Horror Game: Start as a Hunter

"Oh! The third brother is here!"

"Today's host is the third brother!!"

"I'm late, what's going on? Isn't this the live broadcast room of Lie Shen? Why does the monster with the triangular head keep live broadcasting..."

"It seems that you haven't watched the second episode of "Home Delivery"? That's Lie God!"

"Damn it? How could Lie God... so handsome!"

"This aura is even stronger than Brother Sledgehammer!"

"Third brother is amazing! Could it be... is he finally going to kill?!"

"Teacher Ma is also broadcasting the analysis, everyone can listen to it!"

The popularity of the official live broadcast room suddenly soared.

This time it was still Teacher Ma and the host partner.

They're pretty much fixed since last time it worked out so well.

"Teacher Ma, what's going on with Tang Ping? This has never happened before!"

The host is a little dry mouthed.

Teacher Ma adjusted the square-framed glasses on his face, and said solemnly: "This wave started from the change of the lying god's appearance, and I noticed something was wrong..."

"why?"

"This time, he is likely to appear as an executioner..."

"How is it possible?!" The host exclaimed.

Perhaps realizing that he was losing his composure, he coughed lightly twice to ease his embarrassment.

Teacher Ma held the thermos cup in both hands, with a dignified expression: "Judging from the current situation, it is very likely that this is the case."

"This is indeed the first time a player has become an executioner for a live broadcast..."

"And the number of people participating this time is a bit too high. Generally, this kind of situation almost indicates that there will be a large-scale death."

"Now let's see what Lie Shen will do next..."

"If he becomes murderous, I'm afraid this new game will become a copy of the nightmare that no one can clear!"

……

In a small town shrouded in fog.

A dozen or so players gathered together, their faces a little heavy.

"A level new copy, without any information, the minimum requirement is to survive 72 hours, it's too difficult..."

"And more than half of the team are newcomers, this..."

"Seniors, don't abandon us!"

One of the youths who was dressed like a street sneaker was trembling.

The two old players who spoke just now glanced at him and frowned slightly.

"In this game, no one can save you, everything depends on yourself!"

Among them, the fat man wearing a future series of combat uniforms looked a little indifferent.

save people?

What a joke!
In this hell game.

Everyone is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river-it is difficult to protect oneself.

Even old players who have cleared the level many times.

It is also possible to die in the next game at any time.

Examples like this happen almost every day...

After discussing quietly for a while.

Fatty and another old player left the team on their own initiative.

The rest of the newcomers looked blank.

There are patches of gray "snowflakes" floating on the sky.

Someone caught a piece of it out of curiosity, only to find that it was not a snowflake at all, but——ashes!
The whole town is like the world after death, lifeless.

At this time.

A strange figure appeared in the haze not far away.

But because of the fog, I couldn't see clearly.

It can only vaguely feel that it seems to be a person who has lost both arms.

"What is that?!" Someone in the crowd spotted the target and exclaimed.

Although the rest are all newcomers, there are also people who know the rules of the game better.

"What are you yelling about? This will only attract monsters!"

as predicted.

The figure who lost both arms limped towards this side.

As the distance got closer, everyone finally saw its true face.

It was a horribly deformed creature.

No arms, no face.

Something is struggling desperately under the skin, as if trying to break out.

at the same time.

Players also received a system prompt.

[The Man in the Cage: It is always bound and struggling by its own skin, unable to break free, just like its gloomy life. 】

Although they have all received popular education and watched live broadcasts.

Even often say hello...

But when facing such a terrifying monster, his legs would still keep shaking.

"Lie... Lie God, actually... can kill this kind of monster?!"

One of the teenagers, who was wearing a hat, could barely move his legs.

Sudden.

The monster named Man in the Trap accelerated towards this side.

Everyone immediately fled in all directions like frightened birds.

Only the young man in the hat remained standing still.

He opened his mouth wide and his expression was terrified.

His legs couldn't move and he couldn't move.

The ferocious monster has come to the front.

He closed his eyes in despair.

However, the next moment, he appeared in a blood-stained dungeon.

A monster with a triangular head dragged a big knife and walked over here.

The swarm of black bugs surging under their feet made a penetrating sound.

"Screw rustle..."

The teenager in the hat was shaking and pale.

Since he hadn't been attacked for a long time, he opened his eyes tremblingly.

When he found the triangular-headed monster in front of him, he instinctively took a step back.

Then his eyes lit up: "Lie... Lie God?! I'm your loyal fan!!"

All fears were left behind at this moment.

Facing the triangular-headed monster that was much more terrifying than the man in the set, not only was he not afraid, but he seemed to have found his backbone.

The triangular-headed monster suddenly raised its two-meter-long rusty machete, making a gesture to cut it down.

"Lie God! Tang Ping!!"

The rust machete hovered in the air, but in the end it still didn't cut down.

"Go back, try to survive until the end!" A dull voice sounded from the dark red triangular iron helmet.

The teenager in the hat wanted to say something to continue, but suddenly appeared in the foggy town.

This time it was only him.

The gray town was eerily quiet.

He shuddered, recalling the tall and mighty figure just now, a glimmer of hope lit up in his eyes.

However, at this moment, the live broadcast room was in a state of ebullition.

"Is there a mistake? A-level dungeon... fan meeting?!"

"I'm really envious of that guy, even after being selected, he can even meet the Lying God!"

"Real-name envy!"

"And the third brother didn't kill him just now, as long as he hugs his thigh tightly, maybe he can really live to the end!"

"This thigh is terribly thick! The third brother may even be the ultimate boss of this dungeon..."

"It can also be seen from this point that even in the form of an executioner, he is still our lying god!"

"Little brother is so gentle..."

"It's still the same sentence, we can always believe in God!"

……

Because you are in the deepest part of the world.

Tang Ping dragged his sword and walked for a long time without finding a single player.

Even the monsters hid quietly.

He simply sat down on the iron frame bed and did his old job - live broadcast and sleep!
【Ding! 】

【Spirit-10】

After he fell asleep, the monsters hiding in the corner came out with their heads poking around.

There was an indescribable sense of humor in that cautious appearance.

They avoided the place where Tang Ping was, and rushed to the watch world...