Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

Not a traditional hearse.

"We're not going to take this car to transport the monster back?"

A tall and strong man swallows his saliva, and a living person rides a hearse, this is a big taboo.

Not to mention it's a horror game.

Anything can happen.

"Something fell on the car."

The glasses girl also spoke.

Pointing to the front driver's seat.

It is a questionnaire.

From the funeral home.

[The main task has been opened...]

[Task reminder: Go to the Ping An Hotel, investigate the identity of the victim, and transport the body back to the funeral home. 】

[Note: Danger often comes from ignorance. 】

Several people turned their attention to the questionnaire.

My heart skipped a beat.

Question [-]: What was the relationship between the deceased and each other?

Question [-]: Did the deceased die from homicide or suicide?

Question [-]: What is the cause of death?

Question [-]: Where is the body?

What the hell, you, a funeral home transporting corpses, are you acting like a forensic doctor?

Could it be that before burning the corpse, the corpse could get up and ask you, how did he die?

Shen Jian sighed.

Good horror game, all these useless.

After reading the content, the other players also turned pale and purple.

Among them, the tall and strong man and the freckled girl trembled slightly.

They looked at Wang Chen.

That's right.

They saw it.

The three groups of players are all a master and a rookie.

And Wang Chen, like them, belonged to the one who was taken.

This is a kind of resonance among vegetable chickens.

however……

Wang Chen's reaction was very calm.

This made them look at each other in blank dismay.

Looking at their respective thighs.

The skinny young man pointed at the hotel opposite: "It is impossible for a thriller game to give a mortal mission. Now that this questionnaire is released, the answer can definitely be found in the hotel."

The glasses girl also nodded.

Wang Chen lowered his voice and said, "Brother Leg, what should we do?"

Shen Jian glanced at the other party's middle-aged Mediterranean, but didn't say anything, just sighed: "Follow me first, I'm not very good at this kind of puzzle-solving games."

He looked up.

The Ping An Hotel mentioned in the game prompt is just opposite.

It was a hotel with both board and lodging.

Some old, the white paint on the outside of the wall has been blurred, and moss has grown all over the hotel.

It looks eerie, like it was built on a cemetery.

A sick ghost smoking dry tobacco and coughing violently stared at the player with cloudy and whitish eyeballs.

With every cough, it seemed like something bad had happened.

"Stay in the shop, or hit the tip?"

The sick ghost spoke in an almost hoarse voice.

The thin young man said in a deep voice: "We are the staff of the funeral home, and we are here to transport the corpse, please let us in."

There is no doubt that this is a creepy.

They cannot force their way in.

Just follow the rules.

"One thousand per person."

"What?" The thin young man was taken aback.

"If you want to go in, one thousand horror coins per person." The sick ghost continued to smoke the dry tobacco, surrounded by clouds and mist.

Everyone was surprised.

good appetite.

One thousand horror coins is undoubtedly a huge sum of money for them.

And not everyone can afford it.

This kind of currency, which can only be used in the horror world, definitely plays an extremely important role for players. No one is willing to use it unless it is a last resort.

What's more, this is just the cost of entry.

How to do?

Many players looked at each other.

I don't know what to do for a while.

For the first time, they encountered local monsters that made things difficult for players.

Before entering the hotel, he was stopped outside.

Although there is no time limit for this dungeon, any fool knows that the longer you delay in a dungeon full of weirdness, the more dangerous it will be.

It takes patience, but people don't have it.

"Yo, fellow, I'll walk with you."

At this moment, there was a tut-tsk sound.

Everyone was stunned.

Because they saw Shen Jian A go up.

A look of enthusiasm when I met a fellow villager in the same village and asked the other party to introduce the job.

Players:? ? ?

Sick ghost:? ? ?

Who the hell is with your fellow countrymen?

"Are you traveling with me? Are you working in a hotel too?"

The hoarse cough of the sick ghost sounded.

"Almost, I was a robber!"

Chapter 9 Guilty Rope: I'm Not a Human, You Are a Real Dog

"It's a coincidence, I'm your companion, and I'm also a robber."

Shen Jian was very familiar with himself.

When the fellow sees the fellow, tears well up.

The sick ghost froze for a moment.

It seems that no human being would dare to make fun of him.

Shouldn't the reaction of a normal person be to save money and eliminate disasters, and hand over the horror coins to make him a fortune?

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

The sick ghost couldn't help but said.

Shen Jian glanced at him: "To be honest, you are a bit weak."

"..."

The sick ghost's expression froze for a moment, and then he became furious.

His face was sallow and discolored, like a patient on a hospital bed, feeling like dying of illness at any time, his walking was a little unsteady, and the frequency of his movements of smoking dry tobacco was getting faster and faster.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

A violent cough sounded from the sick ghost.

That is an attack.

A kind of supernatural attack.

All players shuddered.

In the coughing sound, they heard the heavy sound, which was obviously sounded in the distance, but the sound rang in their minds.

That's why it's so terrifying.

It was a creep attacking.

The local weirdness of the dungeon has mastered a certain law of killing.

Once you can't resist, you will die directly.

Too reckless.

The local monsters are all neutral lineup. As long as the players don't take the initiative to provoke them, these monsters will not attack, but once provoked, the strength of these monsters is even more dangerous than the dungeon itself.

"You fucking spit on me, so you don't need to talk about hygiene?"

With a look of disgust on his face, Shen Jian raised his hand and punched him.

Special slap in the face.

The coughing stopped.

The tobacco rod was also blown away.

The sick ghost covered his face in bewilderment, his left cheek was sunken from the beating.

It's like hitting a dead body.

"you……"

The sick ghost was furious and wanted to cough again.

With a blank face, Shen Jian punched symmetrically.

boom!

"Ouch!"

The sick ghost screamed and covered his face with his hands.

This young man doesn't talk about martial arts.

Just as he was about to curse, he was greeted by Shen Jian's fist again.