Horror Game: How to win the sickly system

When Fang Wen joined the battlefield, the short-haired ghost was already in a weak state.

Holding the eyebrow knife in his hand, he stabbed straight at the short-haired ghost lying limp on the ground.

The short-haired ghost's eyes were sharp, and he yelled, bursts of black air permeated from his body as if some kind of power had erupted. The black air condensed on his hair and turned into needles like a fan, shooting towards Fang Wen. come.

Seeing this, Fang Wen's face changed drastically. This seemingly weak short-haired ghost still has this trick?

The tip of the needle turned into dots of stars, and the sound of piercing through the air entered Fang Wen's ears.

This speed is too fast, you can't hide it, you can only pick it up!

Fang Wen stretched his arms forward in a defensive posture, watched the hair pins shoot out, and closed his eyes in despair.

Seeing this, Hei Sigui also wanted to get up and save Xia Wen, but after the fierce battle just now, she was already too weak.

The white deer standing outside the house can't even count on it.

The hairpin approached Fang Wen quickly with a whoosh, but the tingling sensation he imagined did not come.

Fang Wen slowly opened his eyes, and saw bursts of red light emanating from the eyebrow knife in his hand. It seemed to come alive when it touched the needles, and the red light greedily devoured the hair needles like a black hole.

The short-haired ghost was constantly terrified, and exhausted all its strength to call back the curled strands of hair.

"No wonder this is called an F-level dungeon. Novice players will be basically invincible as long as they find a weapon that can restrain female ghosts." Fang Wen thought to himself.

If he guessed right, the blood hate hairpin he got from the toilet ghost could easily kill the black silk ghost.

"If you think about it that way, there must be some underlying connection between them."

"Could it be? The toilet ghost was killed by the black silk ghost?"

From the conversation between the short-haired ghost and the black silk ghost just now, if it weren't for the binding of the sick and delicate system, the black silk ghost should be the cruelest and most insidious of the four ghosts before this.

To conquer this type of petite, you just need to be more brutal than her.

Fang Wen thought to himself, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Looking at the short-haired ghost who kept howling in front of him, Fang Wen walked forward slowly.

"If I die, the head chef will definitely kill you!" The short-haired ghost stared at Fang Wen and threatened, but he obviously felt a little lack of energy, and he didn't see the calm demeanor just now.

"Oh, how can he be sure that I killed you?"

The short-haired ghost swallowed, and looked at the black silk ghost who had just stood up.

The latter slammed the door shut.

Suddenly, the short-haired ghost showed despair.Climbing up to Fang Wen, pulling at the corner of his clothes, he said pitifully:

"Please, Fang Wen, let me go. I will tell you many secrets that you don't know"

On the side, the black silk ghost reminded: "Don't believe what she said."

"Kill her quickly."

Hearing this, Fang Wen knelt down unhurriedly, staring into the fearful eyes of the short-haired ghost.

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The eyebrow knife pierced through the short-haired ghost's left hand, nailing the short-haired ghost's left hand to the floor.

Ear-piercing screams of pain came out, bursts of black smoke came out of the wound, like a red-hot iron falling into icy water, there were bursts of sizzle, and Fang Wen felt goosebumps all over his body watching it .

"Sure enough, one thing falls one thing." Fang Wen sighed secretly.

Regardless of the wailing of the short-haired ghost.Fang Wen grabbed her hair.

"What secret?"

The short-haired ghost whose hair was being grabbed stared at Fang Wen viciously, and said angrily, "You..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fang Wen kicked the eyebrow knife stuck on the floor, the slender eyebrow knife shook like a rattle, the short-haired ghost almost passed out from the pain.

She begged hurriedly, her voice trembling: "I said..."

"You still want to threaten me?"

Fang Wen spat out these words viciously, then pulled out his eyebrow knife, and stabbed it into the short-haired ghost's left eye frame.

His black blood flowed from her eye sockets, stained the brow knife, and was quickly absorbed.

[Ding, it is detected that the mood of the coquettish unit is violently fluctuating, the coquettish point +10]

Hearing the notification tone, Fang Wen was overjoyed.

Then he pulled out the eyebrow knife and slashed at each part of the body of each short-haired ghost.

Painful but not fatal.

【Ding,. . . . . .Delicate point +10]

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【Your coquettish unit thinks you are cruel, but she expresses that she likes to be excited. 】

Finally, there were no more reminders, and Fang Wen deeply felt that he would not get sick from her anymore.

He took out the eyebrow knife, pointed it at the head, and gave the short-haired ghost a fatal blow. .

Fang Wen had no intention of listening to her begging for mercy. As a hostile camp, he heard the black silk ghost say that this short-haired ghost is so insidious and cunning, and he is a pervert who likes to play with people's hearts. What she said will only mislead himself.

Moreover, who knows when the two female ghosts will come back, I must quickly get the weapons from her to deal with the other two female ghosts.

At this time, the short-haired ghost was lying on the ground, his expression was devastated, the floor was covered with layers of blood, and there was a stench.