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Chapter 268 Should have thought of a horror game a long time ago
In the second open map of Survival, something happened.

The entire map of Tokyo, Mr. has experienced the crazy massacre of NPCs by players, and then the NPC corpses mutated and killed them.

This story quickly spread throughout the game, whether it was players staying in New York or other players such as canyon mode and kart mode, they all heard about it.

"I knew this would happen a long time ago. If the two maps are played in the same way, it would be too bad for Bulma!"

Many macas expressed their opinions belatedly, as if they were a prophet.

But what they said is not false. Indeed, many people have guessed before that the gameplay of the two game maps may be different, so when this situation really occurs, everyone does not feel too strange.

The only ones who can't accept it are probably those players who spent the money on air tickets to get on the plane halfway, but finally returned.

"Why do I feel like I've been tricked by Bulma Company, won't he refund the ticket money?"

It’s impossible to get a refund. You’ve already boarded the plane, and we’ve all started the plane. How can you get a refund? Aviation gasoline is very expensive. At worst, I’ll give you a discount if you fly next time, but only once.

With the return of the plane, the first wave of land reclamation in Tokyo came to an end, and the second round of the game began.

The option to disable login after death, which was the same as the previous New York map, has also been unblocked, and players can once again open the story of the Tokyo map.

This time is still the same as before, new players can directly choose the new map, while old players need to fly there.

With the first experience, in this round, except for a few players who have a lot of money and a little burnt, most of the others chose to play a trumpet.

No matter how cheap the air ticket is, it costs 10 knives. Wouldn’t it be nice to save it for a hamburger?
It’s still a good deal to open a trumpet account, as long as 998!

So, soon, most of the players once again ushered in the Tokyo map, the number exceeded ten million, but what made everyone puzzled was that after they appeared, what they saw with their eyes was not the bustling Tokyo night scene before.

Although it was still night and the neon lights and billboards on the street were all on, the feeling was completely different from before.

Before, the road was full of traffic and pedestrians, and there was a lively scene and atmosphere everywhere.

But now, although there are cars on the entire road, no one is there, neither are passers-by, no one is in the shopping mall, no one is in the bank, and there is no one in the police station...

Throughout the city, everything seemed to be functioning normally, but there was no one there.

It's like...waking up, and traveling to a parallel time and space where no one exists?What the hell is the sudden urge to record the scene in front of me and post it online.

I have traveled to 6 years later, can you believe it!

"What do you mean? What about those NPCs just now? I got along well with a short, fat, round-faced girl. I also want to experience the power of Okamoto with her. Why are they gone? There is a BUG Come on!"

"There is no NPC here, so how do we play it? It's fine that the gameplay of this new map is different from New York. It won't be the same every round."

"I really feel like you're telling the truth. Maybe it's different every time. Last time I led us to kill NPCs. This time, I don't know what kind of routine it is..."

"It's a bit irresponsible to say that. When did Bulma guide it? Wasn't all the actions of the players in the last round spontaneous?"

While discussing, everyone explored around. It wasn't that they just liked to talk and talk nonsense. It was really the current performance of this map, which was too infiltrating. Talking was not for chatting, but for courage.

Tens of millions of players searched around, and the investigation was very fast, but after searching for nearly 10 minutes, the results made the players a little desperate, or horrified...

In the entire Tokyo map, there is really no NPC!

"So, this is how we are going to play? Play by yourself, or fuck each other!"

Just as everyone was wondering, 10 minutes passed quietly. On the empty street, a gloomy cold wind suddenly blew, and many players couldn't help but shiver. Many of them even remembered the last round. The ghost that he took away.

"Could it be, this place, no, there are no NPCs..."

Suddenly, a player said that his voice trembled when he spoke.

After hearing this, the person next to him suddenly thumped, "Gordon, what are you talking about, stop joking around, it's scary..."

The speaker, before finishing his sentence, suddenly realized that something was blowing on the back of his neck...

"what!"

The screams resounded everywhere in an instant. Not everyone is born stupid and bold, and not everyone dares to walk at night. Even if we are together, when the cool wind blows from behind, we should still pee our pants of.

And as these people shouted, more and more people noticed the coolness and looked around. Soon, they found that there seemed to be no one on the street...

On the street they thought was empty, there were already countless NPCs standing beside them, but they couldn't see them.

When realizing this scene, almost all the players suddenly felt their scalps go numb after rubbing them, and a coolness went from their foreheads to their tailbone. Some of them were timid, and even couldn't stand still.

And the next moment, when those NPCs who turned into ghosts canceled their ghost status at the same time, turned into entities, and appeared around them, really filling the nearby space, and staring at them with bloody eyes , The atmosphere of the entire map exploded in an instant.

Screams, cries, curses, and screams came and went, not only these NPCs who suddenly appeared, Bulma's game planner was also greeted by the whole family at this moment.

Just at this moment, the dream space that desperate survival relies on has harvested countless spiritual energy, and there is even a sign of advancement.

"Sure enough, it's still such a cool feeling to leapfrog monsters!"

In a small courtyard in the real world, Shang Wu sat on a rocking chair with an iced Coke in his hand, took a sip, and felt refreshed.

On the opposite side, an anti-Japanese drama was playing on the TV. A burly man with a dull expression and almost no acting skills, grabbed a devil with both hands, and then violently.

Tear!

Blood sprayed the sky, and the devil was torn in half in an instant.

"Suck it~ Hiccup!"

Shang Wu hiccupped and shook his head, "It seems that my brother's idiot is still too conservative, look at those people who make TV dramas, they have big brains, you haven't thought of making a horror game until now Playing, blinding your ability for nothing."

"I guess there's no hole in your brain!"

(End of this chapter)