Li Qianxia had become even more afraid of ghosts ever since.

Li Changzhou couldn't understand.

Xu Xiao, Song Yuan, and Su Qin didn't have a brother, so they could only huddle together in trepidation.

Amidst Yang Qinglan's amused gaze, Li Changzhou was about to initiate Teleportation.

"Li Changzhou! King of Black Fog!"

A shrill female voice came from the square, sounding like an Evil Ghost.

"If you dare to leave, everyone here will die!"

"You killed millions on the Four Seasons Star, but now you're a person from Xia Country, do you dare to leave? Go ahead, I dare you!"

Zheng Qing pressed her left hand against her temple, while with the other hand she forcefully dragged a girl being pulled away back to her, speaking very rapidly, "I've run into trouble here, I need backup! It's a ghostly kind!"

Li Changzhou patted his sister's shoulder, released her, and stepped out of the small alley where the elevator was, with Yang Qinglan walking beside him.

Li Qianxia quickly followed, with Xu Xiao, Song Yuan, and Su Qin clutching her clothes.

"By the way, there's something I need to tell you first, I didn't stay to save others, but to take you down."

Li Changzhou looked towards the garbage can at the corner, on top of which was a female ghost with disheveled hair.

"I hate being threatened the most."

In a corner of the crowd.

"Won't you go help?" Xu Jingtong clung to her boyfriend's arm, asking with a trembling voice.

Her boyfriend was a Player, always boasting about himself. Xu Jingtong deeply hoped that he wouldn't leave her side at this time and would stay to protect her.

But seeing the children who were being grabbed by their hair and dragged into the mirror, she couldn't bear it at the bottom of her heart.

"Where do I need to be?" Zhao Sheng looked up, "Li Changzhou... he's the King of Black Fog! A top Player among top Players, a newcomer like me who just maxed out a single Ability, they could kill me in droves with just a look!"

"With him being so powerful, are we... safe then?" Xu Jingtong tentatively confirmed.

"Safe my ass!" someone else across from them cursed.

"Are you a Player too?" Zhao Sheng looked over.

The man was annoyed out of fear, "Players have a variety of Skills. Even Li... the King of Black Fog, when faced with strange Abilities he's never seen before, can only stare helplessly. How can he protect us?"

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Zhao Sheng disbelieved, "Are there Players on Earth who can stand up to the King of Black Fog?"

"Ever watched Naruto? Know who Hidan is? Without knowing his information, once you're injured, just wait for death!"

Xu Jingtong watched her boyfriend fall silent, then asked in a frightened manner, "Is that true?"

"Rest assured!" Zhao Sheng gripped his girlfriend's hand, "I will protect you. But... if even the King of Black Fog is helpless, we can only die together, but I absolutely won't abandon you!"

He took his girlfriend's hand, which was cold with fright, and placed it on his chest, "Baby, don't be afraid."

Xu Jingtong looked at him in terror, moving away from him, hands covering her mouth.

Zhao Sheng trembled all over.

He looked down and saw nothing, but the sensation in his hand was very real.

Turning his head towards the square's smooth, mirror-like wall, the hands on his chest belonged to an old man with a face covered in death spots, except the old man's hands were unusually pale. The glass bead-like lifeless eyes were staring unwaveringly at him through the wall.

"Ah!!" Zhao Sheng screamed as he threw off the old man's hands, but the old man took the opportunity to grab him.

The cold, snake-like fingers clamped onto his left wrist.

Zhao Sheng swung his right fist, which whistled through the air and erupted into Flames as it punched towards the wall.

Crack! Bang!

The wall shattered on impact, with tiles flying everywhere.

Each tile bore a part of the old man, while a piece of the unbroken wall perfectly framed the old man's right eye, remaining there to watch him.

Zhao Sheng was in agony as if being torn apart, being dragged step by step into the shattered tiles.

Xu Jingtong screamed hysterically, trying to go pull her boyfriend back but collapsed, powerless.

The other Player who had spoken earlier hesitated for a moment but still retreated, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm just a Low-Level Player myself, I can't help you!"

Players don't trust one another unless they are teammates who always squad up.

Players primarily face other Players as their opponents. Perhaps today they might save someone, and the next day that person may just be matched against them in the game, then take advantage of the established trust to kill them.

The sound of grinding chains echoed through the square, its volume not loud but overwhelming all other noise.

The Player turned to look in the direction of the sound.

A billowing black cloud rolled above the square's atrium, and the Evil Ghost Yaksha from the eighteen levels of Hell were screeching with vile laughter, one after another eagerly plunging towards the Mortal World.

Li Changzhou stood atop the eighteen levels of Hell, his handsome face slightly pale.

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