Thriller game? She is just a weak woman

Zhao Fengliang's eyes were a little more disdainful.

IQ, EQ, strength, and appearance have to account for one, right?

Except for his unknown strength, it seems that this person is not good at other three items at present.

Let's take a look at her strength. If her skills are good, it's not impossible to stay as a subordinate.

If he's just a fool who can't even understand the atmosphere, he'll be left alone to explore the road.

"Okay, I see you and Ai Zong are so kind, why don't you two take the lead?" Zhao Fengliang smiled without sincerity, even a little more threatening.

The other players all speculated that Yan He was going to be in bad luck. Even Ai Zong himself felt that he shouldn't have called for help just now, and that he had hurt others in vain.

"No problem, don't worry, boss. I'm very strong and I will definitely impress you!" Yan He smiled happily, as if he had received some important task.

The door of the room blends into the white wall. The one-meter-wide door opens from the middle, and behind the door is a long corridor.

There were no lights on the corridor, but it was surprisingly bright.

As soon as Yan He stepped into the corridor, crisp music filled the corridor.

Ding dong dong… dong dong dong…

The rhythm is gentle, like the sound of a music box.

The music is quiet and peaceful, like a group of lively and light elves, baptizing the soul and soothing people's inner fears and tensions.

Ai Zong had no legs and could not walk. Zhao Fengliang's subordinate Qiao Chenghong grabbed his arm and dragged him forward.

The ground was bloody wherever he passed.

Five doors appear on the left and right of the corridor. The closest door is the door on the left wall, and then alternate left and right, with three doors on the left and two on the right.

Yan He took the lead in opening the first door.

As soon as the door opened, a red-green bird rushed towards Yan He.

The speed was fast, but Yan He was faster.

Yan He turned her head to avoid it, and the red-green bird hit Qiao Chenghong who was following her in the face.

Ai Zong was a little shorter because he had no legs, so he escaped the disaster.

"What the hell?" The red and green bird stuck to Qiao Chenghong's face.

At this time, Yan He, who was standing in the room, saw clearly that this was the cuckoo clock hanging on the wall.

It's just that this cuckoo pops up a little far, spanning the entire room.

The red spring wire connects the cuckoo.

Yan He was indifferent. When she saw Qiao Chenghong reaching out to pat the cuckoo, she grabbed him before he had time to take back his hand and shouted to him urgently: "Don't be afraid -"

Snapped--

Qiao Chenghong slapped the cuckoo away.

The spring wire broke, the cuckoo fell against the door, and Ding Dong fell to the ground, breaking in two.

【3. Destroying normal things will cause terrible things to happen! 】

The broken spring wire did not fall to the ground, but jumped up, wrapped around Qiao Chenghong, and quickly put it back.

The cuckoo clock was only the size of a football. Qiao Chenghong's head was stuffed inside, but his body was stuck outside.

"No, I can, fight." After Yan He said this weakly, he innocently asked Zhao Fengliang, who was far away from the door, "Boss, does your brother bring any life-saving tools? Do you want me to stuff one for him?" , maybe there’s still hope.”

"Hmm -" Qiao Chenghong's voice came from the cuckoo clock, seeming to prove that he was not dead yet.

Zhao Fengliang glanced at Yan He lightly: "Whatever you want."

They will carry a life-saving tool at all times just to prevent this situation.

"Okay!" Yan He held an ordinary-level life-saving item in his hand and ran with an exaggerated pace, but the speed was only a little faster than walking.

The next second, the spring wires contracted violently, severing Qiao Chenghong's body. Before the pieces of meat could fall off, they were all rolled up into the cuckoo clock by the spring wires.

"No -" Yan He shouted heartbreakingly, but her back was to the door, and no one in the game could see her bright smile.

Ai Zong, who was leaning against the door, looked happy.

Although he was tortured for so long and dragged on the ground for so long, it was worth it to see Qiao Chenghong's miserable state!

The live broadcast room was also confused.

[Luan Nanfeng]: No, sister, you smile so happily, why do you sound so sad?

[Pu Ruoyun]: Is there a possibility that this eldest sister did it on purpose?

[Gu Cai]: If she wanted to be an undercover agent and sneak in, why would she start a live broadcast? This would expose herself!

[Chang Taiping]: That’s right. Hosts should pay attention to their image. You will be exposed in the live broadcast room! Oops, this anchor is too careless!

The life-saving props took effect, and Qiao Chenghong, in his complete form, fell down in front of the cuckoo clock, gasping for air with lingering fear.

"Cuckoo cuckoo——"

The intact cuckoo popped out again, and Qiao Chenghong trembled in excitement.

This time the cuckoo did not fly thousands of miles away, but bent into an arc, less than five centimeters from the tip of Qiao Chenghong's nose.

The cuckoo was swaying around, seeming to be mocking Qiao Chenghong.

Didn’t you just want to kill me?

Come on, come on, come on~

"Why did you hide just now?" Qiao Chenghong roared at Yan He angrily.

Due to the rules of the game, he could not do anything to the cuckoo clock, so he could only transfer his anger to Yan He who was exploring the way.

Yan He was obviously the one who took the lead, so why was he the one injured?

"If something hits me in the face, I have to hide. Why don't you hide?" Yan He straightened his back, confident, suddenly rolled his eyes, covered his mouth with his palm and laughed, "You can't be Can’t you avoid it? It’s really useless.”

That look was extremely mocking.

Qiao Chenghong was so angry that he couldn't speak, and Zhao Fengliang was a little unhappy.

It depends on the owner when it comes to beating a dog.

How could he let others talk about his subordinates?

Just as Zhao Fengliang was about to speak to regain his position, Yan He suddenly shouted: "Boss, you are still too kind!"

Zhao Fengliang looked shocked, as if he had heard a big joke: "Who do you think is kind?"

"You!" Yan He looked at Zhao Fengliang with eyes full of admiration and intolerance, "Boss, you are kind-hearted, that's why you accept useless people like him as your subordinates to protect them through the game."

"But boss, have you ever thought that people like them will only drag you down!" Yan He said from the bottom of his heart, wiping the tears from his eyes, "Boss, only people of my level can barely be like you. You have to raise your own standards sometimes!”

"With the boss's strength and charm, the masters should come to you one after another!"

Zhao Fengliang twitched the corner of his mouth.

Is this talking about him?

Why didn't he know that he was so selfless and kind-hearted?

For a moment, Zhao Fengliang couldn't tell whether Yan He was telling the truth or ridiculing him.

The noses of Zhao Fengliang's three subordinates were all crooked with anger.

The third subordinate, Ying Le, held a knife and slashed at Yan He: "Why the hell are you trying to say one more thing to me?"

Yan He dodged Ying Le's attack and trotted up to Zhao Fengliang. His tea was full of tea: "Boss, look, your subordinates will take action without your permission. Unlike me, I won't take action even if the boss doesn't say anything."

Ying Le was dumbfounded.

How can there be such strong words?

In this game, a second's delay can lead to death. If everything had to be told by the boss before taking action, they would have died countless times!

And the onlookers...

There were no onlookers. Except for the four Flying Eagles, Yan He and Ai Zong, who had difficulty moving, the other players had already sneaked into the other four rooms while they had conflicts.

Maybe they had accumulated points and if Zhao Fengliang happened to kill someone, they could leave with the highest points.