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Chapter 1284 - 889: Night Falls

Chapter 1284: Chapter 889: Night Falls

There were actually two purposes for lighting the bonfire and releasing the signal smoke.

The first, naturally, was to give those with ill intentions a chance to enter the old temple. As the signal smoke rose, many humans who had not received protection or could not afford the mountain deity’s price rushed over, and they would certainly seize the opportunity to blend into the crowd and enter the old temple.

The second purpose was to have the Great Wall members who had infiltrated the mountains come together. With them here, the safety of the people could be ensured.

By then, there would also be a greater margin for error.

The middle-aged man acted swiftly, his face grim as he threw the headless corpse far away.

Afterward, he called a few people to gather some dry wood and weeds by the side of the old temple, and using the small barrel of gasoline provided by Li Changhe, he quickly ignited a fire at the entrance. The pitch-black smoke rose, making the already gloomy sky even more eerie.

To ensure better burning, some people threw their "acquired" clothes and leather bags into the fire with faces full of pain.

These were designer clothes and leather bags they had gotten during the previous upheavals.

The previous upheavals had caused many shops to scatter across the mountains, and those affected took everything they could carry, adhering to the principle of not wasting, including items they would otherwise hesitate to buy.

This was actually not a problem; in these wildernesses, having an extra piece of clothing or some more food could increase the chances of survival.

For example, the temperature had dropped severely at the moment.

Keep in mind that it was high summer, and in Yanyun, the temperature could rise to over forty degrees. Everyone wore short-sleeved T-shirts.

But inside the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the temperature continued to fall, and without some clothing, several people might freeze to death tonight.

However, carrying a whole pack of designer clothes and a multitude of bags was indeed a bit too much.

"Are you here to stock up?" Li Changhe mocked as he saw a young girl holding more than a dozen brand-name leather bags. Her net worth soared by hundreds of thousands in a moment.

He also noticed the people cowering in the corners, who dared not raise their heads to look at him.

They probably had heard on the internet about players killing to hide their identities; now by not looking at him, they hoped to avoid Li Changhe’s clutches.

Li Changhe was aware of their fear, but there was actually no need to worry; once the Great Wall members came in, they would help them forget the horrifying scene and, incidentally, forget Li Changhe’s existence.

Actually, with Li Changhe’s current strength, even if his player identity were discovered by the outside world, they wouldn’t dare take any action.

The only trouble would be the Bootlickers of the Bloodriders and the Chaos Faction possibly making a move on Li Changhe’s friends and family.

So, to be safe, it was better not to reveal his identity.

Therefore, he donned magical attire, covering his face. He also draped a piece over Xiao Nan, lest these people never dare lift their heads.

Soon, after dealing with everything, the middle-aged man approached and asked, "Young man, what next..."

"Just wait," Li Changhe’s voice came from under the hood of the magical attire, "I see many people have brought excess food and clothing. You go and distribute the supplies; I’ll leave this to you. Of course, I doubt anyone will have any objections."

The middle-aged man glanced at the rifle Li Changhe carried on his back and nodded, "That’s what I think too."

Then, a group of people picked up the Spider Mountain God’s corpse and tossed it outside the temple.

And as the signal smoke ascended, people from several nearby mountains started moving towards it.

They were terrified by the monsters in the mountains, and upon seeing the signal smoke, which was clearly a human trace, they immediately moved towards the direction of the old temple.

When the first group to arrive saw the Spider Mountain God’s corpse in front of the old temple, they turned pale with fright. It took them a long time before they approached the old temple.

Upon entering the old temple, they saw Li Changhe sitting deep inside, where the Buddha statues would normally be.

He carried an old-fashioned rifle on his back and wore a black hoodie, his face obscured by Black Fog. He appeared mysterious and dangerous.

Considering the giant spider corpse at the entrance, those who arrived kept silent and huddled in the corner.

It was already recognized by the internet as a fact that if ordinary people were affected by a Task, staying close to a player could increase their chances of survival.

At the same time, Li Changhe’s presence also discouraged certain people who were planning to take advantage of the chaos. They did not dare to do anything out of line, fearing to anger a player.

