Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

"This is my sister." Su Ya's cool voice sounded.

This immediately piqued Rose's interest: "Really?"

She squatted in front of Xiaoqing and reached out to pinch the child's face: "Is this really your sister? Why do I feel like you two don't look that much alike?"

"It's up to you."

"Sister~" Xiaoqing spoke at this time, took a step forward with her short legs and walked towards Suya.

Qiangwei spoke from behind: "Xiaoqing, I am a person who has nothing to do with you and I call you sister. The one who gave birth to you is your mother."

"My dear, whose belly did you crawl out of?"

Xiaoqing stopped and a brief look of confusion appeared on her purple cheek, as if she was thinking seriously.

Suya felt something was wrong and called out in a stern voice: "Come back quickly."

However, she was still a step too late. Xiaoqing blinked her eyes, and almost at the same time as Suya spoke, she also shouted: "Mom—Mom——"

The voice was soft and a little harsh, but it was loud enough for everyone present - and the audience in front of the screen - to hear it clearly.

Xiaoqing ran over happily and opened her arms for a hug, but what she was greeted with was Suya's expression so gloomy that it looked like water could drip out of it.

Xiaoqing stopped and couldn't help but take a step back, observing Suya's expression, not daring to move forward.

Even if a two-year-old child is made into a Kumantong, his or her mental ability will not improve much.

She didn't understand why her mother was angry. Was it just because she called her mother?

Studio,

Although it had been speculated, the audience who saw this were still surprised by the sudden appearance of "mother".

"What? It's actually Suya's child, not her sister."

"Didn't she claim to be pure, kind and innocent, and that she had never been in a relationship before? We were all deceived."

"Actually, think about it, the child is quite pitiful. She is so young, and when her mother is around, she can only call her sister."

"A sin."

"Su Ya has really lost more than she gained."

"You said you were fine, why bother with Qiangwei? Women hold grudges the most."

"That's right. Now, not only are half of the props lost, but even the child's identity has been exposed."

……

In the world of ghost stories, Suya's face looked extremely ugly.

"Xiaoqing, what nonsense are you talking about? Call me sister."

She grabbed Xiaoqing's ears, twisted them from top to bottom, and spun them 360 degrees: "If you dare to call me mom again, I will never talk to you again."

"Do you know?"

Qiangwei sneered: "Come to my sister, she doesn't want you, but my sister wants you."

Xiaoqing held Suya tightly and said in a flattering tone, "Don't be angry, okay?"

Su Ya still didn't give her a good look. She snorted coldly and looked at Qiang Wei: "Now we are even. If you make trouble again, I don't mind exposing the candle matter. At worst, we can die together."

Barrage: "Good boy, she finally stopped pretending."

"Actually, from this perspective, her acting skills are much better than when she was acting in TV dramas."

"I really don't know whether you are praising her or criticizing her when you say this."

"I'm being weird, understand?"

……

After Suya got the key item, other countries used their only chance to communicate with their chosen ones.

Ivan, Vina, these veteran chosen ones, successfully "spent money" to get the props.

The Chosen Ones with less experience would gather together in groups of two or three, pool their money together to obtain the items, and then divide the money equally in the end.

Night fell again, and after a long "screening" process, a few unlucky guys were dragged out, and soon there were sounds of ghosts howling outside.

After staying here for so many days, they roughly know what those who are pulled out will experience.

The more I know, the more afraid I am...

Until midnight, things outside the door gradually became quiet.

And in the dormitory, a new round of "activity" began.

Ivan stood up and opened the dormitory door.

[Rule 5: If someone touches you and tries to kill you, fight back immediately and shout "Help! Murder!" three times. The louder the sound, the greater the deterrent effect on the murderer.

If that doesn't work, run towards the administrator's office and report the incident to the night duty officer inside. 】

Ivan didn't go out for the past few days because he was not well prepared. Before him, all those who left the prison at night never came back.

Now that he has the props, Ivan wants to give it a try.

He opened the door without hesitation, and what greeted him was endless darkness.

Only the green emergency indicator light at the bottom remained, barely emitting a faint light.

As he took a step out, the dormitory door suddenly slammed shut behind him with a bang, which scared Ivan.

He turned his head and looked back, and the dormitory was gone.

Now, we can only move forward.

In this situation where he could hardly see anything, Ivan found that his sense of direction had become extremely poor.

He walked over to the emergency lights and tried to walk in a straight line along the wall.

He had been to this place many times during the day. The administrator's office should be just around the corner at the end.

Ivan walked for a while, and gradually, he discovered something.

My feet seemed to have walked to the left of the emergency indicator light.

What's going on? The emergency indicator light is on the left wall. He walked along the corner, so it should have been on the right...

"Haha."

"Hahaha~"

In the darkness, someone suddenly laughed, and the sound echoed in the corridor. A black tentacle wrapped around Ivan's arm.

"what?"

At the first moment, Ivan raised the stone knife in his hand and slashed down.

The tentacle broke, splashing out a burst of black juice, burning several circular scars on Ivan's arm.

This was just the beginning. Ivan lowered his head slightly, and dense black tentacles attacked from all directions. With the green fluorescence, they looked quite strange and terrifying.

In an instant they surrounded him.

There are so many of them, even if he could use strange props, he would never be able to defeat them.

Ivan reached for the three candles in his arms, hesitated for a moment, took out the flame he had prepared long ago, and lit the black one.

With a "bang", the candle lit up, accompanied by an unpleasant smell. Ivan hid under the range of the black fireworks.

The tentacles around it paused, and they seemed a little confused as to why the creature in front of them suddenly became different.

It kept circling around Ivan, and after a few breaths, it retreated like the tide.

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, he guessed right.

A few words on the wall: "Take you to find the light."

Under normal circumstances, the light must be emitted by the white candle.

But this is the death prison, and nothing can be speculated according to common sense.

The word "light" does not just mean light, but should refer to the prison exit and represent a bright future.

Isn’t the beauty of the death prison represented by the color black?

He raised the candle in his hand, and the situation ahead came into view.

It was completely different from what I saw before going to bed.

I don't know when, the surrounding area turned into a barren wilderness, covered with weeds and gravel.

Dark doors stood at the edge of the field, with numbers hanging on the doors from "100" to "1".

"Are these the entrances to the other cells?"