The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

Chapter 137 Ancient Evil God (Part 1)

"I can't go on, I feel drained and dead tired; I need to rest for a while."

After daybreak, Wei Sandao, seeing the sun shining brightly and the dark creatures retreating, immediately lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

The debuff state of whispers constantly drained his health, and it was clear that Wei Sandao was suffering terribly.

A Demon Cultivator, who was at least in the Spirit Travel Realm, now appeared as weak as a tuberculosis ghost.

After collapsing, Wei Sandao stretched out his legs and immediately started snoring loudly.

Little Wild Grass, too exhausted, leaned against Li Muyang's shoulder, looking pitifully up at him.

"Big brother, I am so..."

Before she could finish the word "tired", the little girl also fell asleep on Li Muyang's shoulder.

Seeing the two of them sleeping so soundly, Li Muyang did not hurry them to continue their journey. He removed all the tendrils from their bodies, readjusted his sitting position, and let Little Wild Grass lie in his arms in a more comfortable position, then just waited.

The passage of time in the game began to speed up, with clouds swiftly drifting across the sky.

In a matter of three seconds, the sun had risen and set, followed by moonlight like water and a sky full of stars.

Little Wild Grass and Wei Sandao, who had slept the whole day, gradually opened their eyes.

"Let's go, continue on our way."

Wei Sandao stretched lazily, yawning as he spoke, "Kid, could you perhaps draw less life force with this dark magic you use to help me avoid dark creatures? You're almost drying me out to a husk."

Wei Sandao was somewhat dissatisfied.

But the rough man only complained momentarily, and the three continued on their journey.

Little Wild Grass, still groggy, clung tightly to Li Muyang's hand, almost hanging on him.

"Big brother, why don't we just fly out of here..."

Little Wild Grass asked in confusion, "Wouldn't flying out just take a moment?"

The primitive jungle outside Black Cloud Fort was incredibly dense, with only a narrow, winding mountain path leading to the outside world.

The nearest town was a hundred miles away.

And to walk out of the vast Ten Thousand Mountains, one would have to travel another five hundred miles northward.

For ordinary people, this was a lengthy distance.

But, for a Demon Cultivator like Wei Sandao, it was not that far.

Li Muyang glanced up at the night sky and said, "Let's just walk slowly."

The starry sky filled the night, but the stars over the Ten Thousand Mountains were different from those outside.

In a previous save, he had tried to fly out. No sooner had the three ascended when the star-filled sky suddenly split open, revealing a gigantic eye.

Under the gaze of that blood-red eyeball, Li Muyang and his companions instantly turned to ashes.

The entire land of Black Cloud Fort and its surroundings reeked of evil.

Once sprayed with her blood, the three of them would immediately turn into infants swaddled in cloths, losing all their abilities, and then watch helplessly as they were picked up by the Mourning Widow and chewed in her mouth.

Such a death made Li Muyang, a seasoned game player, quite distressed—it was too unnerving.

He died seven times before he became familiar with the patterns of movement and attack methods of the Work God and the Mourning Widow.

With the experience from seven deaths, Li Muyang successfully led Little Wild Grass and Wei Sandao through the forest rife with evil creatures to see the sunrise once again.

"Damn, that was exhausting!"

After seeing the sun appear, Wei Sandao, who had turned pale again, collapsed stiffly, and soon started snoring.

Little Wild Grass also collapsed weakly into Li Muyang's arms, so rigid and motionless in her sleep.

If it weren't for their breathing, Li Muyang would almost suspect that he had drained them dry.

"At this pace, escaping seems rather difficult."

Li Muyang looked up at the sky and sighed.

During the day, the two needed to rest and recuperate their energy, at night they had to face the pursuit of evil creatures and couldn't run too fast either.

There was an additional Mourning Widow last night, what about tonight?

The game time was passing quickly; after waiting three seconds, Li Muyang watched as the sun swiftly circled the sky.

Eventually, the moon rose, with stars scattered across the sky.

Gusty winds started blowing as Little Wild Grass and Wei Sandao were forced to get up from the ground and continue their journey.

"Damn it! Another one today?"

Wei Sandao looked at the forest ahead with uncertain shock, feeling the wind was even more chilling than the night before.

This was clearly a sign of an increase in the number of evil creatures.

Li Muyang, who could see all the evil creatures, swallowed nervously, "Not one, there are two more..."

The two additional evil creatures tonight were like the Work God, invisible to Little Wild Grass and Wei Sandao.

However, Li Muyang saw them clearly.

One was dressed in a tattered theatrical robe, its deathly pale face covered in cheap makeup, full of cracks, with bright red lips split to the ears, smiling radiantly—Lady White Terror.

The other evil creature was a head as huge as a house, with a fierce face, exaggerated facial features, a green face and fierce fangs, wearing a black hat—Lord Black.

Four bosses with red skull health bars were chasing after the three's shadows through the woods, and the chilling winds grew colder.

Li Muyang sighed, "The number of evil creatures is increasing, and the difficulty ahead will be even greater."

He had only died seven times to get through one night, thinking this level was not so challenging.

Now he realized, it was not that it wasn't difficult, but that the more challenging part was still to come.

With this trend, as the number of evil creatures increased, so would the difficulty exponentially.

This stage was going to be a tough challenge.