The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"It seems that there is something that only the four of them can see." Han Yi was a little worried. He wanted to protect Qiao Yueyang, but the current situation was that he couldn't see the ghosts that appeared in the eyes of several people, let alone protect them.

"Let's wait and see for a while." At least for now, it is certain that these four people who saw ghosts have not been attacked, and the ghosts are indeed following the rules of the first half of the game.

Selfishly, Qin Jue didn't want to care about the lives of these people. Judging from their previous reactions, it seemed that this copy had some connection with them.

That kind of ghostly look is clearly the expression of someone who has done something wrong.

Four "outsiders" stood at the door of the toilet and observed, while the remaining four people with stiff hands and feet and trembling skin all looked at the last cubicle in the toilet.

In their sight and hearing, in the compartment with the open door, there was a figure that seemed very familiar to them. The figure was standing facing the wall and banging his head against it again and again.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The impact created a dent in the flesh on his forehead, and the tile was stained with blood and minced meat, sliding down little by little due to gravity.

Occasionally, small pieces of frontal bone were scattered by the impact and fell around several people.

"...Brother Qiao...roll..."

“…Save…save me…”

"help me……"

The yellow-haired man's soul was striking uncontrollably, and something invisible was holding the back of his neck, so he couldn't break free.

He turned his gaze with difficulty, and his bloodshot and bulging eyeballs looked at the few people with a longing look.

“…Huangmao, aren’t you…” dead?

Qiao Yueyang couldn't move, but his body had already collapsed. His voice was unusually shrill. He was not mentally prepared at all to see the yellow-haired man who had been declared dead by the hospital. His emotions fluctuated violently.

"Help... help..." The yellow-haired man continued to hit the wall, sobbing for help in great pain.

"This is Yangzi's soul... Brother Qiao, if we die... will we also..." Curly said stutteringly, looking at Qiao Yueyang.

In reality, Huangmao's body had lost its heartbeat and had already been buried by his family.

But in the game, Huangmao's soul is trapped here... and cannot be reborn.

Waves of chills rushed to the back of his head, and Huangmao couldn't help but wonder, if they accidentally died here, would they also...

"Shut up!"

Qiao Yueyang interrupted Curly’s words angrily. As his anger built up, the feeling of being unable to control his body disappeared.

He slumped to the ground, gasping for breath. When he looked up, the yellow-haired man who had been banging his head against the wall disappeared.

The still state of the remaining people was also lifted, and they all fell to the ground.

"What did you see?" Qin Jue walked over and asked with his head down.

"...It has nothing to do with you." Looking at the other party's inquiring eyes, Qiao Yueyang felt conflicted. He turned his head away and did not answer.

"It really has nothing to do with me, but I want to know..."

Qin Jue bent down, stretched out his hand and grabbed Qiao Yueyang's collar, grabbed the man's neck and held him, who was paralyzed by the shock, on the narrow wooden board at the junction of the compartments.

He took the scimitar in his hand and put it against his neck. Qin Jue looked at Han Yi at the side, and seeing that he did not immediately step forward to stop him, he let down his guard and continued to ask:

"It was you who wrote my name on the website, wasn't it?"

"What are you doing?! Are you crazy! I don't even know you, why would I hurt you?" The mental victimization turned into physical oppression. The sharp blade reflected the light and made his whole body cold. Qiao Yueyang cherished his life, and he tried his best to shrink his neck, fearing that he would accidentally hit the blade.

"Say or not?"

The blade approached again and touched Qiao Yueyang's skin. The cold breath penetrated into his skin, causing goose bumps to appear on Qiao Yueyang's back in nervousness.

"Wait...wait a minute, I'll tell you, I only wrote Xu Huang's name. As for yours, who knows who you offended? Don't blame me!"

Facing oppression, Qiao Yueyang couldn't help but think of what Juanmao had just said. He didn't want to die, nor did he want to end up in the same miserable state as Huangmao.

"It was really written by your grandson? I didn't provoke you, did I? Qiao Yueyang, are you sick?"

Cooperating with Qin Jue to suppress the yellow-haired men who had little fighting power, Xu Huang became furious when he heard the words, and blurted out a question. He clenched his fists and wanted to hit them, but then he remembered that this was a game.

If Qiao Yueyang wanted to die, he would be happy to do so, but he and Qin Jue still had to get out alive. Considering these, Xu Huang suppressed his impulse and anger.

"Who told you to meddle in other people's business... Han Yi, what do you do? Do you remember whose bodyguard you are?" Qiao Yueyang was evasive and did not say it clearly. Only then did he suddenly remember that he still had a bodyguard with good skills, so there was really no need to be afraid of these two people.

When his name was called, Han Yi took a half step, looked at Qin Jue calmly and said, "He probably didn't lie, you can let him go."

They are still in the game, and no one can die if they want to complete hide and seek.

Han Yi could see that Qin Jue had no intention of killing Qiao Yueyang now. He was just taking advantage of the fact that they were overly frightened by the ghosts to force them to answer what he wanted to ask.

The goal has been achieved, the game continues, and people will naturally be let go.

Qin Jue moved the dagger away, loosened his grip on Qiao Yueyang, stepped back to the side, and walked out of the men's restroom.

Xu Huang followed closely behind, let go of Curly Hair on the ground, and left.

Qiao Yueyang slid down the wooden board and sat down, holding his neck and angrily accusing Han Yi of being passive and lazy: "Han Yi, my family spent money, you have to do the work if you take the money. He just... almost killed me! How can you just watch and do nothing! "

"stand up."

Han Yi took a few steps forward, grabbed Qiao Yueyang's arm and pulled him up, and said, "He won't kill you, he's just trying to scare you. You can't even see that. Master Qiao is really not suitable to live in a game."