For many years, no one asked about the horror, and the world knows about adding money

If you want to destroy the group, let's just say it.

Why beat around the bush?

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The next two chapters will be refined.

It may take 45 minutes and 90 minutes to come out, respectively.

Let's go to sleep.

See you tomorrow during the day.

I'm really sorry.

Because it has been revised and modified continuously today, and many have been deleted.

Dozing off now.

I was going to upload it tomorrow.

But based on the advanced concept of doing today's things today, I still decided to stay up all night to finish.

Because tomorrow, there are things to do tomorrow.

Good night! ! !

Chapter 317 Interaction Phase

A clear female voice sounded on the stage:

"There is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival."

"Pedestrians on the road want to die."

"Where is the restaurant."

"The shepherd boy is pointing at Xinghua Village."

Listening to the meaning of this poem, is it really a picture of going to the grave during the Qingming Festival?

With the voice of this poem.

Da Tsing Yi rode a golden retriever and slowly walked into people's field of vision.

At this time, it rained lightly.

Da Qingyi was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat.

He holds a wine gourd in his left hand and a piccolo in his right.

Shaking his head and shaking his head, he was in a drunken state.

The slender figure in Tsing Yi looks like a freehand ink painting among the mountains and rivers.

The players stared dumbfounded.

It even occurred to me that I could see such a beautiful picture scroll and such a beautiful person.

This trip has been worthwhile.

Da Qingyi looked at the green hills in the distance, with a faint melancholy locked between his brows.

In this way, one person and one dog slowly walked out of the stage.

The players were stunned.

what is this?

What to substitute?

Do you want to substitute that dog?

Everyone used their brains together and worked together.

Someone said: "Since it is Ching Ming Festival, I guess she is remembering the deceased relatives, we should bring mourning and remembrance."

Some people also said: "I think she drank too much, we should replace it, and use alcohol to relieve her worries."

There is also humanity: "This kind of extremely beautiful woman must like to be sentimental and groaning without illness. We should substitute this hypocritical mentality."

The female player who pissed her pants tightly clenched her fists, closed her eyes, her face was flushed, and her whole body was shaking.

Someone next to him asked, "You are so excited, do you have any ideas?"

"what!"

The female player was startled, and her face turned even redder.

She just peed on her pants just because she was extremely nervous.

But I was too embarrassed to admit it, so I just made a mistake and said:

"At her age, to make her worry so much, there should only be lovesickness... right?"

The questioning player's eyes lit up, and he said loudly to everyone:

"The female teammate next to me made a very reasonable analysis. This female ghost is trapped by love."

A word that shatters the dreamer.

Everyone woke up.

Yes.

A woman of this age and appearance.

Besides men, what else could make her feel ashamed?

All began to simulate the emotion.

The daughter's desperate fantasy was abandoned by the scumbag.

The male player fantasizes about his dead wife desperately.

This time the waiting time was particularly long.

10 minutes later.

Until the female ghost announcer came to the stage.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Guessed right.

Da Qingyi pouted, and said coquettishly to Ye Chen, "I'm so angry, none of them died."

Ye Chen pretended not to see her acting like a baby, and said calmly, "It's okay, this is only the first day."

Seeing Ye Chen's attitude.

Da Qingyi peeled a lychee and sent it to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen opened his mouth mechanically, and chewed a few times mechanically.

Refuse to refuse, and do not take the initiative to cater to.

The whole process was like a robot with no emotions.

"Humph."

Da Tsing Yi looked swollen like a goldfish.

Fortunately, the voice of the female ghost announcer relieved the embarrassment in time.

"Dear guest, now enter the interactive stage, please don't make the lion go berserk."

The players immediately became vigilant.

interactive session?

not make the lion rampant?

What does it mean?

Is the performance on the stage determined by the players in the audience?

The curtain opens.

Four ghost figures stood on the stage.

Look at how they dress.

They are: the little girl, the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman, and the Lion.

Each of them has a set of numbers clearly marked on their chests.

Scarecrow is: 0 to 99.

The Tin Woodman is: 100 to 199.

Lions are 200 to 299.

Little girls are 300 to 461.

Look at the numbers.

Everyone knows that each character corresponds to a player.

And this number is prepared in advance.

Because in the theater.

Several players died due to foul play.

The current number is no longer 461.

At this time, on the other side of the stage, Golden Retriever suddenly jumped out again.

It plays a monster this time.

Just listening to its dubbing, he said fiercely to the four of them:

"Hand over your most precious thing, or I will eat you."

The male ghost dressed as a scarecrow said: "My most noble thing is my brain, but I can't be without my brain."

He scratched his head in distress, then turned and said to the audience:

"My observers, who will lend me a brain?"

All the players from 0 to 99 in the audience looked at him speechlessly.

be sick.

You are a ghost who is not willing to contribute your brain.

And we are human.To lose one's mind is to die.

The Scarecrow waited for a while, but no one answered.

He had no choice but to say:

"It seems that I can only rely on myself."

As he spoke, he put his hands on top of his head, as if people were showing love when taking pictures.

However, this action is a hundred times crueler than love.

He inserted his hands into the skull and broke it hard.

A steaming, white brain was exposed to the air.

He took out his brain and put it on the ground, saying: "From now on, I am a scarecrow without a brain."

At this time.

The lion among the four started to feel wrong.

Its eyes were red and its nose was puffing out white gas.

With a sudden roar, he said to the audience in the audience:

"So many of you are unwilling to contribute a single brain, why don't you let me eat it."

After speaking, he jumped into the crowd from 0 to 99.