Abducted an npc in the game

With a bang in his head, the inch-cut man's face turned pale, and he almost fainted from fright.

Trembling, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Lin Qiu's clothes. When Lin Qiu turned his head and saw the scene in front of him, his eyes moved slightly.

Lin Yue slept on the upper bunk of the second bed, but because of the light and the guardrails on the upper bunk, there was no way to find it if you didn't pay attention.

It is very likely that the inch-cropped man accidentally moved when he was leaning on the bed just now, and Lin Yue's hand fell down and landed right in front of the inch-cropped man.

"What the hell do they want to do?"

The inch-headed man's heart was still beating uncontrollably. The feeling of being played and frightened was so bad that he completely lost his ability to think.

But he feels a little like Lin Qiu, that is, being played with, they follow the so-called rules all the way, then break them, and then they are frightened many times suddenly, they are like animals locked in a cage. The organs inside played tricks, and all their performances seemed to be appreciated by someone.

"Lin Qiu, let's find Zhou Wu quickly."

The inch-headed man was very worried about Zhou Wu's safety. They were in the light, but the harmful things were in the dark. They were too passive and could only follow every line they gave them.

"Did you really feel nothing just now?"

"I do not have."

The inch-headed man wanted to cry, but if he felt it, why didn't he tell Lin Qiu anything? He's not the kind of person who would think carefully about life and death.

"Then what are they trying to do?"

Lin Qiu muttered to himself, he didn't feel any sense of urgency, but he always felt that something was chasing him forward.

Because of the obstacle in Lin Qiu's heart, even though he wanted to find Zhou Wu, as soon as he walked out of the dormitory and saw the corridor without guardrails ahead, he felt dizzy uncontrollably.

The inch-cut man was anxious, and unconsciously passed Lin Qiu as he walked.

Lin Qiu was gasping for breath, the suffocating feeling that seemed to be strangling his throat brought him physical discomfort.

But he couldn't relieve this feeling himself.

"Hey, don't get too far away from me."

Lin Qiu leaned on the wall with one hand, panted with his head down, his voice was the only one in the long corridor, and there was no response for a long, long time.

His whole body was shaken, and he raised his head slowly, his eyes blocked by fine hair were dimmed, and the empty corridor ahead melted into the darkness in his eyes.

The inch-cut man is gone.

Just a few steps away, a person just disappeared without a sound.

It was like a provocation to him, because he knew that he would not be able to make correct judgments and actions on the sixth floor, so he used this method to irritate him.

Great, it worked.

He walked into the second dormitory, kicked open the door, the interior was the same as before, and he quickly found Zheng Yuan lying on the lower bunk of another bed.

Without the control of the scarecrow, the opponent is a dead body without a soul.

He walked into the third dormitory, and there was nothing in it.

The fourth room, no.

The fifth room, no.

The sixth room,...

Until he staggered to the last dormitory, there was still nothing in it.

He thought those scarecrows were like playing with dolls, and placed the taken away players one by one in the dormitory, but except for Zheng Yuan and Lin Yue, who had died a long time ago but kept their bodies intact, no one else appeared.

"Why is that?"

His mind was buzzing, he bent over with his hands on his knees, and unconsciously began to tighten his trouser legs.

The whole person seems to be isolated from the world, creating a strong sense of loneliness.

But soon, this feeling was expelled by a line of sight.

Lin Qiu froze, and a sinister and terrifying gaze stared straight at his back.

He turned his head slowly, and by the faint moonlight, he saw half of Young Master Qian's face facing him.

The other party evoked a stiff smile, with strong malice.

A bad premonition came over him, and he walked out with heavy steps, and stopped in place as soon as he reached the door.

Except for the dead or skinned players, all other people who were still breathing were neatly hung on the clothes rail, including Zhou Wu and the inch-headed man who disappeared midway, and Zhao Yu who had been taken away before.

They are like the clothes of the students hanging on the balcony waiting to dry, and those players whose hamstrings have been cut by silk thread, the dripping blood dripping down is like the water dripping down from wet clothes.

Zhou Wushang was still awake, and when he opened his eyes and saw this situation, his face immediately turned pale with fright, his body struggled subconsciously, a sharp pain came from his wrist, and his body swayed out uncontrollably.

When he looked up, he found that the silk threads tightly wrapped around his wrists were tightening due to the strength of his body, and his hands had already turned purple due to congestion.

The fear of hanging in the air and being cut off at any time made Zhou Wu's heart tense. He looked at Lin Qiu not far away and Mr. Qian standing quietly behind him, and couldn't help becoming anxious.

He wanted to say something, but it hurt badly when he opened his mouth.

