Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

[New game rules: Players represent their own cultural circle! 】

[Ten days, find time, stop time! 】

[The countdown begins, the tenth day! 】

When the game announced the new rules, Ji Mucha was secretly looking at the surrounding environment.

This time, he relaxed slightly.

Because in front of him is an obviously oriental building, a large house with black tiles and white walls.

Standing at the gate of the house with him was a group of unfamiliar players.

Ji Muxia silently counted, this time there were 18 people.

The rules of the game this time represent the cultural circle, and the environment of the players is obviously an oriental cultural background. Most of the players are black-haired orientals, and the only one who is white and black seems out of place.

Oh no, the most incompatible ones are pregnant women with obvious bellies.

Ji Muxia looked at the pregnant woman, the corner of her mouth twitched.

Isn't this Qinjiao...

The last round was a glamorous secretary, but this round has become a virtuous wife?

She wears plain home clothes, thick black-rimmed glasses, and her hair has been turned into normal straight hair.

If Ji Mucha hadn't blinked at him deliberately after seeing him, Ji Mucha would have almost not recognized him.

Apart from the players, the environment this time is terrifyingly silent.

A group of people waited for a long time at the gate of the house, but they didn't wait for any NPC to greet them.

Ji Muxia looked at the closed door, and patiently studied the surrounding environment carefully.

The gate is vermilion, and the vermilion lacquer has peeled off to reveal the wooden body underneath.

A white seal was crossed on the door, and the red seal and writing on the seal had been wet with water, blurred and blurred.

There are dilapidated white lanterns hanging on the left and right of the door frame, with a black character "Dian" written on the lantern, and white silk is hung on the door frame.

Just because of the time, all have faded, pale and bleak.

After looking up for a while, Ji Mucha stepped forward and pushed the door open.

Sure enough, nothing happened.

When you see the fragile paper seal intact, you know the door won't open.

Ji Muxia sighed softly, and could only step back and continue to study.

In front of the door, there are door pawns facing left and right, and the drum stones of the door pawns are covered with dirt like red paint.

There is a black plaque on the door, and under the plaque are square household pairs, a total of four.

Then he bowed his head and counted the steps in front of the door, three steps.

Ji Muxia probably knew the identity of the owner of this house in his heart.

"We can't just wait here."

The night wind blew past, and after Ji Muxia sneezed, he finally couldn't help it.

"Do you have any ideas? Is there anyone who is good at breaking through walls?"

"I'm a gentleman, and a gentleman doesn't do such rude things." The silver-haired white man smiled politely.

Ji Mucha glanced at Xie Bingyan, his eyes clearly said:

Lo and behold, your kind has arrived.

Xie Bingyan smiled and pushed his glasses with his middle finger: "I am a gentleman, and a gentleman does not enter a home where no one lives."

Qin Jiao looked at the white man on the left, and Xie Bingyan on the right, and helped his stomach.

"I'm a lady, how can a lady do such a thing..."

Ji Mucha: ...

The other players looked at the three of them as if they were looking at the mental illness of the three actors.

There is Ji Muxia, who is a mentalist who puts his emphasis on observation, and there is an actionist who just walks away.

Including Xie Bingyan, they are activists.

After the play, Xie Bingyan walked around the back of the courtyard and came back after turning around.

"It's strange. There are trees around, but the trees are all wet, and they are still sticky when touched. It's a bit disgusting. I don't want to climb."

He showed it to Ji Muxia, and Ji Muxia saw that he was wearing medical gloves, and the gloves were covered with bright red viscous liquid, which looked very similar...

blood.

Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan exchanged a look.

Then Xie Bingyan took off the gloves, took out the lighter that he carried with him, and wiped the gloves cleanly.

Other players who climbed the tree also came back one after another.

The black young man with slender limbs crawled all over his body, looking as if he was injured.The body is still mixed with soil and leaves, as if fighting a fierce battle with someone.

"I climbed to the top of the tree, and I could see the yard. There was no one there. I wanted to jump in, but I was ejected!"

The black young man spoke fluent Chinese, and his movements were exaggerated. Ji Muxia saw that his hands were a little special.

It is extraordinarily big, like a cattail fan, bigger than his head.

And the ring finger is unusually long, almost flush with the middle finger.

"I tried to climb over the wall, and I sat on the top of the wall, but I couldn't jump off." Another young man who was not tall said coldly.

He was dressed in white, a white suit, white trousers, and white leather shoes. He had curly hair and a small beard.

Now his suit is full of bright red blood, which makes his whole temperament much gloomy.

"The red paint on the wall is actually bloodstained. Really, it's disgusting! This damn evil culture!"

The young man unbearably took off the jacket of the white suit, and the white shirt was still inside, as if he was particularly obsessed with white.

Ji Mucha was still looking at the young man's hand.

His hands, with distinct joints, were porcelain white, but they were also stained red with blood.

On his right hand, the little finger was missing, as if it had been cut off.

The sky gradually darkened.

When the player came to this game, the sky was groggy, and the sun could not be seen and the time could not be distinguished.

After the waning moon rose that day, the night wind blew coldly, and after the players waited impatiently, there was finally movement.

With a "creak", the door opened itself from the inside to the outside.

At the same time, a biting cold wind blows from the door to the outside, making everyone shiver.

With this strange cold wind, the flames in the white lanterns faintly lit up.

"I just saw clearly that the candles in the lanterns have long since burned out..." Xie Bingyan said in a low tone, and adjusted his glasses.

The flames in the white lantern were purple, cold and eerie.

After staring at it for a long time, it seemed that the flame had turned into a human form, and it was still a struggling and shouting person.

Ji Mucha quickly looked away: "Let's go, it seems that the game has just officially started now."

【Congratulations, you got it!The game has entered the ninth day from the bottom, surprise or surprise! 】

Ji Mucha: ...

All players: ...

After already having a game experience, the quality of the players in this round has improved significantly.

No one cursed passionately, they calmly listened to the countdown, and walked into the gate one after another.

The courtyard was still empty, but white lanterns were lit up everywhere.

The cold light is faint, like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Ji Muxia walked at the end, and when he walked through the gate, he noticed that the color seemed to be different from the corner of his eye.

When she was a few steps behind and turned her head, Ji Muxia saw that the white lantern hanging on the lintel had changed color.

On the inner wall of the white lantern, dense bloody fingerprints suddenly appeared.

One after another is constantly superimposed, as if someone is trapped inside and struggling.

Those bloody handprints were big and small, with distinct sizes, and Ji Muxia even saw a huge bloody handprint.

The bloody handprint is extraordinarily large, like a cattail fan;

And the ring finger is unusually long, almost level with the middle finger.

He withdrew his gaze, and when he glanced over the door, he found that the color of the vermilion lacquered door became brighter, and the red seemed to be flowing down.

On the white seal, invisible hands were constantly pressing blood marks upwards.

There is a handprint, with the thumb facing in, what appears to be the right hand.There was a piece missing from the little finger, as if it had been chopped off by everyone.

Is this implying something?

Ji Mucha lowered his head and looked at his hands.

Look up again to the door.

I want to find my own blood fingerprints.

There was another "creak", and the door quietly closed by itself.

Accompanied by a heavy bang, after the heavy door was closed, there was also the sound of chains rattling from outside the door.

But there was clearly no chain on the gate.

"Mucha."

Xie Bingyan was calling him in front, Ji Mucha turned around calmly, and followed the large army.

When he turned to leave, thick blood seeped from the crack of the door from the outside to the inside...