purified, and we still bask in the sight of the âPupil of the Skyâ.â