Horror Game: How to win the sickly system

[Ding: The exchange is complete,

control point-100, current: 400

However, due to changes in the copy, the status of the props will be updated.

F-level forbidden object: Blessing Dao Talisman has been automatically converted to e-level forbidden object: the power of the celestial master

The power of a celestial master: E-level forbidden items can be pasted on the door of a room to protect the world, resisting the strangeness below the d-level for 3 hours, and will automatically emit the power of the celestial master contained in the e-level to fight back against the strangeness below the e-level. 】

"Affected by copy changes?"

Fang Wen was full of doubts.

"Could it be because..."

Fang Wen thought of the reminder given by the system when the chef devoured Horch just now.

[Thriller game reminder: due to non-external factors, the difficulty of the dungeon has been adjusted urgently,

Instance——the supply factory of the bloodhead chef.

Grade: Adjusted from F grade to D grade.

Dungeon rewards increase, in-game gain effects doubled, player attributes permanently increased by 3 points]

"Could it be that the system props are the buffs in the game?"

"Answer me quickly, System."

【Ding: Well...why doesn't it count? 】

After listening to the system's answer, Fang Wen was speechless for a while, and at the same time, an inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged spontaneously.

"Wait a minute... I always feel like I've heard this, this, this sentence, this tone of voice."

[Ding: Please ask the host to find out by himself. 】

"........"

No longer arguing with the system, Fang Wen scrutinized a yellow pennant-like 'Tao Talisman' in his hand, frowning.

"It's too national style, and it also has this eye-catching plastic feel."

Just when Fang Wen wondered whether this thing could resist the beast outside the door, the black silk ghost had already brought the white deer and the toilet ghost over quickly.

"Fang...Fang Wen, are you alright?"

Bailu looked at Fang Wen, who looked pale and weak, and said with concern.

Fang Wen nodded, and then made a silent gesture to her.

Although the two sickly girls beside them have been stabilized for the time being, it's better not to interact with Bai Lu in front of them.

"Quick, let's go in first."

Seeing that the cheongsam ghost downstairs gradually lost his life, Fang Wen quickly waved his hand to signal everyone to enter the room.

After everyone was inside, he took out the 'Heavenly Master's Prestige' that he had been carrying in his arms, and quietly pasted it on the door, then closed it and locked it.

The reason for keeping Mimi quiet is purely for fear of embarrassment.

If these people inside know what the thing that has protected them for a few hours looks like this, the majestic image that I have finally erected will definitely be affected.

"Fang Wen, your injury."

Bailu asked with some concern.

"I'm fine, sister, don't worry."

Fang Wen deliberately emphasized the word 'sister'.

The pieces of meat eaten should also be affected by the game buffs. Fang Wen felt a stronger warm current flowing through his body than before, quickly repairing Fang Wen's damaged body.

"By the way, do you still have this piece of meat?"

Fang Wen asked, looking at the red-haired girl who was standing beside her rubbing her hands and secretly feeling sad.

"No...no."

The red-haired girl didn't dare to look Fang Wen's eyes directly, her mouth faltered.

"If I remember well, you gave it to me, right?"

"Yes... and no, this is 'multiplied ginseng', and only the head chef knows how to make it."

The red-haired girl explained softly.

"So, this is what the chef gave me?"

Fang Wen said.

"Well, this... this is your reward."

The redhead replied.

After listening to the red-haired girl's explanation, Fang Wen suddenly realized.

"No wonder Huo Xi, Yang Zhixin and the others suffered such serious injuries during the battle and never ate this. It turns out they didn't."

"It's no wonder that these three apprentices are always conspiring to rebel. It's fine if you don't teach them such a craft. They have to participate in the battle and don't give them a few dollars."

"If it weren't for the restrictions imposed by the rules, he probably wouldn't give these pieces of multiplied ginseng."

"Picking, picking, and searching will not end well."

Fang Wen couldn't help complaining in his heart.

At this time, there was a loud noise outside the door.

The black silk ghost and the red-haired girl quickly stood up and stood in front of Fang Wen, the weapons in their hands shining brightly.

"Don't be nervous, he won't be able to come in for the time being."

A golden light flashed, and the loud noise suddenly disappeared.

Outside the door, the head chef was struck by the power of the celestial master, leaving only a few burning scars on his arms.

"Kill you! Betrayers, come and die!"

A rough voice came in through the crack of the door, and the expressions of everyone in the room changed.

Bai Lu's eyes were full of fear, and he looked towards Fang Wen with a look of hope on his face.

"Fang Wen, what should we do." Her voice was a little anxious, with a hint of crying.

"Don't worry, I have my own method, give me some time."

Fang Wen comforted, and at the same time opened the system panel to check the status of Tianshi Zhiwei.

[The Might of the Celestial Master: Complete Damage: 95%]

"It seems that it can only last for an hour at most."

"This guy, what level is it? It is enough to resist the strange props of E level for three hours, and he can be washed away by him in one hour? Or is it in an injured state."

Fang Wen frowned, then took out the left over-proliferated ginseng less than the size of a palm from the system backpack, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Four or ten minutes later, Fang Wen's body had fully recovered.

Under the fierce attack of the head chef, the door has become flabby, and it is tightly held by the golden light at the door, giving people a feeling that it may be broken at any time.

[The power of the celestial master: 10% damage rate]

"I can't hold on anymore."

Fang Wen looked serious.

"You guys, go upstairs first."

Fang Wen said loudly to them.

"No, I can't let you stay here alone." The red-haired girl said firmly.

"I want to fight with you, even if we die, we will die together." The black silk ghost stared at the red-haired girl coldly, unwilling to admit defeat.

The toilet ghost on the side also wanted to say something, but seeing the momentum of the two, he sighed helplessly.

"Then you guys, stand behind first. Bai...sister, you go up first."

"Then...then you, you must be careful." After Bailu finished speaking, he walked towards the stairs.

The toilet ghost also walked up, his face full of worry and loneliness.

[The power of the celestial master: 7%]

The closed door suddenly cracked a hole, through which the grim and terrifying appearance of the chef outside the door could be seen.

Fang Wen bit his lips, trying to regain his composure.

He pulled out the front eyebrow knife and cut towards his wrist, and the blood in his veins gushed out like a waterfall.

"Fang Wen!"

The two girls exclaimed worriedly, and approached Fang Wen at the same time.

"do not come!"

Fang Wen roared, and at the same time changed his footsteps, moving back and forth on the floor of the room.

The blood spilled on the floor, gradually converging into the magic circle pattern of "Evil Spirit Talisman Paper".

A pair of dinner forks stood out in the middle of the formation.