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Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 2467 - 1883: Crane That Doesn’t Dance (Double - )
"Whoa, when did this fog appear? It wasn’t here yesterday, why is there so much today?"
"Maybe the weather’s changed? It’s normal to have some foggy weather."
"If I’m not mistaken, this is the signature of the Ghost Realm, the Ghost Curse Poison Fog."
The player speaking had explored the Ghost Realm before, so he naturally recognized the true nature of this poison fog. He looked quite impressive in front of the newbie players as he spoke in a veteran’s tone, "Don’t touch this poison fog, it’s a real hassle if it contaminates you!"
"You mean... after the Ghost Clan took over the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, they even brought the Ghost Curse Poison Fog with them? That’s a bit far-fetched, isn’t it?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"How dangerous can the Ghost Curse Poison Fog be? Just because you can’t solve it, doesn’t mean others can’t!"
The other players knew nothing about the Ghost Curse Poison Fog. Their natural curiosity made them want to touch it, much like how people are told not to lick a frozen pole, but many still do. This is the trouble that curiosity causes.
"Everyone listen to me, there’s so many of us, so why fear a little poison fog? Let’s charge through and see what’s hidden behind this poison fog!"
This player, eager for chaos, was the first to charge out, inspiring several others to launch an assault, carelessly rushing into the poison fog area.
Immediately after.
All the players who rushed into the poison fog area turned pale and hurriedly retreated.
"Damn, my health was forcibly reduced by one-third!"
"This poison is too fierce, my speed’s been halved!"
"My little brother’s shrunk!"
"What the hell, where did a girl like you get a little brother?"
"You’re annoying, I’m really a guy, if you don’t believe me, come over and see..."
"Get lost!"
The players were tormented by the Ghost Curse Poison Fog and hurriedly escaped. But what truly baffled them was that no matter how many potions they used, they couldn’t recover their lost stats, not even showing a countdown. It was simply outrageous!
"What did I say? You guys didn’t believe me, and now you’ve suffered, haven’t you?"
The player who had previously tried to stop them now had his say, gloating, "You don’t need to waste your efforts. Lifting this Ghost Curse is really troublesome; only special means can undo it. For now, bear with it! By the way, does anyone have wind-type skills or special scrolls or pets of that nature? This kind of poison fog dreads wind abilities."
"Just so happens my armor has a Storm Special Technique, I’ll go!"
A warrior with a large machete stepped forward. Asking a warrior to use an area-of-effect magic skill was a bit challenging for him. He originally thought it was a useless move, but to his surprise, it shone in this situation, which was quite unforeseen.
This also suggested one thing: every skill has its value; it may simply not have had the opportunity to be used.
"I have a wind-type pet."
"I have a wind-type move."
One by one, players stepped up, each showing their own special abilities.
Under the raging wind-type skills, the Ghost Curse Poison Fog was blown away, revealing a path to the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts. Inside, it was eerily quiet, with danger looming at any moment.
Yet despite this, it couldn’t dampen the players’ enthusiasm. After all, the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts was just intermediate terrain; their levels were generally around level 40. Even if they encountered a horde of beasts, they could handle it; they were confident.
However.
They hadn’t even seen a single Beast Clan monster, but instead were faced with ghost soldiers, with ferocious visages, surrounding them.
"Everyone be on alert, killing them might drop Ghost Pearls, which are the bane of Ghost Curses. Don’t let these ghost soldiers slip by!"
This player was very familiar with the rules of the Ghost Realm and generously shared the strategy.
[Ghost Pearl] (Special)
Using it increases resistance to the Power of Curse, with a certain probability to ignore the Power of Curse. When attacked by Ghost Clan monsters, damage is reduced by 10%, with the effect lasting 30 minutes.
"Really?"
The affected players immediately became interested. They were extremely annoyed with their abnormal statuses and were eager to quickly solve these curses. Now that there was an opportunity, they naturally wouldn’t let it slip by.
This group volunteered to be the vanguard, charging at the ghost soldiers. They feared the Ghost Pearls that dropped would be snatched by others, so they worked hard to attack the ghost soldiers in front of them, dramatically improving their efficiency.
And indeed, with their relentless slaughter, dozens of ghost soldiers quickly died, and several Ghost Pearls were dropped and snatched by them.
But just then, Crane That Doesn’t Dance emerged, carrying a giant sword, smiling slyly at everyone, and teasingly said, "Ladies and gentlemen, did you enjoy the kill?"
"You are... Crane That Doesn’t Dance?!"
"Why are you here? Weren’t you imprisoned in the death cell?"
"Hell no!"
"He’s just a ghost, a traitor who betrayed the Human Race!"
"Crane That Doesn’t Dance, you really have the nerve to show up here. Get back to your Ghost Realm! You’re not welcome here!"
"Now I get it, why the Ghost Realm’s passage opened so quickly, turns out you were behind it!"
Upon recognizing Crane That Doesn’t Dance’s identity, the players fumed with anger, saying whatever harsh words they could think of, giving him no face at all.
"Have you said enough?"







