Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Wang Fang was awakened by a shrill scream.

She opened her eyes and found that it was still dark.

So he rolled over and prepared to go back to sleep.

As for the scream, she wasn't prepared to heed it.

She was able to live all the way to the middle-level book. Apart from being able to pretend to be a little white flower, what's more, she was never curious.

"Boom boom boom..."

There was a knock on the door.

Wang Fang glanced at the door, neither intending to open it nor responding.

"Little girl, are you asleep?"

Wang Fang recognized the voice immediately, it was Lao Liu's daughter-in-law.

It's so late, why did she come to find herself?

Wang Fang looked at the door vigilantly, but said nothing.

"I know you're awake, please open the door."

Old Liu's daughter-in-law kept knocking on the door outside, her voice gradually becoming shrill and shrill.

"Open—door—! I—let—you—open—door—!"

The wooden door trembled back and forth as she knocked on it.

Wang Fang hugged the quilt and curled up in the corner of the bed.

The moonlight shines on her thin back through the window.

Wang Fang's mind was running fast. There was such a big commotion, why was there no sound from the person opposite the door.

Did something happen to them all?

This thought sent a chill down Wang Fang's spine.

She sat on the bed with her knees hugged, staring at the shadow reflected on the bed, thinking about various escape strategies in her mind.

Suddenly, a black shadow holding a sickle-shaped object appeared next to her shadow.

Wang Fang was startled, and she looked back.

I saw Lao Liu's eight or nine-year-old son, holding a hoe at the moment, standing outside the window behind her.

He looked at Wang Fang with a smile, and there was no child's innocence in his eyes, but instead revealed the treachery and cunning of an adult.

But what frightened Wang Fang the most was the face of the other party and the exposed skin of the other party.

The flesh on half of the opponent's face disappeared at this time, and a few strands of meat hung here and there on Bai Sensen's skull.

And there was a big hole in his throat.

Wang Fang could even see the desolate moonlight behind the boy from this hole.

The boy tilted his head and stared at Wang Fang, with a piercing smile on the corner of his mouth.

He held up the hoe in his hand, and swung it down.

With a "click", the glass shattered.

Immediately, the woman's heart-piercing screams sounded in the room.

The next day, Fu Yan got up early with Lao Wu and Jiang Lan, and stood by the gate of the courtyard to watch the excitement.

Not long after, five corpses covered with white cloth were carried out from Lao Liu's house by the villagers.

The rest of the players also saw it, and they looked at the five corpses covered in white cloth with solemn expressions.

Death begins...

Fu Yan led Old Wu, pushed away the crowd, and swaggered to the corpse.

He squatted down and lifted the white cloth covering the corpses one by one.

The five people's faces were pale, their mouths were wide open, and their expressions were ferocious.

They all died by gouging out their eyes and pulling out their tongues.

But the strange thing is that these five people are all men, and one of them is very unfamiliar.

Huh? Where did that little chat room go?

How can a family be so messy!

Fu Yan stepped over the five corpses and walked straight to Lao Liu's yard.

Before entering the house, he was stopped by the old Liu couple.

They just wanted to talk to Fu Yan to go back.

He was kicked to the ground by Fu Yan alone.

Fu Yan ransacked the house, and finally went to the south house with long legs.

Lao Liu and Zhao Dabao's house faced the same direction, so Wang Fang must also live in the south house.

Fu Yan kicked open the door, his eyes were scarlet.

There was no one in the room, but dried blood gushed out everywhere on the bed, on the wall, on the floor, including on the canopy.

Seeing this, Fu Yan knew exactly what to do.

Knowing that this little chat room had a bad time last night, he was relieved.

Fu Yan closed the door behind him, and when he got to the door, he found the old Liu and his wife still sitting on the ground.

And Lao Wu stood in front of them, pointing his gun at their heads aggressively.

Fu Yan stepped forward quickly. He pushed away Old Wu's muzzle, and said in a reproachful voice, "Look at you, what are you doing so fiercely? The villagers are frightened."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he helped the couple who had fallen to the ground with his own hands, "Hey! Why are you still sitting on the ground! Get up quickly, the ground is so cold!"

The couple: "..."

As long as you are a person, it is impossible for you to be so insignificant!

After watching the excitement, Fu Yan took Lao Wu and Jiang Lan to the ghost bride's former residence.

This place is located on the upper reaches of the lake, some distance from the whole village.

When the three of Fu Yan arrived here, they happened to meet their roommates in the next bedroom, "Sister Lan, what a coincidence, you are here too."

Jiang Cuilan also greeted the three of them politely.

Old Wu is doing well this time.

Although the roots of his ears were still a little red, he didn't keep staring at him.

Everyone tacitly did not ask each other how they found this place.

Fu Yan and Lao Wu first entered the room to check.

Jiang Cuilan took Liu Zihan's hand, led her to the wall, and told her to wait here.

Liu Zihan nodded obediently.

Then stood at the door, looking down at the toes of his shoes.

Jiang Lan stood side by side with her, although they didn't exchange a word the whole time.

But there is an inexplicable sense of sympathy.

Fu Yan, Lao Wu and Jiang Cuilan searched around the ghost bride's house.

I found several men's clothes and a wedding dress in the cabinet.

Jiang Cuilan took out the wedding clothes and compared them with those commoner clothes, and found that they were about the same size.

Old Wu also found an unfinished red hijab on the bed.

He didn't understand this stuff, so he blushed and gave it to Jiang Cuilan.

Jiang Cuilan compares the hijab with the embroidery on the wedding dress.

"The wedding dress and hijab are made by the same person."

Jiang Cuilan pointed to the stitches on the wedding gown and hijab, "And if you can embroider mandarin ducks like landlubbers, there shouldn't be another person."

Old Wu stood beside Jiang Cuilan, nodded, blushed and said, "You can tell from this, you...you are really amazing."

Jiang Cuilan was not sure if this person was complimenting her, but she nodded politely, "Thank you."

Old Wu: "You... did you do this before?"

Jiang Cuilan: "Are you asking about my occupation?"

Old Wu nodded subconsciously, felt a little abrupt in the middle of the point, and immediately shook his head.

"I am a pig butcher and a part-time veterinarian. If you have a headache, you can come to me." Jiang Cuilan pulled out a polished butcher's knife from her back after speaking.