Chapter 710: Dream Pro Lalaier

"Send someone in to record a game video."
"It's normal to accept mental pollution, let Chen Dong go."
"If you want me to say, why don't you all go, what kind of ability to watch outside, only let yourself take risks?"
"Before participating in this operation, everyone had signed a contract and knew that they would be contaminated. After this event, we will cleanse our beliefs in the game. There is nothing to be afraid of."
The people said in a few words, without Chen Dong's persuasion, they were determined to listen to the mental pollution.
Until reality, no player has studied how to control the resistance force, so once you hear the pollution, you really do.
Everyone let go of their hearts and listened to that belief continuously.
Although he didn't know how to control resistance, he listened to the resistance force many times and gave the resistance force many hints, let the resistance force obey this kind of spiritual pollution, and regarded Cthulhu's call as a legitimate voice.
Not long.
A group of players looked numb, and walked on the solid seabed mud towards the giant green seabed city.
A huge undersea city stands in the restricted area, and dozens of weird stone pillars are suspended above the city.
Everyone was unconscious, attracted by Cthulhu's call, and at some point they walked into the land of Lalaiye and came to the core city.
The black ghost noticed the player's approach, drifted over slowly, and stopped in front of an inner ghost.
The inner ghost player Chen Dong has also practiced the dark perspective ability and can see the black ghost approaching.
"Waiting for my master to wake up."
The black ghost didn't talk much, and he stayed in place after speaking, with no faces and no entities.
"Yes!" Chen Dong was very excited, Lalaiye was real, and the great Cthulhu was about to recover.
In fact, it is not that simple.
If Kemeng doesn't sleep, the huge statue in the core city won't wake up.
Chen Dong waited for a long time, instead of waiting for the to wake up, instead he turned his attention to the weird octopus head sculpture in the city.
The sculpture is very huge, with a terrifying face, with unformed wings, and countless beards make people feel uncomfortable.
After reading the sculpture, his eyes were attracted by the series of treasures beside the sculpture.
They emit dim golden light, some of them are not luminous, and the brilliance is inherent.
But for some reason, he knew it must be a good thing before he had touched it.
What Chen Dong saw was actually a sacrifice made by believers to the evil god.
If the black ghost knew he was thinking about those things, he might have slaughtered him on the spot.
"Ah!" The players around him also gradually recovered some of their sanity, yelling in pain.
But they quickly lost in the manic mood.
Some people can remain rational for a while, sometimes sober, and sometimes show admiration expressions, and speak admiring words to the statue, which is very contradictory.
The black ghost was indifferent, floating on the ground, the tattered cloak seemed to be surging in the wind.
"I have to go offline, it's so uncomfortable here."
Some people regained their rationality, felt physical discomfort and decided to go offline.
Several unseen super negative states have emerged in the status bar.
The worst thing is that those super negative states don't have any text signs.
Click on these status icons with consciousness, and the text that pops up is full of question marks.
Negative state: "???", "???", "???"...
So he didn't know what the ghost influence was.
According to his understanding, it is an impact that cannot be described or understood.
Cthulhu is also this kind of thing, and the words cannot be accurate in their image.
Ten seconds later.
The man disappeared, he did not enter a fighting state, and he could leave the line safely.
The rest of the people are also in pain, and occasionally some people wake up with a strong will, but hesitate to go offline.
After all, the black ghosts did not attack them. This is a great thing, enough to observe whether Cthulhu is resurrected, and it must be a big loss to go offline now.
The captain woke up and glanced at the game's recording system. It was still recording. He breathed a sigh of relief, but there was no guarantee that it would be recorded.
He had photographed the scene of Cthulhu's sacrifice before, and he couldn't see the evil at all.
At this time, someone boldly asked the black ghost when he was awake: "Is this the era of the second week?"
The black ghost glanced at the player, "I don't know what you are talking about, shut up!"
After speaking, the player's mouth was sealed, and he couldn't say anything, his eyes were round and he was very aggrieved.
Chen Dong looked at the player who had been hit by the Sealing Curse with a pitying look. He didn't call out grievances for him, but instead felt funny in his heart.
After a while.
The player whose mouth was sealed was in a poor state of mind, and once again fell into a manic state, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, "You are all dead, the stars are about to return!"
But after the manic state was over, he didn't remember the incident again, but was reminded that he had just gone crazy.
"It's terrible, the environment is too depressing, I will go offline first."
He couldn't stand the atmosphere of Laley and took the initiative to leave the line safely.
Chen Dong remained silent and held on.
Other restricted areas also have such a terrifying environment, but Laleille has a different feeling.
It seems to be extra real here, it makes people cold to the bones and soul.
Chen Dong felt very comfortable when others were uncomfortable.
This is a reward from the gods, and being able to stay in this environment is a blessing for the cultivation of a lifetime.
However, he thought that after this expedition, he would have to wash away his beliefs, and he couldn't help but worry about whether he still had the opportunity to play the game next time.
"Maybe, I don't have another chance?"
When Chen Dong muttered to himself, suddenly, the feeling of the whole Laleyer changed, adding an unspeakable feeling.
The black ghost also moved, and flew over there, feeling very excited, as if welcoming the return of its god.
Heart-pounding fluctuations emanated from the sculpture in the center of the city, and an indescribable fog of covering body gushed out.
Any octopus head image has become a cloud of the past, as if it was just an illusion in the human heart, an image of their perception of terror.
When two red eyes came out through the gray fog, the players' souls trembled and their legs trembled. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
Cthulhu, the evil god, woke up!
Chen Dong's legs trembled, feeling horrified and excited at the same time.
As a fanatic and undercover for many years, he has had enough of this kind of life.
Seeing the true god, there will be no regrets in this life!
The other players were still sane, but as the statue awakened, their mouths uttered terrible sounds, lost their sanity, looked mad and distorted.
...
Kemeng opened his eyes and looked at the bottom of the sea that hadn't been here for the past three days. Without much words, he instantly felt that there were dozens of creatures in the city.
"A player has come in." Kemon realized.
The piles of hills in front of him were a bit distracting, but Kemun still sensed the number of players and the ancient and decadent black ghosts.