The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 139: Racing

Chapter 139: Racing

Jiu Er only attacked twice and easily pierced a hole in the wall.
At a glance, she noticed that it wasn’t the typical hole on the wall.
Rather, it showed signs of punctured “paper.”
The moment Jiu Er stared at the hole, she suddenly felt a trance.
After a brief period of absent-mindedness, only darkness remained in the corridor. However, it wasn’t completely dark this time. She could vaguely see the sunset light coming in through the paper.
It appeared like having the TV screen drilled through.
The sea of ​​blood, previously poured out of the door crack and submerged her halfway through, had disappeared at some point.
“…What the hell?”
Jiu Er looked back at the door that was pouring out blood.
But she was stunned for the next moment.
Because she finally saw what it was-
Yes, it was indeed a door painted on the wall.
The blood that gushed out was also painted on the door!
But it seemed to be some kind of strange paint. Only when one caught a glimpse of it could realize the proper form. Any long stares would result in the disguise being hidden.
The picture frames on both sides of the corridor were also drawn; the bloodstains on the ground were also drawn.
Even the two rows of lights were drawn too.
This was not a narrow corridor but a space formed by two rows of large, standing papers!
Jiu Er’s first reaction was to look at his fingers. When he first went out, he had touched the blood on the ground to check on the blood temperature.
At that time, she should have left some bloodstains on her hands. At the very least, there should be some residue in the nails.
But, there was nothing in the end.
On the contrary, there were traces of red paint on her pants.
Undoubtedly, all that had happened was nothing but an illusion.
After the three homeless men went out, everything they saw was an illusion.
With merely some graffitis, it put Jiu Er into an extremely real illusion.
She could even feel the warmth of blood!
She indeed felt and used the door handle. Moreover, she felt the blood pouring from the door crack and even the textile sensation of the wall.
It wasn’t until she had doubts in her heart that she touched it again. Only then, she verified that it was but a piece of paper.
But the problem was if these were all fakes, illusions, and special effects, did everything ceases to exist?
The humans I meet should be real, right?
Where did those three people go?
Jiu Er looked at the way she came and was lost in thought.
“—My God! Magic Pen Amos!”
“—Master Amos, please draw me a girlfriend.”
“—Master Amos! Quickly draw me a dozen girlfriends (ridiculous high pitch).”
“—Master, you are the master. I’m deeply impressed. Please do me a few favors.”
“—Master Amos, do you have any plans to work in the company?”
“—I gotta say this. All of you are disgusting.”
Finally, when no one was around, Jiu Er couldn’t help but complain, “Are there no admin and moderator?”
Nonsense! How could that be?
Seeing this, Annan couldn’t help but retort, “I’m the super moderator here!”
It’s just a pity this super moderator is busy…
Annan thought about it, then closed his mouth again.
In the subsequent footage, there was nothing worthy of Annan’s special attention.
Jiu Er did not turn back but broke through the “wallpaper” and escaped.
It wasn’t until ten minutes later that Amos found that the boundary he had set was broken. He let out an angry shout, wielded a silver revolver, and looked for Jiu Er’s traces.
In fact, Jiu Er didn’t run away but was nearby.
Because she realized that since Amos needed to use an illusion to intimidate them, it meant that Amos could not control them all. After she broke through the wallpaper, Amos did not realize it for a long time. This told her that Painter Amos was incapable of monitoring them at all times.
So Jiu Er turned back after escaping.
She hid in a nearby cabinet.
Fortunately, Amos was relatively blind. After he took out the gun, he hurried to the fourth floor.
This also made Jiu Er realize that the stairs leading down to the second floor might have disappeared.
After Amos left, she hurried over.
As predicted-
The space layout in the hall was all upside-down and chaotic.
Jiu Er ran around but did not find the stairs leading downstairs. The illusion should have hidden it, but Jiu Er still couldn’t crack it for a while.
When Amos finally went downstairs, she found a place to hide again.
“—This feels like Dead by Daylight gameplay.”
“—No way, this hunter is too noob, right? But, with such loud footsteps, I think I can deal with it easily.”
“—Brother, this ghost has a gun…”
“—Erm, that’s true too…”
“——It’s okay. The goal is to stall time. Hiding in the cabinet is enough to tackle the dungeon?”
“—It’s just a peekaboo game.”
After this was the beginning of the footage.
After Amos went downstairs, Jiu Er quickly ran to the fourth floor.
She panted hard, leaning against the wall and looking back vigilantly, lest Amos would come back again.
Annan checked the time.
It was already 5:35 p.m. Jiu Er was being evasive and kept finding different spots to hide. Finally, Amos started to wonder whether Jiu Er had escaped.
If without any accidents, the search should go on until dark.
—So the winning condition was to wait until the sky went dark?
“Everything should be alright. It seems that Jiu Er will be able to clear the dungeon tonight.”
Annan whispered approvingly and posted his first bullet text for that day:
“—You can do it! Big brother with a prosthetic leg!”
“This is a picture frame, not a prosthetic leg!”
Jiu Er was so annoyed, “Do you still want to see me on prosthetic leg?!”
But by this time, Annan had closed Jiu Er’s live broadcast room.
He was multitasking, watching the live broadcast while reading the forum.
Many posts popped up in each refresh; these posts shared Delicious Wind Goose being efficient in tackling the dungeon. There was a high possibility of him passing the level without losing any life too. He should be the first one among the players to clear the dungeon!
Did he go online later than Jiu Er but progress faster?
Is the information I gave you so helpful?
Annan clicked on Delicious Wind Goose’s live broadcast room with great interest.
The title of his live broadcast was arrogant and concise:
“If I don’t clear the dungeon, I won’t go offline.”
“Cool, he has quite the courage…”
Annan exclaimed, “I didn’t expect to see players racing against each other in pioneering the game.”
I miss the thrills.
Annan noticed that Delicious Wind Goose didn’t choose the recently discovered second-level nightmare with a more straightforward strategy.
Instead, he walked the old path which Wandering Child headed – the third nightmare.
“Let me explain how to enter the fourth-level nightmare. I have studied for a day. I can clear this level. If I die on the fourth level, don’t say that Uncle Goose is trash. This is a new map. In my next life, remind me that I have already done the opening once,” said Delicious Wind Goose confidently.