When someone with depression enters the horror game

After the sorceress finished reciting the lengthy incantation and opened her closed eyes, it was already the time of day.

The clan elder gave him a look, and the villagers dispersed, leaving only Shen Lian in a daze.

Several women in black robes pointed at Shen Lian, and signaled to the clan elders that there was still a small issue that had not been resolved.

The clan elder glanced at his mother-in-law.

The sorceress still had a zombie face, and spoke out of her mouth in a mechanical tone, but it didn't sound like a human voice at all.

"Shut up in the ancestral hall." She straightened her colorful sacrificial robes on her own, without even giving the idiot a look.

When Shen Lian was brought down, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the woman on the boat.

The woman stared at him, gave a creepy smile, and mouthed "when the flower falls and dies".

The ancestral hall here is strange, there is no tablet for the ancestors, but an unknown god statue occupies the entire wall, looking down on all living beings from above.

The shrine was opaque, so bright candles were lit on both sides of the statue, which accidentally reflected the majestic face with a ghostly look.

The gate of the ancestral hall was closed, and Shen Lian sat on the ground alone, watching the flickering shadows of the dangling candle light.

"Di——There should be three players, but there are actually two players—"

"Di——There should be three players, but there are actually two players—"

"Di——There should be three players, but there are actually two players—"

"Di——There should be three players, but there are actually two players—"

There was no sense of crisis about the current situation in his mind at all, but was occupied by this repeated cold auditory hallucination.

Splitting headache.

Someone gently rubbed his temples, it was so gentle that it was outrageous.

"Get out." He shook off those hands and squeezed out a word between his teeth.

Painted Skin Ghost was not annoyed either, and sat on the ground with him while holding up his skirt, looking up at the unknown god statue.

With a little pity, she held the corner of Shen Lian's sleeve carefully, and said slowly: "Your mother is so pitiful, do you know this kind of punishment?"

Shen Lian's eyes were dull, and he didn't have time to pay attention to her.

"Those honey are good things to attract insects," she lowered her head, her voice was as sweet as honey, "and those feces are also good things to attract insects..."

"All kinds of bugs will breed on the skin. They bite the skin and feed on the skin. Your mother will watch these little guys crawl on her body..."

She seemed to be thinking of something fun, Qianqianyu twisted Shen Lian's sleeves, and said: "She is sitting in the pool, but she may die of lack of water, well, she may also be starved to death. No Do you know how long she can last?"

If Shen Lian was conscious at this time, she might have seriously told her that shock sepsis could also be one of the causes of death. A certain Greek historian recorded that Mithridates died on the 17th day after being tortured.

However, his spirit seems to have collapsed. He only saw Shuli's lips opening and closing in front of him, and he seemed to be able to hear her voice, but he couldn't form these words into complete sentences in his mind and accept the information represented by these words. .

He's about to break down.

Painted Skin Ghost finally couldn't help asking the question she had always been interested in: "Shen Lang, why did we come here suddenly? What is this place? Why did you become smaller?"

Shen Lian still didn't respond.

So Painted Skin Ghost touched his face and whispered, "Where did Zheng Qing go? Why didn't you see him?"

Hearing this name, Shen Lian seemed to have a reaction. He turned his head stiffly, like a corpse puppet that was so cold, his obsidian eyes stared at Painted Skin Ghost without a trace of fluctuation, like a bottomless mouthful The dry well is even more lifeless than that huge statue.

Painted Skin Ghost was really taken aback.

"Dead." The voice seemed to swallow a chainsaw, and it was hoarse and frightening.

"Dead..." He laughed again.

Painted Skin Ghost looked at the lunatic in front of him, and also laughed, she leaned forward and hugged him: "It really looks like that woman's third stupid son."