Horror Game: Start as a Hunter

"Ahhh! Third Brother YYDS!!"

"I haven't seen the third brother for a long time. To be honest, I always think the third brother is the most domineering!"

"The flames can't even get close to the third brother!!"

"Love, love, this is what a man should look like!"

"I have an ominous premonition that the skull warrior is about to get his boxed lunch..."

"Hey... Actually, I quite like the shape of the skeleton warrior. It seems that I can only look forward to the next warrior."

"Skull: So love goes away, right?"

"The market has opened, and everyone guesses how long it will take for the third brother to solve it?"

"For the sake of the cool appearance of the skeleton warrior, it will be within 1 minute!"

"Half a minute, no more!"

"Half a hammer, up to ten seconds! Have you forgotten what happened to the ugly warrior?"

"Five seconds, I bet a pack of spicy sticks."

"Skeleton Warrior: You guys are so polite..."

Just when the fans in the live broadcast room were frantically teasing with barrage.

Trianglehead has already fought Ghost Rider.

The rusty broadsword collided with the flaming chain, and sparks shot out.

Ghost Rider's mouth went numb all of a sudden.

"What a terrible power..."

Its current strength attribute has even exceeded 100, and it is not an opponent at all.

Obviously.

The enemy in front of him cannot be confronted head-on.

You have to be tricky...

Thinking of this, it threw out the chain again.

Then suddenly turned around and rushed to where the window was.

Take a leap.

Tang Ping swung the rusty sword to block it, but found that the other party had already fled.

He ran after it quickly and stopped by the window.

"Boom boom-"

Downstairs came the roar of motorcycles.

The ghost rider left quickly on his motorcycle, dragging two long flame marks on the ground.

Sudden.

A rocket flew out of the window.

The galloping Ghost Rider felt a wave of heat coming, and turned his head to look.

Immediately frightened, the speed of the car was raised to the extreme.

The roar of motorcycles and the sound of explosions sounded at the same time.

The black town ignited a raging fire.

"Runned by it..."

The system beep did not sound.

A red dot on the radar map is flying away from here.

Tang Ping returned to the form of the rabbit killer, and secretly clenched his fists.

The executioner this time is obviously more difficult to deal with than last time...

……

Central town.

Painter and photographer meet.

He rode a red monster and swooped down to the one-eyed photographer who was holding a video camera and kept shooting.

"Blood...your blood is very suitable as my paint!"

Facing this terrible offensive.

Not only was the photographer not afraid of running away, but his expression became more and more crazy.

"Art! This is real art!"

"I want this moment to last forever!!"

When a lunatic meets a lunatic, it must be a big battle!
Both executioners possess some special abilities.

Before the red monster arrived, the strong wind had already blown the photographer backwards.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"..."

But even so.

The camera lights are still blinking.

Countless blurry photos are flying in the sky!

at last.

An extremely clear photo flew out.

The one-eyed photographer grabbed it in his hand, and a frenzy flashed in his eyes!
"True beauty only exists in the moment when life is gone."

The red monster swooping down like a storm suddenly stopped in the air.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed.

The painter frowned, and immediately jumped off the red monster's back.

next moment.

The huge red monster suddenly turned into countless fragments.

It fell to the ground like confetti.

The photographer regarded the photo as a treasure and put it away, looking coldly at the painter not far away.

"I didn't expect that you, a brat, could actually make that kind of perfect artwork..."

The voice just fell.

He immediately raised the camera to point at the painter and pressed the shutter.

Through the fight just now.

The painter also probably guessed the ability of the other party.

Immediately turned around and ran into the next building.

A blurry photo floated from the camera.

"Run? The expression of fear and despair is my favorite!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely record the moment before you die..."

The photographer immediately chased after him, not slowing down at all.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

I don't know how long the heavy rain lasted.

The fighting in the black town has just begun...

Chasing all the way, the photographer lost his target.

He immediately opened the Executioner's map, only to find that the target red dot was nearby.

Maps can only show approximate locations.

For example, in the same house, it is impossible to tell whether the other party is downstairs or upstairs.

It all depends on the experience of the executioner to judge for himself.

In other words.

The other party must be hiding in the building next to him now.

The photographer observed carefully and finally found water-stained footprints outside a house.

Unexpectedly, the bad weather here has become a clue for the tracker.

Stepping on the rainwater will leave footprints on the dry land.

This discovery made the photographer secretly happy, and he quietly approached the past.

The noisy rain covered up all traces...

At this time, the artist was painting frantically on the second floor, and his left hand was already dripping with blood.

One red figure after another came out of the pale wall.

"Go and bring me the 'paint'!!"

He was very pale from blood loss.

The red figures nodded and ran downstairs.

The photographer who was searching on the first floor immediately hid around the corner after hearing the movement.

Point the camera in the direction of the stairs.

The only remaining right eye is wide open, for fear of missing the most beautiful "artistic" moment.

But what appeared was a group of weird red figures...

This is not what he expected.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"..."

The shutter sounded non-stop, and countless red figures disappeared on the stairs one after another.

But due to the sheer volume, the process continues.

Among them, a red figure jumped out of the window and broke in from the other side.

Glimpse this situation.

The photographer quickly turned around and pointed the camera at the door.

After changing direction, the red figure at the stairs rushed down again.

at last.

After a frantic shutter, all the red figures disappeared.

But just now in chaos.

It was scratched by a red figure, but after the guy succeeded, he turned and ran.

This move made him a little uneasy.

After a short break, the photographer immediately ran upstairs with the camera.

The painters at the top are painting like crazy.

But this time the object looks familiar...

It turned out to be the one-eyed photographer downstairs!

A red figure stood respectfully beside him, holding some blood in his hands.

The footsteps downstairs became more and more urgent.

The speed at which painters paint has also become faster and faster.

The portraits on the walls come to life, only the finishing touches are left.

The one-eyed photographer appeared at the head of the stairs panting.

Seeing the situation in front of him, he immediately raised the camera...