Chapter 37: Oh No, I Became a Sacrifice?

"Little brat... you're not from Zhang Mazi's family... you're that thing that just cursed me, aren't you?" the Skeleton Ghost said in a stuttering, sinister tone.

The finger bone in his hand grew even sharper.

His gaze toward Wu Wang became even more greedy.

He hadn't noticed at first.

It wasn't until the kid kicked him and made contact that the Skeleton Ghost discovered a faint fragrance on the other party.

That scent held a fatal temptation for him, just like a traveler lost in the desert, on the verge of dying from dehydration, suddenly spotting a bottle of incredibly cool mountain spring water.

He had never seen such a wonderful thing!

Brother, you smell so good!

"No, I am a butterfly."

Wu Wang's form gradually returned to his original appearance; the child's posture was truly uncomfortable, otherwise that move just now should have flipped him even farther, conveniently putting distance between them.

Hard force won't work right now.

He wasn't worried about being killed by this fierce ghost.

Instead, he was worried about being captured by the other party.

It was still the same saying: without sufficient ability to escape, once captured alive, that would be far more tragic than death.

He twisted his neck and grinned shamelessly: "My breed is called—Reverse Butterfly, remember that, I am the Reverse Butterfly."

With that, he leaped high into the air.

Something resembling a grenade slid out of his hand.

It exploded upon hitting the ground.

In an instant, the entire hall inside and out was shrouded in eerie white mist.

The Skeleton Ghost suddenly realized he could no longer sense the other party's aura at all.

【Smoke Without Harm Thunder: After use, it creates fog around the user, and no perception or damage actions can be performed within the fog, lasting 10 seconds】

【Note: Smoke Without Harm is a universal law!】

This was also the loot Wu Wang had tearfully looted.

To be honest, that guy Tu Tu Xing Sun didn't have any items for direct confrontation on his person.

Almost everything was related to escape.

Pity, such a person skilled at escaping.

Ultimately died in his only greedy adventure.

Indeed, a sense of security still has to rely on Aka.

"Want to fly to the sky~ Shoulder to shoulder with the sun~ The world waits for me to change~"

Wu Wang hummed the lyrics of "I Believe" as he drifted further away in mid-air.

It must be said, the Cloud-Soaring Step skill is already monstrous just for its ability to stack double jumps.

Theoretically speaking, as long as stamina is sufficient.

One could absolutely step left foot on right foot up to above the stratosphere.

The biggest limitation of this skill should logically be—how to land safely after going too high.

This is the same principle as riding a tiger but unable to dismount.

Wu Wang had tested various landing methods many times over these three days.

He discovered that the pressure required to be endured at the instant of skill usage is the pressure his current state can bear.

In other words, continuously double-jumping is simple, because it is always the pressure of one's own body weight.

But after reaching a certain height.

Once planning to cancel the skill.

If waiting to fall freely to a safe height and then using a double jump again to land.

The final double jump would actually have to endure the pressure stacked after gravitational acceleration.

The knees would instantly shatter.

So, Wu Wang still chose the simplest landing method.

That was to pick a spot where no one would be crushed.

Head first, slamming hard into the ground.

As long as the height is sufficient, dying instantly from the fall.

Resurrecting on the spot equals a safe landing.

Safe does not mean immortal.

The inequality was solved in a second!

Pfft—

"Where do you think you're running to?" the Skeleton Ghost's voice came from inside the hall.

Wu Wang looked down.

His chest had already been brutally pierced by some sharp bony object.

The ten-second mist effect had passed.

He didn't expect the other party to be able to inflict damage by some means even at a distance where one could barely see his silhouette looking up.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The double jump was interrupted due to death.

Wu Wang heard the howling wind of the fall in his ears.

He squinted his eyes, trying to fall as far away as possible.

Boom—

In the end, Wu Wang crashed hard into the house of some family inside the village.

The instant he died, he revived.

When he opened his eyes, he happened to find familiar faces—

Li Shen and Li Shu.

The two were staring at him with terrified expressions.

They were still holding carving knives in their hands, engraving something.

Looking closely, it was the engraving of a spirit tablet name.

The name had already been carved—

【Spirit Tablet of Zhang Sanfeng】

"?"

Yo, bros, why are you making a spirit tablet for me?

Before the Li couple could react, Wu Wang reached out, grabbed the bone spur on his chest, yanked it out, and pressed it hard against Li Shen's neck.

With a cold expression, he asked: "Why make this spirit tablet?"

Seeing his wife threatened, Li Shu was about to get angry when he saw the bone spur push forward another fraction.

Li Shen's skin was pierced.

A little more and it would reach her throat.

He immediately waved his hands and answered anxiously: "Don't act! Let's talk this out! This spirit tablet was made for the little lunatic at the village gate halfway up the mountain. The village didn't find a suitable Yin-Yuan Holy Maiden this year, so we could only use the backup plan."

"Backup plan?" Wu Wang raised an eyebrow and asked back.

"The village has always kept that little lunatic around, just in case this kind of situation came up—when we really can't find a Holy Maiden, as long as we sacrifice him to the Yin-Yuan Great God, this year won't be all smooth sailing, but at least no disaster will be brought down." Li Shu told him everything he knew.

Wu Wang heard this and suddenly understood.

So that's how it is—no wonder the instance's briefing required him to make a choice.

Either he gets used as an Offering for the Yin-Yuan Great God, or he hands over the girl he picked up to serve as the Yin-Yuan Holy Maiden.

One option means his own bad luck.

The other means someone else's bad luck.

On the surface, this multiple-choice question seems simple.

But in reality, whether from the angle of whether the girl is connected to Wu Xiaoyou, or from the angle of clearing the instance—

Wu Wang could never hand her over.

In the three days before entering the instance, he and Chen Baili often chatted.

He already had a grasp of the common-sense questions about 【Spirit Disaster Game】.

What he was facing was a nightmare-grade instance with a clear rate of less than 1% across the entire game.

If just sacrificing an outsider could clear it…

Then this game would really be retarded.

"Salvation or sin…"

"Everything is fated…"

Wu Wang recalled the two lines from the instance briefing.

But there was no time to think further.

Right now, that eerie skeleton ghost was still hot on his heels behind him!

Since the thing usually wore the old village chief's human skin to face the villagers,

That meant it still had to put the human skin back on before it could come out and chase him.

Although it couldn't possibly sprint after him in front of the other villagers in the old village chief's doddering old-man appearance,

It would most likely call on nimble-footed villagers to come to the crash site and carry him back.

If he hadn't happened to see this spirit tablet,

Wu Wang would have long since run far away by now.

Now that the questioning was done,

He shoved Li Shen hard toward Li Shu.

While they caught her, he turned and prepared to vault out of the house.

Before leaving, he glanced at the big white mantou on the table and casually pocketed one.

He still held a grudge about not getting to eat that mantou before heading out.

The instant before leaving, he said coldly to the two of them:

"Mantou has to be white to swallow it with peace of mind."

Since Li Shu could say those words just now, it proved his earlier guess was right.

The villagers were not in the dark.

They knew what they were doing, and they felt no remorse.

This village—every single one of them is a villain!

"Watch out for karma from eating blood mantou."

"Especially karma from those who died wrongful deaths."