"Lin Qiu, save me, save me."

Zhao Yu's yell woke up the other people who were still not awake one by one. Everyone realized that they were in danger. Anxiety spread from one to another, making everyone else feel uneasy.

"I want to know, how would you choose."

Mr. Qian looked at him faintly, that half of his face was always hidden in the shadow with mystery, making it impossible for people to see the true appearance of the torn skin.

"What do you want me to do."

Lin Qiu's voice was hoarse, but he still maintained his calm tone.

"Jump down, as long as you jump down, they can survive."

Lin Qiu was shaken all over, the fear and desire buried in the deepest part of his heart, wishing to be highlighted, he didn't dare to look up, because his body wanted to jump down, but his mind told him he couldn't jump.

"From now on, every 10 minutes, one person will fall down. Let me count, one... two... three... Now there are six people on the top, and you have one hour."

As soon as Mr. Qian finished speaking, the cartoon watch that had been stopped for a long time suddenly lit up, and the hour and minute hands on it began to rotate dutifully.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, Lin Qiu, Lin Qiu, save me!"

"Why let him make a choice, why!"

"What do you want!"

Mr. Qian's words shattered everyone's pretended calm, they screamed angrily, unwilling to leave their lives in Lin Qiu's hands like this.

"Shhh... the time flies."

Mr. Qian's flirtatious words made everyone stop, and then there was an even more violent resistance.

It wasn't until there was a sharp and feeble pain on their wrists that they stopped in pain.

And 5 minutes have passed.

"Lin Qiu, now our lives are in your hands, don't you plan to do something for us, Lin Qiu, Lin Qiu!"

The somewhat stupefied Lin Qiu gradually regained his senses amidst the other party's shouts. He looked up at the hanging bodies one by one, with a dead silence on his calm face and lifeless eyes, like a puppet without a soul.

Everyone else was taken aback by Lin Qiu's appearance, but Zhou Wu, who knew something, began to worry about Lin Qiu's state.

"Why do you have to make me choose again?"

He heard his own voice saying this to himself.

"Lin Qiu, there is one last minute left."

Mr. Qian's voice was like a countdown to life, full of nervous urging.

The people who were hung up gradually became uneasy. They begged Lin Qiu to make a choice hoarsely. There was even a voice inside asking Lin Qiu to sacrifice himself to save their six lives.

"The game is related to me, I should feel sorry, but why should I take the responsibility with my life..."

Lin Qiu slowly pulled out a smile, his appearance was strange and gloomy, he seemed to be immersed in the world he created, and everything in front of him was an illusion that could be given up.

"Unfortunately, the time is up, let me think about which one of you should be let down."

Mr. Qian's words were like the whispers of the devil, each sentence was enough to break the hearts of the players.

Everyone didn't dare to meet Mr. Qian's eyes, for fear that they would be the chosen one.

Mr. Qian pondered for a moment, that wandering eye turned into the sharpest arrow, and the suspended player was a living target waiting to be shot down.

"Then order soldiers and generals, and whoever is ordered will be whoever is selected."

Mr. Qian let out a pleasant low laugh, closed his eyes and stretched out his slender fingertips, pointing out casually.

Someone let out a gulp of saliva in nervousness, and the finger immediately pointed at him accurately.

The other party was startled, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he kicked the person beside him.

The kicked person let out an "ah", and immediately moved that finger over.

Then the man began to attack those around him again, and with every slight sound, the finger would move accordingly.

Poor Zhou Wu has already had his tongue cut off, no matter how he is affected, he will not make a sound.

And in the battle between the players coming and going, he can still find time to look at Lin Qiu nervously.

Lin Qiu was always in a trance, he was deeply trapped in his own memories and the nightmares he had had countless times.

Nothing could wake him up.

As time passed by, Mr. Qian opened his closed eyes long ago. He looked at the group of players attacking each other mockingly, as if enjoying a good show.

They had long ignored the finger that had been put down. The desire to survive devoured their reason, making their eyes red and their actions violent.

This made their bodies shake even more violently, and they swayed out of the guardrail several times, and the silk thread wrapped around their hands gradually deepened during the movement. Some people's flesh was cut, and blood slid down the wrist to the forearm, and then twisted dripping down.

"Well……"

The man with a broken leg whimpered in pain. The silk thread had penetrated into his hand tendons. Even though the pain made him sweat all over his head, he firmly grasped it with his fingers, because he knew that no matter how strong the silk thread was, it would break. As long as it is broken, his body will fall.

It's just that other players understand what he understands.

The players on both sides looked at each other, and they all looked at the man with cold and sinister eyes.