We Are Gamers

He stood up abruptly, raised his hand and pointed: "Smash the TV for me!"

The God of War's true form emerged, a golden light wheel emerged, and he punched with both fists like a machine gun.

Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola -!

With the first punch, the TV was broken, and with the second punch, the TV was broken from it... At the end of the punch, the entire TV screen was shattered into countless pieces.

Even the bloody hand protruding from the screen fell to the ground and melted into a pool of blood.

Bai Ge was thinking about where else she would come from.

The pool of blood suddenly spread and turned into a pool. A cold female ghost emerged in the center of the pool, with hanging limbs and long hair covering her delicate face. She wanted to stand up hard, but the broken spine made her above his chest, dangling and drooping.

The dead bring with them the coldness of the dead world, cold enough to freeze the soul.

Bai Ge gritted her teeth: "Oula her!"

Fighting God Truth swung his right fist and combined violent strikes together. The chaotic shadow of the fists could turn the steamroller into meatloaf.

But at this time, it was completely empty, and all fell into the empty space, and a violent output was directed at the air. Only the strong wind rolled up her long hair, exposing the seven orifices that ooze blood when she died.

...and actually missed!

Bai Ge was also startled, and tried to pop out a ray of soul blood, but the fire burned out of thin air, but it still fell into the empty space, completely ineffective.

In this way, wouldn't the weapons and expertise in his hand be useless?

Reminiscent of the reminder of the thinness of yin and yang before, only special props and methods can fight against ghosts.

"What a ghost." Bai Ge put his hand on his forehead: "Happy as the wind's specialization has been sealed, I can't escape now, and other weapons, specializations, and skills can't be used at all. This is really..."

He looked at the fierce ghost who was close at hand, with those cold hands reaching out to him.

The pigeon, which was as stable as an old dog, finally shed a drop of cold sweat.

"It's kind of scary..."

Chapter 410 Eight Blood Swans

Bai Ge is more or less someone who has seen urban legends, and thought that even Li Gui was similar to that.

In fact, he took it for granted.

In urban legends, most curses are physical, but Li Gui is a spiritual body with a backlog of resentment.

It was such an exciting scene to meet a female ghost for the first time, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a little.

Not because of shyness, of course, but because of fear.

"First intimate contact."

Bai Ge laughed dryly: "Girl, can you be gentle?"

Miss Li Gui stared at her, and slowly raised her pale, blood-stained hands to rest on Bai Ge's shoulders.

As if being imprisoned by two ice cubes, it was frozen and stiff, and 80.00% of the sensation in both hands was directly lost.

She approached slowly, and at the same time moved her hands upwards, moving slowly, her fingers almost touching Baige's neck.

Bai Ge noticed that her body was almost transparent, and she couldn't touch her at all.

How can this be done?

Finally, with his hands on Baige's neck, he shivered abruptly.

Bai Ge, who had never felt weak and weak, seemed to be suffering from a serious illness, and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

... Could it really be absorbing Yang Qi?

...There is no means of resistance at all, is this considered a start kill?

Such an idea appeared in his head, and his thinking changed a little slowly.

Feeling the continuous tightening of the fingers on the neck, Bai Ge couldn't find a suitable solution.

Just at this moment, a pleasant bell rang.

——The sweetness you have tasted is the fruit of loneliness. It is me who was cut from my heart alive. A piece of meat is like a gift. I never think about it. You are sharp, and I will be a writer~

A pleasant ringtone came from the mobile phone with a pink case, and a charming female voice sang a treacherous ballad.

A caller ID popped up on the phone screen.

The moment the bell rang, Bai Ge could clearly feel that the power confining his neck had weakened, and even the chill seemed to dissipate.

The blood swan ghost paused subconsciously, as if time had been stopped by a time robber.

Bai Ge seized this momentary opportunity to leave directly. Without a word, he picked up Yin Yang Bo and his mobile phone, turned around beautifully, rushed to the balcony, and jumped down from the fifth floor of the apartment.

The height of more than ten meters on the fifth floor is enough to break a leg, but the stand-in messenger has no fear.

The God of War landed one step ahead of time, and his hard body stepped out of a half-meter crack to offset the kinetic energy of the fall, allowing Bai Ge to land smoothly.

He took a deep breath, but he didn't feel lucky to have escaped from death.

This is a plot deliberately arranged by the system, deliberately letting Baige see the fear of the ghost, and then giving him a chance to escape.

After all, no matter how difficult the game is, it is impossible to let you fight monsters without giving you a weapon, and you will be given a life if you meet. How can you play like this, and it is not the Super Mario and Soul series.

