Horror Game: How to win the sickly system

"Tong Zhantian!"

"Ok?"

"Give me the necklace around your neck."

In the fog, Fang Wen stretched out.

Tong Zhantian hesitated for a moment, but seeing the strange fog rolling around him, he finally took off the pure white swan pendant necklace around his neck, handed it to him, and just said: "Give it back to me when it's over, or ...for my son."

Fang Wen nodded, put away the necklace,

Then threw him a small piece of multiplied ginseng and said, "Eat this."

The eyebrow knife on the front of the door is placed on the chest of the knife, making a fighting posture.

Tong Zhantian ate the piece of meat without hesitation, and the wound on his chest slowly began to heal.

The jiao fracture knife in his hand became more and more ghostly.

The two were back to back, the red light and the black light were entangled together, blocking off the mist around them, and there was an indestructible posture.

Their eyes were like predators, staring at the black mist that was constantly gathering and rolling around them.

"Come on, my three o'clock direction, ten meters away, you go first."

Fang Wen muttered in his mouth.

The figures of the two quickly rotated and changed, and Tong Zhantian, who was more explosive and aggressive, activated the ghost energy of the jackknife, turned into a black light, and stabbed straight in the direction Fang Wen had shown just now.

Very fast, less than a second.

Sprint to less than one meter from the target.

He saw the figure in the mist clearly.

Wang Zirui looked at Tong Zhantian who was rushing over, his face was a little astonished.

"How did they find me?"

Obviously he didn't know the existence of Fang Wen's system.

Tong Zhantian was also a little amazed at Fang Wen's insight, and he couldn't help sighing secretly: "No wonder he was discovered when he sneaked up on him from behind just now."

"This kid...maybe he can really create miracles."

This idea flashed through his mind, there are still important things to do right now.

Like a dragon coming out of a hole, the coke fracture knife stabbed at Wang Zirui's face with the sharp knife aura wrapped in the black light.

The ghostly air pulled the arm, crackling through the layers of fog.

He knew that if this blow hit, his arm would be directly disabled by this powerful kinetic energy.

But he didn't hesitate, his eyes were full of scarlet fighting spirit and anger.

"Die!"

At the same time, at the next moment when Tong Zhantian rushed out.

A raging ghostly aura suddenly rose from under Fang Wen's feet, eating away at the surrounding mist like a beast.

[Skill: Ghost Twilight]

His figure is like a ghost, disappearing into the ghostly evening.

Wang Zirui felt the turbulent energy coming from the black light, and a trace of fear flashed across his face, accompanied by a surge of morbid excitement.

"It should hurt a lot after taking this blow."

As he thought to himself, the fog-wrapped figure retreated rapidly.

With his speed, even though he was less than one meter away from Tong Zhantian, he could easily avoid the attack of the Jiaogu Knife.

Otherwise, he would not wait until he was approaching before dodging.

"Yes, come closer, let me appreciate it, my container."

Behind the cracked glasses, pupils like a cloud of red mist carefully looked at Tong Zhantian who was close at hand, and the corners of Wang Zirui's mouth rose slightly: "What a perfect container, haha, unfortunately, there is a more perfect one now. But, as a backup Not bad."

As he spoke, his eyes turned to Wen Wen behind him, and a look of astonishment crawled across his face: "Then... what about that kid? In my fog, he disappeared?"

Just thinking about it, Wang Zirui's face changed suddenly,

Because he felt a killing intent coming from behind him!

No, more than one!

He turned his head abruptly, and at the place where his eyes were, there was the ghostly ghost Muli,

A thin young man who looked like a sharp sword, wrapped in several different ghostly auras, sprinted towards him like a ghost.

Tong Zhantian was not affected by Guimu, he clearly saw what happened behind Wang Zirui.

During the sprint, the eyebrow knife in Fang Wen's hand cut through his index finger, and the blood donated all over the blade. Soon, the blood disappeared and penetrated into the blade, leaving no drop.

After absorbing the blood, the already rich red glow turned into substance like a suddenly awakened angry beast.

Where the red light condensed, a beautiful and plump figure appeared, with low-cut suspenders and tight legs wrapped in black silk, with a delicate and charming face.

It is the black silk ghost.

But at this time, the black silk ghost's face was covered with frost, and there was infinite killing intent in his icy eyes.

"Fang Wen...wanted...to tear you apart!"

"Then you go...die!"

The black silk ghost roared, with a strong ghostly aura, clinging to Fang Wen's side, stretched out his long knife-like claws, and grabbed Wang Zirui who was facing away from them in front of him.

"E... e-level weird?"

Feeling the aura no less than his own, Tong Zhantian's eyes were dull.

What he didn't know was that just as the blood in Fang Wen's right hand seeped into the brow knife, his left hand also kept moving.

Consciousness was transmitted into the game backpack, and a strand of smooth red hair appeared on the left hand out of thin air.

At the same time, the fingers moved quickly, constantly changing the seals, and soon the red hair was woven into a heart shape.

The heart shape was enveloped by a vigorous and fiery ghost aura, and when the ghost aura dissipated, a red-haired girl with bright red eyes, a graceful figure, and an alluring face appeared beside Fang Wen on the other side.

Holding a frying pan, the ghostly aura covered it was boiling hot like lava.

"This........."

The sluggishness on Tong Zhantian's face turned into horror before it faded away.

"This ghostly aura... I'm afraid it must be... D-level?"

Also surprised was Wang Zirui who was caught in the middle.

He knew that he couldn't dodge this blow, so he froze and murmured a curse.

The surrounding fog seemed to be summoned, rushing towards his body crazily.

In an instant, the mist condensed into a solid body, turning into two barriers to block his front and rear sides.

"Don't think that you can destroy me like this."

Wang Zirui roared, his tone full of madness.

boom!

There were two loud bangs.

The turbulent ghost energy exploded like exploding fireworks, the surrounding trees and branches withered, and a large group of crows also screamed under the impact of this huge wave, turning into dust.

Within 30 meters around, the fog is gone!

Tong Zhantian felt that the blow was like hitting a boulder, and the counter-shock force instantly made his right arm unconscious.

"Ah!"

He let out a cry of pain, and his body flew ten meters away like a kite with a broken string.

Fang Wen just took a few steps back, and the combined attack of the three of them obviously broke through the defense of the fog.

Because he felt that the moment the eyebrow knife touched the front door, a hole was broken in that defense.

When recoil is about to take effect.

He took out the bone powder that he had already prepared, which was by far the most lethal weapon on his body.

All the brains were poured into that opening.

"This time, it should be enough for you to drink a pot."

Fang Wen rubbed his numb right arm and said in his heart.

Just in the last battle, he accidentally sprinkled a handful of bone powder on the d-level weird pustule ghost summoned by Shi Dan, although the effect was not as obvious as against the white silk ghost.

But it also caused a lot of damage to it, directly eroding a large piece of flesh and blood, and the blood flow continued.

It hurts to look at.