Read Novel Full Chapter 610
Chapter 610
“How can we trust your words based on just your side of the story?” Lin Jue laid the last branch down, just connecting to the ice crystal on the big banyan tree. “Don’t forget, you still carry the lives of five players on your back.”
Chen Dazhuang hurriedly explained, “It’s not like that. That day, I saw those five people from a distance, they were lost and accidentally entered that cursed wooden house. I wanted them to leave, but I had limited strength and couldn’t fight against that cursed house.”
“When they came out, they still had a breath left. The only thing I could do was take them to a place with people. So I put on a down jacket I found and helped them to your safe house.”
“Fate played a trick on us, and in the end, I was the one who was saved.”
“But they still died.”
Samael: “Where did you find the down jacket?”
Chen Dazhuang: “In the snow. There was a dead person on the ground. I took off his clothes and put them on myself.”
Samael: “Do you know how that person died?”
Chen Dazhuang: “Of course, it was a snow monster. They attack those who are alone. But as long as you don’t get separated, you won’t be attacked.”
“I’m telling the truth.” His tone grew anxious. “You must act quickly. Tonight, there will be an unprecedented snowstorm and temperatures will drop to hundreds of degrees below zero.”
Samael: “How do you know?”
Chen Dazhuang: “You’ve only been here a few days, but I’ve wandered here for countless days! I’ve seen so many people come here. At first, they were just like you, huddling together for warmth. Later, the wind and snow buried their bodies, covered their faces, and finally took their lives.”
“This is a curse! The mountain god’s curse! The people of Chenjia Village were first burned in flames and then frozen forever.”
Chen Dazhuang became agitated, “I asked everyone who passed by for help. Some believed me, some thought I was a monster sowing discord.”
“Even those who believed me couldn’t help. I’ve waited so many years, only to find you now. Only you can set things right.”
Bai Lixin: “What do you mean by setting things right?”
Chen Dazhuang: “That bell witnessed the rise and fall of Chenjia Village. After breaking the ice crystal, hang the bell on the highest branch of the banyan tree, and you can return to the past.”
As he spoke, the man took off his thick down jacket. The figure appearing before the three was no longer the normal man they saw in the safe house but a black figure, identical to the ones they saw in the illusion.
Chen Dazhuang’s charred body emerged from the down jacket and knelt heavily on the ground. “Please, you must prevent the tragedy. I’m begging you!”
The time was now three in the afternoon, with three hours left until dark.
As if to prove Chen Dazhuang’s words, the temperature displayed on the system panel began to drop.
-85.
-88.
-92.
The numbers kept changing and increasing rapidly.
A black cloud mixed with white snowflakes rolled in from the white horizon, resembling a giant dragon that could swallow the sun and moon.
The dragon stretched and swayed its massive and terrifying body, approaching from afar.
Lin Jue sent Bai Lixin a private message: [Let’s move. The plot has come to this point. We need to find the wooden house before it gets dark.]
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In the live broadcast room:
[I get it. This NPC is a plot NPC, meant to provide players with props and connect to the second stage.]
[Chenjia Village, mountain god bride, amazing. So what did they actually see in the illusion? I want to know.]
[Didn’t the NPC say? Lin Xiao, who was raised by everyone in Chenjia Village, got married, angered the mountain god , and a wildfire broke out, destroying the entire village. The wooden house was pitch black, and the smell of bone ash overwhelmed the smell of wood ash. It seemed that everyone was burned to death while attending the wedding.]
[Hiss..it’s really tragic.]
[After raising a dog for so many years, they ended up raising a white eyed wolf. What can they do?]
[It looks like the second stage is going to be the Chenjia Village copy. I’m curious if this copy is really a magical copy. Does the mountain god exist, or is it humans doing evil and blaming it on the mountain god.]
[Sigh, we haven’t even seen the second stage yet. Who knows? Let’s wait and see.]
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[Ding! Night is falling, and the strongest snowstorm will hit tonight. It will bring terrifying strong winds and a drop in temperature. Please, players, be prepared.]
[Remaining spots in the safe house: 7.]
[…]
[Remaining spots in the safe house: 0.]
[There are 30 minutes until sunset, and 30 minutes until the snow storm hits.]
[Dear players, you are currently in the [Goose Feather Mountain]. This copy is divided into three stages. In the first stage of [Goose Feather Mountain], players need to survive for four days and four nights. There are 17 hours left until the task is completed.]
