Chapter 760: Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts! Have You Played This Game?!

A wave of extreme terrifying thoughts spread through his whole body, Su Yang forced himself to suppress the urge to vomit, and, bearing the pressure, stared ahead.

At the end of the Passage, Xiao Hei suddenly flashed into view, rushing straight toward him!

The Silhouette, its whole body covered with black Spikes, was within arm's reach, and Su Yang almost smelled the odor on Xiao Hei.

Gloomy, decayed.

Even mixed with a metallic rust smell.

Stink unbearable!

The next moment, Xiao Hei's hand reached toward Su Yang's Neck.

The speed was astonishing.

"A death trap?" Su Yang's Brain was full of the Desire to survive, yet he had no plan.

He tasted such despair once again.

The source of the threat was Ji Huai!

The Old Era Remnant Faction killed him, even without direct action; by arranging a brief trap they left him powerless.

A shiver of cold swept over him, raising goosebumps all over his body.

Su Yang's Pupil suddenly contracted, and his body became rigid, unable to move at that moment.

It seemed he was locked by a rule!

"Su Yang!" Lu Zhiwei, seeing this, was shocked and immediately ran over to help.

But it was already too late!

As Su Yang was about to have his throat slit, a tall Qianying suddenly appeared.

Voidification!

In an instant, Xiao Hei's hand pierced through his Neck and then clenched tightly!

The imagined pain never came; Su Yang watched, eyes wide open, as Xiao Hei passed through his body, disappearing into the wall.

"Saved?" Su Yang hadn't even recovered, and his whole body was lifted up.

The surrounding scenery kept changing, the speed as if riding a high-speed train.

Su Yang suddenly looked back and saw beneath the helmet a finely sculpted face with three-dimensional features.

"Is that you?"

Short-haired Woman?!

"Don't stare blindly, keep your gaze on the rear; Springhead's hatred is now upon you," the Short-haired Woman said coolly.

Su Yang quickly turned back, watching Springhead from a distance.

No matter how he turned or looped, Springhead would always appear within his line of sight.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Lu Zhiwei chased with all her might, but how could her speed match the Short-haired Woman's?

The Third Tier and Fourth Tier seemed not far apart.

Yet even a slight improvement in physical quality would create a considerable gap.

"Are you close with her?" the Short-haired Woman asked casually.

"High school classmate, I guess... familiar," Su Yang nodded.

The Short-haired Woman furrowed her willow-like brows, as if weighing pros and cons.

After a while, she slowed her steps, giving Lu Zhiwei room to catch up.

"You're running too fast; I can't even chase," Lu Zhiwei panted, her Chest heaving violently.

"Let's rest a bit first," Su Yang suggested.

The Short-haired Woman casually tossed Su Yang onto the ground, picked up the Flashlight and surveyed the surroundings.

Springhead remained unchanged like a green mountain, steadily appearing at one end of the Passage.

Its relentless posture seemed unwilling to cease until achieving its goal.

Su Yang felt very helpless; he had just passed through the Ghost Gate.

Now his spirit still rattled, his mood hard to settle.

"Are you okay?" Lu Zhiwei glanced left and right.

"No problem, this sister rescued me," Su Yang shook his head.

"Hey, why did you rescue him?" Lu Zhiwei asked, looking up.

Su Yang:!!

He clasped Lu Zhiwei's head and whispered, "Is there anyone who talks to a savior like you?"

"She saved you, not me," Lu Zhiwei struggled free.

"If I had died just now, you wouldn't have escaped!" Su Yang said.

The Short-haired Woman seemed to confirm the surroundings were safe, then turned and asked, "Are you rested?"

"It's been less than two minutes; let me catch my breath first," Su Yang said.

"Five minutes, no more."

"Okay."

Su Yang now had countless questions in his mind, yet didn't know where to start.

But anyway, the other truly had rescued him.

"Do you know her?" Lu Zhiwei nudged her lips, curious.

"Met her on the first day," Su Yang shook his head.

"Strange, you just recently touched her waist...," Lu Zhiwei pondered carefully, concluding, "Could it be that you made her feel good?"

"Get lost, you calf!" Su Yang gave her a side‑eye.

"Hehe, could it be that you're still being fooled by your beauty?" Lu Zhiwei's eyes rolled.

Su Yang simply shut his mouth; he feared that chatting a couple more sentences with Lu Zhiwei would offend the Short‑haired Woman's reverse scale.

The hard‑won thigh—how could one just let go?

"Time's up, let's go!" the Short‑haired Woman continued to lift Su Yang up.

"Where to?" Su Yang asked.

"Back to the Spaceship!"

"But this direction…"

"The exit isn't far; we can only go this way," the Short‑haired Woman said.

"You just said…"

Halfway through his sentence, Su Yang suddenly recalled that Xiao Hei's threat no longer existed.

"We must get back to the Spaceship before nightfall, or the Hundred Ghost Night Parade will appear!" the Short‑haired Woman said gravely.

Hundred Ghost…

Night Parade?!

Su Yang was bewildered, and taking the gap while Springhead chased, turned his head and asked, "How do you know all this?"

"Also, why did you rescue me?"

The Short‑haired Woman's eyes flickered as she said, "The exit is right ahead; be ready."

Answering off‑topic.

Su Yang sensed a clue, but now there was no time for him to cling on.

Escaping is paramount!

"We've arrived!"

A red emergency light hung on the Gate, illuminating the deep‑red Gate below.

Above it, two large characters glaringly read 'Exit'!

The Short‑haired Woman pushed the door out without hesitation, and a sliver of waning sun streamed into the interior.

The Springhead that caught up seemed like a mouse seeing a cat, its head showing a retreat motion for the first time.

It seemed…

Terribly afraid of sunlight!

"Quick!" the Short‑haired Woman urged.

Su Yang leapt out of the door and, in the flow, met Lu Zhiwei.

"Follow this uphill path; half an hour's walk will reach the Spaceship," the Short‑haired Woman said.

"You know the route and the time too?" Su Yang was startled again.

It was no longer a question of doubt; he felt the Short‑haired Woman possessed an Innate Talent of foreseeing answers.

But just now she clearly used Voidification!

Could it be…

"You guessed right; I'm an old player, I've played this game more than once," the Short‑haired Woman said calmly, nodding.

What?!

Su Yang's pupil suddenly contracted.

Lu Zhiwei was also astonished, gaping, and said, "You… played?"

The Short‑haired Woman led the way ahead, saying as they walked, "Across countless eras, the number of players in this world exceeds hundreds of millions."

"Death Game, though varied in type, has its versions and new games constantly updating."

"But the update speed can't keep up."

"Thus there's a certain probability of encountering a Death Game you've played before."

"That's not surprising."

Su Yang blurted out, "So you're from the Old Era Remnant Faction?!"

The Short‑haired Woman said nothing.

Silence itself gave the answer.

Now it was Su Yang's and Lu Zhiwei's turn to be silent.

They never imagined the world still held such secrets.

"So… Ji Huai also played!" a flash of Cold Light flashed in Su Yang's eyes.