[Lu Family Courtyard] The Ghost He Couldn't "See"

The participant seemed to have found his target and hurled the pitchfork in his hand.

His aim was excellent. The pitchfork narrowly grazed the watermelon without damaging it in the slightest.

Ren Yi "saw" it clearly through his perception. The participant's expression turned to utter astonishment in an instant, as though he had seen something completely unexpected.

Immediately afterward, the shaking watermelon's screams stopped abruptly. A rustling and crunching replaced them as its rind shattered into pieces and juice flowed everywhere.

Unsurprisingly, the participant could only watch in extreme panic as the soil slowly rose and swallowed him, until he finally became part of the watermelon field.

As for Ren Yi, he still hadn't seen a thing.

The field was still outside his line of sight, so he could only "watch" through his three-dimensional perception.

So it was visible to the naked eye, but not to his perception?

A flicker of anticipation rose in Ren Yi's heart.

The other participants were in no mood to take things so lightly. All they could do was listen to their companions' screams in the distance, which were drawing closer bit by bit. The shadow of death bore down on them like a rising tide.

Death itself was not frightening. It was this steadily encroaching fear of the unknown that could most easily break a person's mind.

Ren Yi, on the other hand, was starting to feel a little worried. Aunt Lu Qing should have already spoken to all the ghosts in the Instance and explained who he was.

This newly arrived senior ghost wouldn't go around field seventeen and skip coming to "play" with me just because it knows I'm "one of them," would it?

The Instance lasted a full three days. The ghosts couldn't possibly kill everyone in a single day. Even if it skipped him, that would make perfect sense and wouldn't arouse the livestream viewers' suspicions.

But he was really curious about this ghost's ability...

It won't stay away, will it? Those greater ghosts do seem to like teasing ghost Younglings.

My older brother, Aunt Du next door with her two mouths, and Doctor Lin are all like that... This one should be no exception, right?

While his thoughts ran wild, something finally stirred in field eighteen next to his. A watermelon began shaking strangely.

The participants were too far apart, and the participant in field eighteen hadn't seen what had happened to the previous victims.

The participant in field eighteen was clearly much more capable, though. He didn't panic, and his movements were remarkably graceful. The watermelon vines on the ground barely hindered him.

With a tap of his foot, he leaped up as though using a lightness skill and drove his pitchfork precisely into the spot where the disturbance had occurred.

But it was still no use. The pitchfork didn't move an inch, and the strange force seemed entirely unaffected.

The watermelon shattered, spilling bright red juice all over the ground.

The participant in field eighteen's expression changed drastically. He tapped his toes against the ground again, and his whole body rose straight into the air, where he hovered.

He was a special ability user.

Ren Yi watched with great interest. If the watermelons around him hadn't been so unappetizing, he would definitely have found one to cut open and eat while watching the show.

He secretly used Ghost Net to take a picture of the participant hovering in the air and sent it to Lu Zihan.

A reply came immediately.

[Lu Zihan: Wow! Another one who can fly!]

[Lu Zihan: Ban Deng'er, how does he compare to you?]

Ren Yi's face darkened as he remembered that he could barely fly faster than a crawling turtle.

[Ren Yi: Don't rub it in.]

Just then, for reasons unknown, the ability user in the air suddenly flew toward Ren Yi's field seventeen.

But before he had flown more than a few meters, his movements suddenly became twisted and strange, as though an invisible force had tangled around him.

Ren Yi watched his shadow grow larger and larger in the moonlight. Then he fell to the ground like a bird with a broken wing.

The participant in field eighteen looked terrified. Fierce wind blades swept around him, slicing several watermelons to pieces in an instant.

But the violent wind blades ultimately failed to stop the soil from swallowing him bit by bit.

This time, Ren Yi finally saw the entire process of a person turning into a watermelon with his own eyes. Vertical green watermelon stripes slowly appeared on the human face, and its once-terrified expression gradually went blank.

He had to admit, watching green stripes grow on a person's face was pretty funny.

It should be my turn next, right?

Ren Yi sprang up from the rock he had been sitting on. He planted his pitchfork in the ground with one hand, put the other on his hip, and surveyed the surrounding watermelon fields with his chest puffed out.

The night wind swept past his ears, carrying the rustling of watermelon leaves. The moonlight made his silhouette look even more upright, and the pitchfork in his hand gleamed coldly beneath it...

Yet nothing happened. Even the watermelon cries rising and falling around him seemed to have grown a little tired. Their voices grew quieter and quieter, calling out halfheartedly.

The anticipated attack never came. Instead, a small, familiar wisp of positive emotion suddenly appeared and lingered around Ren Yi.

Seriously, do you Three-City World viewers have that much time on your hands? What's this about now?

There wasn't a single participant near him at the moment on whom he could expend "ammunition." To him, this energy was like food in a glass display case: he could see it, but he couldn't eat it.

In the livestream chat.

"Look at that! Now that's the bearing of a big shot! A ghost shows up, and he stands firm without so much as flinching!"

"The commenter above is way too biased. I'd say he's so scared stiff he can't move."

"Hmph! What's the point of putting on a show? This ghost is impossible to deal with. Didn't you see what happened to the last few people?"

"Exactly! You can't catch it, and you can't hit it. Even the item the Instance gave them was a lie, completely useless. All they can do is watch it destroy the watermelons. And once a watermelon breaks, it triggers the field's instant-death condition."

"Even Song Qingfeng from the Royal City went down, and he was an A-rank 'Wind Manipulation' ability user. He got dragged down in midair. What a miserable end."

Inside the Instance, Ren Yi couldn't hear their discussion. He could only watch helplessly as the small, inexplicable wisp of positive emotion dissipated in the night wind.

He had long since spread out his ghostly perception, giving him a clear picture of everything around him, but there was still no sign of the mysterious ghost.

Maybe it's already here, and I just haven't noticed?

In Humanoid Form, Ren Yi's eyes couldn't see in every direction at once, so he could only keep turning his head, cautiously scanning every corner. Even so, he found nothing.

No way. Is it really not going to tease the kid?

Somewhat disappointed, he lowered his head and looked at the ground. The cold moonlight stretched his shadow long and thin across the ridge between the fields.

Then his gaze froze.

At the spot corresponding to his shadow's chest, a pair of light spots the size of rice grains had appeared at some unknown point. They were a piercing red, like two tiny drops of blood, and were "looking up" at him intently.