Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Fu Yan stepped over Han Wu's body and walked straight into his bedroom.

The layout of Han Wu's bedroom is the same as Fu Yan's.

It should be said that the pattern of the entire four-door is the same.

Fu Yan entered the bedroom and immediately noticed the clock hanging on the wall.

The clock had stopped, and it was pointing to eleven thirty-five.

A thick layer of floating dust fell on the dial of the clock.

Not only was there dust on the clock, but even the tables and chairs in the house were covered with fly ash.

It looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Fu Yan walked slowly to the window, and the window sill was also covered with thick floating ash, only the potted plants that were densely blooming with roses were spotless.

do not know why.

Every time Fu Yan sees this flower, he has a special impulse.

He looked at the potted flower with deep eyes, and slowly stretched out his big hand with well-defined bones after a while.

Half a minute later, Fu Yan's shiny leather shoes ran over the scattered flower petals, and walked away in a happy mood.

There is only a pot of bald roses, crying in the cold wind.

If you can't get it, you will destroy it!

Fu Yan left the dusty room.

As soon as he left, the players arrived on the back.

Looking at the already cool Han Wu, the players' moods are very delicate.

This is already the third player who died in the dungeon.

Not counting Chu Miaomiao and Zhang Jiexuan who were suspected of being possessed by ghosts, there were only five normal players left in this dungeon.

Hmm...if Fu Yan is considered a normal person...

They haven't figured out how to deal with Zhang Jiexuan and Chu Miaomiao.

Although their behavior is abnormal, it cannot be concluded that they are possessed by ghosts.

Is it really going to kill?

Who will kill it?

Everyone doesn't want to be the first to strike. Whoever kills first at this time will become the next public enemy.

Everyone was thinking a lot, and everyone seemed listless during lunch.

Fu Yan does not have this trouble.

During lunch, he even called the manager over in a good mood and complained to his mother in public.

"The cleaning work here is not in place. Room 704 is so big, you don't even need to wipe it off. What? Save it for the guests to lick!"

The manager smiled and apologized to Fu Yan.

At Fu Yan's strong request, he also called his own mother over to listen to Fu Yan's teachings.

Fu Yan is very satisfied with this, "A family just wants to... make progress together."

The cleaner came slowly. She had gray hair, a stooped figure, thin skin, and looked very old.

It was very different from the photo Fu Yan saw on the employee registration form.

She was wearing a washed-out light blue overalls, and a pair of old-fashioned cloth shoes with fringe on the soles of her feet.

There are still a few burnt marks on the edge of the shoe.

She was hunched over, and her legs and feet didn't look very convenient.

Seeing her meek look, the manager went up and grabbed her by the collar, and dragged her to Fu Yan, "Old man, hurry up!"

The cleaner staggered as he was being dragged, but he didn't dare to resist, so he could only be dragged and pushed to Fu Yan by his son.

The cleaner stood still in front of Fu Yan. She looked at Fu Yan and rubbed her hands in bewilderment. Her cloudy eyes were full of restraint, and she looked very pitiful.

Unfortunately, the last thing Fu Yan lacks is compassion.

Fu Yan folded his arms around his chest, and glanced at her coldly, "I've been in this business for a long time! I clean up pretty well. If I have time to clean up myself, I don't have time to clean up the room. If you can do it, you can't get out."

The cleaning staff lowered their heads and kept bowing, apologizing to Fu Yan.

The rest of the players didn't know where Fu Yan was singing, and they didn't dare to talk blindly.

After Fu Yan reprimanded the cleaning staff, he turned to look at the manager again, "Let's talk about how to deal with this matter."

The manager looked embarrassed, and just as he was about to speak, Fu Yan said again: "You won't cheat for personal gain just because she is your mother, right?"

manager:"……"

The familiar sense of panic came again, whether to send points or die, only in one thought.

The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked full of desire to survive, "Brother, what do you want to do?"

Fu Yan seemed to be in a dilemma, but said without the slightest hesitation: "Then just beat him to death."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he looked at the manager quietly, "You do it."

manager:"……"

Although he is unfilial, he is not that unfilial.

Fu Yan moved his wrist, "You want to be filial? It's not impossible..."

The manager's face froze upon hearing this.

He kicked his mother to the ground as soon as he lifted his foot.

Pulling hair is just a few big mouths.

Fu Yan sat at the main seat and watched with great interest.

He really never gets tired of watching this kind of drama of 'the son beats the mother and loses all conscience'.

Although the rest of the players felt pain from watching it, they didn't dare to say anything more.

After all, this is an npc's housework.

The players can only pretend not to see each other and greet each other, "Come, come, eat food, eat food..."

After a lunch, under the righteousness of the manager, it ended perfectly.

The manager really lived up to expectations and beat his mother half to death.

I did not forget to ask Fu Yan for credit afterwards.

Fu Yan gave him a very pertinent evaluation, "You really are nothing."

After all, he walked to the cleaning house who was dying.

He gently helped Baojie up, lowered his voice and said coldly in Baojie's ear: "Does it hurt? Yes!"

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he left directly.

Only a group of players were left staring at the place.

Li Meng and Feng Sheng caught up with Fu Yan who was about to take the elevator.

Li Meng spoke first, "Fu Yan, let's form an alliance."

Fu Yan put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the jumping numbers on the metal plate.

"As long as you can bring us out of the dungeon, we can give you all the points." Li Mengmeng saw that Fu Yan was not short of money, so he quickly added: "Not only points, but also weapons, or anything else is fine. If we don’t have it, we’ll grab it for you.”

Li Meng looked serious and looked at Fu Yan expectantly.

They knew nothing about this dungeon except for the death conditions and player missions.

Originally, they thought that as long as they avoided the conditions of death, they would be able to do whatever they wanted.

But Han Wu's death made her understand that even if they knew the conditions of death, they couldn't avoid death at all.

This dungeon just wants to kill them all.

Since you are destined to die, why not give it a try.

She has also heard of Fu Yan's title of "Ben Madman".

If he can blow up this dungeon, can they also go out together?

Even if it fails, the worst is death.

Anyway, if this continues, they will die in the dungeon sooner or later.

When Fu Yan heard the word 'grab', his dna moved instantly.

He tilted his head next to Li Meng's ear, and whispered something in a voice that only two people could hear.

Li Meng's expression froze for a moment after hearing this.

She looked up at Fu Yan and asked uncertainly, "Are you serious?"

Fu Yan tilted his head and said with a smile, "Of course."

Li Meng pursed his lips, clenched his fists, and nodded solemnly after a while, "OK!"