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Although there were many tourists around and many people even surrounded him and looked at him with concern and asked if he was fine, Shi Ling felt a bone-broken coldness and loneliness in his heart.

"What should I do? Call the police for help? No... The police won't believe this if I say something. Maybe I will lock me up as a mental illness... And even if they believe it, I'm afraid there will be no way to solve it."

Shi Ling had a sense of fear that arose from the depths of his soul. He could feel this supernatural power, and he could not even think of whom he would seek help from. Now he was completely sure that this "killing game" was real, and all the previous encounters were not dreams.

Looking at the instrument screen on the left wrist, the white dot representing the "Prophet" on it was still moving, and its direction of movement also changed, becoming as if it was coming towards the direction where he was.

"Is the 'prophet' also looking for me? No matter what, according to the instructions, we will find the 'prophet' first. Since this 'killing game' is true, you can win according to the rules of this game. I will not die. I will survive the three days in the cracks in the underground... I will not die in this 'killing game', Lin Yang, Cheng Lin... I will live your part together."

Shi Ling began to run towards places with a large crowd as much as possible, which made him feel safe in his heart. At the same time, he was far away from all the trees on both sides of the road, and even street lights. These things became extremely terrifying in his eyes, and could break and fall down at any time and press on him.

Shi Ling, who was running along the road, suddenly stopped, and his expression suddenly became stiff.

In front of him, a stone arch bridge appeared.

The scene of the collapse of the stone arch bridge suddenly came to my mind. The strong man's head was smashed by stones, and the red rotten flesh mixed with white brain splashed out. A bloody and terrifying scene continued to emerge in my mind.

"Will I end up like that man when I walk on this stone arch bridge?... Will I... die?" Shi Ling slowly approached the stone arch bridge, looked at the men, women, young and old in front of him, and even two foreigners, talking and giving jokes and giving advice. Walking through this wide bridge, no one noticed Shi Ling, who was standing aside, pale and paper-like face.

His legs were trembling slightly, and Shi Ling could even vaguely feel a gust of wind surging around him. It seemed that the mysterious power that was invisible and intangible had turned into a ghost and was hidden under the stone arch bridge, waiting for Shi Ling to go up the bridge...

There are lakes on both sides. If you want to find a "prophet", crossing the bridge is the only way. As for swimming down the lake, it is even more dangerous. Maybe you may be dragged into the lake by some force just after you get into the water and you will never float up again.

"What should I do now?" Shi Ling stopped in front of the stone arch bridge.

Now in his eyes, this stone arch bridge is not the Naihe Bridge in the underworld. If you step on it, you may die tragically.

"Or I can stay here and wait for the 'prophet' to come to me and look at the map just now. The white light spot is indeed facing me..." Shi Ling looked at the instrument screen on his left wrist again, which can confirm that the "prophet" is indeed coming to his position.

"No, if the 'prophet' is really found, he will walk onto this bridge... Will there be an accident? According to the rules of the game, if the 'prophet' dies, I will fail... The loser will die with him..."

There is a time display on the instrument screen on the left wrist. The time limit for this "killing game" is five hours, but now more than an hour has passed, and there is still plenty of time.

"Are you going to cross the bridge?... or wait for the 'prophet' to come to me..." Two thoughts were intertwined, and Shi Ling slowly sat down on the side. Although he had only been playing the "killing game" for more than an hour, he felt a little exhausted. This invisible pressure made him breathless.

In the end, Shi Ling chose to stay here and waited for the "prophet" to find him.

The horror of this bridge overwhelmed the courage in his heart. His only hope was that the "prophet" could be found without the influence of this invisible terrifying force.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Shi Ling kept looking at the people coming and going on the stone arch bridge facing him, wanting to see who the "prophet" was, but the "prophet" did not appear. He stared at the instrument screen on his left wrist. He was finally sure that the "prophet" did not move.

Just like him, the "prophet" stopped somewhere, and the white light spot that represented the "prophet" stayed in a fixed place for a long time.

"How could this happen? Did the 'Prophet' encounter such a thing as me? I can't walk around anymore?"

Shi Ling became anxious and watched the time on the instrument screen beating minute by minute, and the rest of the time was less than three hours.

"No, I can't wait any longer." Shi Ling stood up and walked slowly to the front of the stone arch bridge again, trying to step one foot on it, his whole leg trembling slightly and unable to exert force.

Taking a deep breath, Shi Ling finally slowly moved to the edge of the stone arch bridge. Even if it collapsed, he still had a chance to jump back to the shore.

The stone arch bridge was motionless, and everyone passing by looked at Shi Ling with strange eyes. In their eyes, Shi Ling's actions were too strange. Most of them stared at him from afar, and then ran away as if they were far away, for fear that they would approach Shi Ling.

Shi Ling stared at the stone arch bridge in front of him, and one step or two steps, the stone arch bridge was still the same. Shi Ling's heart became more and more terrifying. Suddenly, with a roar, and the power from nowhere came from, rushed up towards the stone arch bridge like crazy.

The pedestrians on both sides were startled by him. Shi Ling rushed too fast and threw himself to the ground. He rolled several times on the spot, panting. When he turned around, the stone arch bridge was already behind him.

He rushed over the stone arch bridge safely, and the bridge did not collapse.

"Ah...Ah..." Shi Ling gasped violently and got up, not caring about the dust on his body, ignoring the strange eyes of the people around him, and running along the road facing him.

The huge power and fear brought by the stone arch bridge were suddenly released. Shi Ling felt that a new force was released from his originally exhausted body.

"Why didn't there be any accidents in the stone arch bridge just now? Could it be that everyone in the 'Murder Game' only once accident? I'm fine because I avoided it before? Or for other reasons?"

He ran all the way, looking at the instrument screen on his left wrist from time to time. When he stopped tired, he found a police car parked in front of him, and many people gathered around him. It was obvious that something was wrong.

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