He glanced at his phone, and the props that he thought were meaningless actually saved his life.

But the caller ID has disappeared, and after a few words of lyrics, it has been hung up.

He glanced at the missed call and signed it - Gardenia

The headshot recorded is a girl who raised her hand to cover half of her face.

He didn't have time to look any further, so he looked back to the fifth floor, where the bloody figure on the balcony was approaching.

He hastily opened the distance, raised his pen and unloaded a line of text on the fourth page of Yin Yang Book.

—So what the hell is that?

[Blood-colored swan: her stunning dance is forged with blood and sweat, and her gentle smile is to cover up slander]

[One minute on stage, ten years off stage]

[She was born in a family of dancing artists, her mother placed high hopes on her, she has first-class talent, received first-class education, put in first-class efforts, and successfully proved herself on stage]

[For dancing, she has given everything, youth, friends, entertainment... She has the honor that others dream of, but she has never had what others have. She is as proud as a white swan in the crowd, but no one knows. , In fact, she is so envious of those ugly ducklings]

[The center of the stage is thriving, and the dancing posture is the best in the audience]

[The dancers who perform are jealous of her, even in the same dance studio, she seems to be a transparent person]

【The more so, the more lonely she is】

[Until later, someone walked into her world and became her spiritual support]

【She cherishes this first love so much that she doesn't want to let go of it even after death】

[This emotion has not cooled down, but has become more and more crazy with the obsession with death]

[There is no doubt that she will not hesitate to kill you in order not to separate from you]

【However, life and death are two worlds that can never intersect】

【If you want to survive, you must calm down her obsession and find out the cause of her death】

[Please go to the dance practice room on the third floor of the Art Student Specialty Activity Center to find the answer]

[Remarks: Life is precious, young people, don't always think about the friendship between life and death]

"I lose if I complain at this time."

Bai Ge glanced at Yin and Yang, and the fourth page was already filled with densely packed words.

There was no room for him to ask questions, so he simply put away his pen, turned on his phone, found the navigation, and went to his destination.

There really isn't any particularly difficult reasoning element to this.

In supernatural games, most of them are looking for key items and fragmented information, and finally use these information to deduce the truth of the whole incident. Only after knowing the truth can we understand what happened and survive.

There is a high probability that the blood swan is following him. This kind of ghost has its own CD-free flash teleportation skills, which cannot be deduced by common sense.

Follow the navigation to the university.

This university is located in Qianzhou. It is a school with strong comprehensive strength. The art department and other ace majors are blooming.

It is late at night and early in the morning, and there are not many people on the road.

The gate of the activity center was also locked, but Baige couldn't be stopped. He jumped onto the window on the second floor and entered the interior of the activity center.

Climbing up the stairs to the third floor, the door of the spacious dance practice room was locked tightly.

There were no police seals or any warnings against entry or exit.

It's as if nothing happened here.

"According to the initial introduction, the deceased has been dead for more than a month."

Bai Ge stood in front of the dance studio and thought: "If the police haven't solved the case for so long, there is really no need to block it here."

He gripped the doorknob and twisted the lock with all his fingers.

Push the door and enter, with night watchman specialization, you can see everything in the dark without lights.

This place... is exactly the same as the background shown on the TV screen before.

This dance room is very professional. The wooden floor is glued for students to practice dancing. In order to prevent the loud noise from affecting other activity classrooms downstairs, sound-absorbing cotton is pasted on the walls, sound-proof panels are installed, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors are placed in front of The handrails also separate a changing room.

It's just different from the clean and tidy at the beginning. The ground here is covered with a layer of dust, and the air is sprinkled with fresh air to deodorize. Because the doors and windows have been locked for a long time, the air does not flow, and the room has a strange musty smell.

"It's been a month since school started, but no one comes here to clean it, no one comes here."

Bai Ge walked into the dance practice room through the dust, covering his mouth and nose.

"Even if the police came to investigate the situation, I dare not abandon it so simply. Is it because I am afraid that the dead will be haunted, or there are other dance studios as a substitute. I don't need it at all, or I have ghosts in my heart, so I don't want to stay here. go down."

He walked around a few times and found something on a wall.

It is covered with all kinds of honorary certificates, basically group honors, but there are tear marks on the honor list, and the names on it are mostly blurred. There is an unnatural blank in the center of the wall. Among the group photos of the dancers, only one group photo was missing. There was a hole in it, but there was no hanging photo left. I don’t know where it was hidden.

Bai Ge looked at these with great interest.

From the records of yin and yang thinness before, he could roughly see what was going on, but now combined with the current situation, he can almost conclude without going through the procedure that this is a collective exclusion of individuals.