Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Entering the basement, Fu Yan walked in front, and he handed the oil lamp to Old Wu.

Darkness does not affect his vision.

Old Wu and Jiang Lan held up oil lamps and followed Fu Yan cautiously.

After passing through a narrow area, the three came to the bottom floor of the basement.

Old Wu: "Huh? Where's the mirror? Why is the mirror missing?"

He remembered that the last time they came, there was a full-length mirror the height of a person.

At that time, several players were taken aback, why are they gone now?

"It's not gone, it's become transparent." Fu Yan walked to the place where the mirror was originally placed, and tapped lightly.

"Bang bang" twice, indicating that there is indeed something in that position.

Old Wu held up the oil lamp and approached, and found that the retro frame that should have been inlaid with a mirror was now inlaid with a piece of transparent glass.

"What... what's going on here?" Old Wu asked in surprise.

Fu Yan: "This is where we enter the mirror world. We enter the mirror, and the things in the mirror go out to replace us."

Old Wu vaguely guessed what Fu Yan meant, but this guess sent a chill down his spine, and he still couldn't help asking: "What... what do you mean?"

Fu Yan walked behind the glass and looked at Old Wu in front of him through the glass, "My current perspective is the perspective of the mirror person, and you are the one who will be replaced by me."

"From the moment you see me in the mirror, you have entered the mirror world."

Fu Yan stretched out his hand suddenly, pulled Old Wu behind the glass, then walked to the glass by himself, and switched places with Old Wu.

He looked at Old Wu behind the glass, and said with serious eyes: "And I will go out from this mirror and replace you."

Old Wu was so frightened by Fu Yan's gloomy expression that he took a half step back.

He swallowed, "You mean, we have been replaced now, the space we live in is fake, and the world outside the mirror is real?"

"We thought we were looking in the mirror these two days, but is it actually something in the mirror that is looking at us?"

Fu Yan paused, "That's almost what it means, but we haven't been completely replaced, at least not within seven days."

"Seven days?" Old Wu suddenly remembered the player mission, "So the mission 'successfully survived seven days' is just a cover, even if we survive seven days, we can't get out of the instance."

Fu Yan: "The mission is real, it is for players, but we are not players now, we are people in the mirror now."

After hearing this, Old Wu felt a chill down his spine, "Then what shall we do now?"

...

Three people have died in the dungeon, and I don't know whose turn it will be next.

Anyway, the task is to survive seven days, and the players have no intention of exploring the castle.

They took their dolls, found a place without a mirror, and sat all day long.

Not taking the initiative to seek death is already the greatest contribution they have made to themselves.

During dinner, the players come to the restaurant.

Looking at the empty dining table, the players suddenly panicked.

"No way! Why don't you even give me food today?"

"You're not allowed to be a dead ghost?"

Soon they discovered that not only was there no food on the table, but even the housekeeper and maid were missing.

"Where did everyone go?"

"Didn't you realize that there are three missing among us?"

Hearing someone say that, the players immediately started counting.

"Yeah! Why did Fu Yan and the others disappear? Could it be..."

Before the player finished speaking, a person suddenly entered the door.

The man walked in a hurry, adjusting the bow tie around his neck while walking, looking a little nervous.

Everyone is familiar with the visitor, he is the butler of this castle.

The butler walked up to everyone, with a stiff smile on his lips, "Dear players, before dinner, please move to the basement, we have gifts for you."

"What! Another gift!"

"One doll is not enough, do we need to assign a female ghost to each of us?"

"Can we not."

The players complained, but Mr. Steward suddenly turned cold, "Disobedient players will be punished."

The butler took the players to the corridor of mirrors and let them pass one by one, while he himself stood at the end to prevent players from escaping.

The last player in line is Zhang Wang.

While other players were not paying attention, he sneaked up to the butler and whispered, "You are not the butler."

The expression of the 'housekeeper' panicked for a moment, and then he immediately tidied up. He pushed Zhang Wang and pretended to be fierce: "It's your turn!"

Zhang Wang snickered: "A real housekeeper wouldn't call us players. Let me guess, you... are you Old Wu?"

The 'housekeeper' gave him a blank look, but said nothing.

Players walk through a long corridor to the entrance to the basement.

They looked at the door of the basement that was violently kicked open, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Now, all guests, please enter the basement."

The 'housekeeper' finished speaking and gave Zhang Wang a push, "Go to the front and hold the lamp."

The player also realized something was wrong at this moment, the butler had the key, why did he break the door.

"You are not the housekeeper! Who are you!"

The 'housekeeper' sighed, and shouted helplessly towards the basement: "Old Fu! Don't tell me that these idiots are easy to deceive!"

Player: "..."

We are still here!

Not long after, a tall and thin figure walked out of the basement.

He was facing the light, with a faint smile on his handsome face, and dark red blood splattered all over his straight suit.

He looked at the players at the door with a smile, and said lightly, "Are you going down by yourself, or shall I send you down?"

Player: ...

It doesn't matter if they die or not, they just want to go down and have a look.

Thunderbolt plopped the players down the stairs like dumplings.

Before going down the stairs, Fu Yan snatched their doll.

Fu Yan didn't explain too much to the player, he just snapped off the heads of the dolls and threw them into the corridor.

Walking to the lowest level of the basement, the players were stunned by the horror scene in front of them.

The candlelight in the basement was weak, and the broken and incomplete corpses were piled up into a grave.

Some of them were headshot, and some were torn in half by the middle. The scene was extremely bloody. The butler lying on the top of the grave bag lost half of his head, and his clothes were also stripped for public display.

Upon seeing this, the player silently covered his clothes.

All the players were present, Fu Yan held an oil lamp and stood in front of the transparent glass, "Old Wu, Jiang Lan, you go first and wait for me over there."

After speaking, he pointed to the group of players, "Whoever of them is dishonest, you don't have to be polite, just kill them on the spot."

"What do you mean!"

A strong male player suddenly stood up, "First you tricked us here, pointed at us, and now you want to kill us! What do you think you are... huh!"

Before the strong man finished speaking, Fu Yan punched the strong man on the mouth.

The strong man snorted, blood gushed out of his mouth, and his entire face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He opened his mouth to cry out in pain, but spit out a mouth full of big teeth.

"Who has questions?"