[Currently, there are 80 surviving players.]
[After completing the first stage, players can enter the second stage [Chenjia Village].]
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The sky darkened, and rolling black clouds gathered on the horizon, indicating a massive change in weather.
Players huddled and shivered in the safety houses they built yesterday.
After waiting anxiously, the snow storm finally arrived.
Because resources were already scavenged in the past two days, there was nothing gained today.
The sky hadn’t completely darkened yet, but the temperature had already dropped to -105 degrees.
The sudden drop in temperature not only deprived players of their mobility but also numbed their minds.
Even the thick steel plates couldn’t stop the cold from seeping in. The cold was like maggots clinging to the bone, crawling up players’ ankles and wrists, and invading every inch of their skin.
Even each breath stung their airways.
Outside, the wind howled, making the iron plates rattle loudly.
So cold, so cold, so cold, so cold, so cold, so cold, so cold, so cold, so cold, so cold.
“It’s so cold,” one of the players spoke up, his voice trembling with his shivers. “It’s the last night, and it’s already over -100 degrees before it gets dark. What will happen when the snow storm hits?”
“What can we do? We can only huddle together for warmth.”
“It doesn’t help much. I feel like I’m hugging blocks of ice.”
“To be exact, it’s already -130 degrees.”
“I feel like a frozen dog.”
“Luckily, we have the steel wall to block the wind, or we’d turn into frozen dogs.”
A strong gust of wind suddenly blew and a steel plate was suddenly blown away.
The heavy steel plate flew up and smashed onto a nearby safe house.
The once seamless steel wall suddenly opened a big gap, catching the players off guard.
“Fuck!” a player shouted. “Dude, shut up! Are you a jinx?”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!”
Cold wind blew through the gap, seeping through the tear in the animal skin and into the shelter.
“Damn, why is it so cold!”
The animal skin was sealed, and the cold wind had no outlet after entering, so it stayed inside, instantly extinguishing the warmth that had just risen.
“Clang!”
Another steel plate was blown away.
Then the third, and the fourth.
Once a crack appeared, the wall lost its stability, disintegrating piece by piece.
Within a few minutes, the steel plates were no longer effective against the wind. Only two pieces of animal skin remained in the snow.
The fur on the animal skin swayed in the wind. If the players hadn’t desperately held onto the skin, these last two pieces would have been torn apart as well.
-140 degrees.
-145 degrees.
-150 degrees.
The temperature kept dropping without slowing down.
“Aren’t we missing a few people?” someone shouted from inside the animal skin. “It feels like there are fewer people.”
“Who cares about others now? They might be in another piece of skin! Just try to survive! Damn horror game, you piece of trash, making us suffer like this. If I make it out alive, I’ll kill you!”
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In the live broadcast room:
[It seems that everyone is really numb from the cold and has started to talk without thinking. ]
[But I have to admit, he speaks for all players.]
[150 degrees, it’s terrifying just watching through the screen. I have goosebumps all over. Fortunately, I wasn’t chosen for this copy.]
[Don’t worry, Brother. Since you’re watching this live broadcast, according to the horror game rules, you’ll never enter this copy.]
[That’s true.]
[Let me see how God Xin is doing. Great, they finally found the wooden house.]
[As expected of three lunatics; they can still move in this temperature.]
[Not just move, look at Lin Jue, he’s even rolling up his sleeves. So awesome. Lin Jue, I really admire you.]
[Is it possible his sensory system is out of control?]
[Shit… if this continues, he’s going to die.]
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On the screen, three people braved the snowstorm and finally saw the small black wooden house again in the dim white scene.
The inside of the wooden house was pitch black, almost blending into the dark snowy night.
Lin Jue felt a burning heat all over, as if a flame was blazing from his chest.
It made his whole body hot, and his spirits abnormally excited.
He glanced at the temperature display in the top right corner of the system panel.
-150 degrees Celsius.
In such cold, he shouldn’t feel hot.
The only explanation was that his senses were already imbalanced, a precursor to death.
If he didn’t escape this cold soon, he wouldn’t last long.
At that moment, Lin Jue’s heart began to beat wildly.
He had roamed through many copies over the years, often brushing the edge of death.
But this was the first time he clearly sensed his own impending death.