As the Book of Heaven gradually descended, the number of people at the old temple also kept increasing.

From the initial dozen people to later more than fifty.

When darkness fully set in, a sizeable team arrived at the old temple, with about thirty or forty people.

Among them, many carried firefighting axes, baseball bats, and even makeshift Molotov cocktails.

They clearly had substantial combat capabilities and might have even clashed with monsters before.

This caused the middle-aged man some concern; he was worried that this team would not submit to the players’ management.

In this chaotic environment, whoever has a stronger fist, has the reason.

Moreover, it was said that the leader of this group was also a player. He had killed several monsters in the wild and gathered other civilians. And he distributed some weapons to them.

The stronger the players, the greater the chances of human survival. But if there was a conflict between the two, it could be dangerous.

As the leader of the group, carrying a long knife in his hand and with two large-caliber revolvers at his waist,

moved deeper into the old temple, towards Li Changhe and Xiao Nan.

Everyone held their breath.

However, their worries were unnecessary.

Because when Li Changhe saw the young man in charge, he was amused.

The newcomer turned out to be Old Zhao, Zhao Qianhui. He had disguised himself slightly, making him look a bit bulkier. But as Zhou’s deskmate for three years, Li Changhe easily recognized the guy who was making faces at him.

He was indeed someone who had survived the disaster fog and become a player.

As a member of Great Wall Team Three, Group 13, he was actually a new player and had not yet reached Level 10.

Before the task began, he was a member preparing to evacuate civilians inside a shopping mall. After the task suddenly started, he protected and gathered civilians within the Hundred Thousand Mountains as an independent player.

In the disaster fog, he had done this a lot. Even when he was not yet a player, he could lead people and fight guerrilla battles against the Terror Devils. The current situation was not too difficult for him.

Compared to other new players, his combat experience was very rich.

At this moment, seeing Li Changhe, Zhao Qianhui also sighed in relief. However, he could not reveal his identity as a Great Wall player, so he clenched his fists and said, "Independent, Yanyun Zilong."

"Wang Yue, a frail scholar," Li Changhe responded with clenched fists, giving his false name in return.

After all, he could not reveal his titles of General Mountain or Uncle Eight-direction.

Unfortunately, some guys were probably hiding in the crowd; otherwise, Li Changhe would certainly have said, "Great Wall Yang Dong."

Meanwhile, Si She was already hidden among the crowd.

He wore a hat, dressed in ordinary clothes, and blended inconspicuously with the people. He and the experts from the Tianyan Association communicated silently.

"It’s a pity they didn’t conflict," one said quietly.

"Normal, in this situation, players have no need to fight over the Safe Zone’s right to speak," another whispered back.

"So how do we continue to test this guy’s strength? If we strike directly... I’m worried there will be changes."

"Don’t rush; the mountain god here is dead, and I’ve issued orders for other mountain gods to take over this mountain. Besides, the nights in the Hundred Thousand Mountains are very dangerous. There’s no worry that we won’t be able to force out his true strength." Si She responded with a transmission: "The moment he is distracted or weak, that’s our chance to strike."

"Understood."

"That disabled girl is not weak; be very careful, or you might capsize in the gutter," responded Si She: "Once we succeed, we’ll immediately leave the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The Three Corpses God doesn’t want these two alive. Speaking of which, we’re still saving him... If the Three Corpses God makes a move, they’ll have no chance of survival."

"Understood."

As the sky turned completely dark, the people also closed the doors of the old temple and lit a fire inside to keep warm.

However, just seconds after the door closed,

those inside the old temple heard weird noises coming from outside.

It was...chewing sounds. The clarity of teeth crushing limbs was so distinct.

Everyone’s face changed color, as there had been no movement outside the old temple when they closed the door, right?

Could it be that those things had always been hiding right beside them?

Many faces turned pale.

Yet Li Changhe and Zhao Qianhui were unfazed.

After the chewing sounds gradually faded away, just as everyone let out a sigh of relief,

someone knocked on the old temple’s door.

’Thud, thud, thud’

Some thing seemed to want to enter the old temple.