Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

The audience in the live broadcast room half understood Fu Yan's commentary, but this did not prevent them from thinking that Fu Yan was very powerful.

[Fuck! This rookie is too awesome! 】

[Who would have thought that lying would trigger the death condition! No wonder no one has been able to break this dungeon. 】

[If I were in this dungeon, I would definitely not survive two minutes. 】

[This dungeon is too insidious, the npc is playing tricks from the beginning to the end, especially the part where the man asks Fu Yan what he and the woman say, as long as Fu Yan answers 'nothing', the person will immediately become cold. 】

[Yes, yes, under such circumstances, people will subconsciously choose to hide, because no one can be trusted. 】

[Although I didn't understand, it doesn't hinder my admiration for him. 】

[From today on, he is my god! Crazy God! 】

[Before scolding others badly and being sick, stand up and be beaten. 】

【God Fu, I'm sorry, I spoke too loudly to you earlier. 】

Those who couldn't understand Chen Sheng took the opportunity to push him down in the comment section.

[Master Chen Sheng, come out and comment on this newcomer. 】

[Chen Sheng, does your face hurt? 】

[Those so-called great gods who pretend to understand when they don't understand, who are trying to gain fame, and call others stupid, why don't they come out and apologize? 】

[If he has no brains, then Chen Sheng's brains will be thrown into the cesspit, hahahaha. 】

Chen Sheng was pissed off by these comments.

This rookie was just lucky, and guessed the death condition by mistake, so he deserves to be compared with him.

He didn't look carefully just now, if he was in the dungeon, he would have already cleared the level.

Chen Sheng was so angry that he was going to die, but in order to maintain the compulsion of the great god, he couldn't personally tear up a newcomer, so he chose to remain silent.

But his fans are not vegetarians, they were in the dark in Fu Yan's live broadcast room, hundreds of thousands of people rushed in in an instant, and directly slaughtered Fu Yan's screen, which caused the dissatisfaction of passers-by and viewers.

During the game, Fu Yan stood up, took out the boy's scarf from his pocket, and walked towards the woman sitting opposite him step by step.

The woman stared at the scarf in horror, her voice trembling, "No, don't..."

"Ding! Horror value +95"

Hearing the reminder of the horror value, Fu Yan checked it distractedly. He now has 495 horror points, which can be called the pinnacle of his career.

Fu Yan was in a good mood, and showed a sincere smile to the woman, "Don't be afraid, I will send your family to reunite right away."

He walked behind the woman, elegantly wrapped the scarf around the woman's neck, and pulled hard with both hands.

With a 'click', the neck fractured.

The woman's eyes were dimmed, and her limbs fell limply to the ground.

[Di! game over. 】

[Player Fu Yan successfully cleared the level 'Who do you trust? ’ copy. 】

After the words, a white light appeared, and Fu Yan disappeared in the copy.

At the same time, a metal sound belonging to the game system sounded on the world channel.

[Di! Player Fu Yan killed the dungeon boss boy. 】

[Di! Player Fu Yan killed the dungeon boss middle-aged man. 】

[Di! Player Fu Yan killed the dungeon boss middle-aged woman. 】

['Who do you trust? ’ If all the dungeon bosses are killed, the dungeon will suspend refreshing and close permanently. 】

The last few words, the system almost uttered through gritted teeth, and everyone could even hear the sound of metal rubbing against each other, which showed that it was not lightly angry.

[Holy shit ah ah ah ah! God Fu is awesome! 】

【Absolutely! This is the first time I saw someone make a copy to autistic. 】

[I'm really happy for the newcomers who come in in the future. Without this mortal dungeon, the survival rate of the newcomers will be greatly improved. 】

[Long live God Fu! 】

The people who witnessed Fu Yan maxing out the dungeon cheered in the live broadcast room. Although the live broadcast had ended and the screen turned black, they couldn't stop their excitement. Is this the thrill of strength crushing capital!

At the same time, a white light flashed, and Fu Yan's figure appeared in front of a dilapidated unfinished building.

There is a rusty door plate in front of the building, which is engraved with 'Fu Yan, No. 52, Death Thirteen District'.

This is the residence arranged for him by the game world.

Dirty, messy, poor!

Fu Yan, who was always elegant and calm from the beginning to the end, was completely overwhelmed by this dilapidated house at this moment.

What a broken place.

He can't bear this grievance.

Fu Yan turned around and left.

Suddenly, a voice stopped him.

"God Fu?"

Fu Yan turned his head and saw that the person who came was a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, with a baby face and two dimples when he smiled.

"Wow! God Fu is really you!" The boy showed a surprised expression, and quickly jumped to Fu Yan's side.

"I just watched your live broadcast, God Fu, you are so cool, you are my idol, especially your one-handed head-opening move, it is simply amazing, I just cooked five bowls of rice in one go. "

Fu Yan: "Then you are a cruel person."

The young man bared his teeth and proudly puffed out his small chest, "Idol, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. My name is Cui Hao, aka I can speak well. Although I never sing or dance, I can talk about others hanging themselves, skrskr~"

"Ah... It's a pleasure to meet you." Fu Yan moved aside calmly, the child seemed to be in a bad mood.

Cui Hao, who didn't realize that he was rejected by his idol, walked up to Fu Yan on tiptoe, "Why did you appear here as an idol? Which guild did you join last? Can you share it?"

"Why am I here? You mean I shouldn't be here?"

Cui Hao was taken aback by Fu Yan's question, and nodded subconsciously:

"That's right! All the newcomers who have finished the copy will be sent to the novice hall, waiting for the guild to recruit. After five days, no newcomers who are willing to accept the guild will be assigned to the low-level guild according to their performance. The recognized slum community is worse than the low-level guilds, and for a master like you, other high-level guilds are going crazy, it is impossible to appear here."

Cui Hao always answers Fu Yan's questions, and he rushes to answer them without asking.

"Great God, you just happened to pass by, right? What a coincidence that I am too! How about we are destined to each other? On such a huge map, with hundreds of millions of players, I just met you. If this is put into an idol drama, we are destined If I don't become brothers with different surnames, I'm sorry for the little trouble God gave me..."

This kid's self-introduction is really not adulterated at all, and he talks a lot and densely.

Fu Yan turned sideways, revealing the house number blocked by his body, "I live here."