Fall in love in supernatural games

Time rewinds to half an hour ago.

Zhou's house was brightly lit, voices were everywhere, and it was very lively.

The guests ate and drank in the front yard, and the servants led them to the built yard after they were full. The yard was more bright red than other places.

A guest whispered, "What kind of medicine did the Zhou family buy in the gourd this time? It looks like someone is having a wedding. Is this a birthday party?"

Someone replied: "Who said it wasn't? The Zhou family is really generous this week. A daughter's birthday party was held so grandly. If it were a son, it would be even more extraordinary."

The whispered conversation did not fall into the servant's ears.

After the guests sat down, the butler stood on the stage, smiled and said to everyone, "Thank you for coming to our second lady's coming-of-age ceremony."

"Our master specially invited the acrobatic troupe, I hope everyone will have a good time."

The butler clapped his hands, the courtyard door was closed, he stepped back slowly, and let the acrobatic troupe perform on stage.

The performance of the acrobatic troupe was very interesting, but the guests came to attend the birthday party of Miss Zhou's second daughter, not to watch the acrobatic performance.

The Zhou family has strong financial resources, and many families with sons have taken a fancy to Master Zhou's thick thigh, and tried to climb up to him.

But Mr. Zhou is smooth and doesn't give them a chance at all. Now that there is a huge opportunity in front of them, how can they not be enthusiastic.

Just thinking of the endless stream of guests from the Zhou family, all the guests present couldn't sit still.

A guest called the servant to inquire, but the servant didn't know what to ask, and the guest couldn't be too blatant, so he just sat there.

Just half an hour later, someone shouted that it was on fire, and the guests saw the place with thick smoke, and ran out scramblingly.

When they got to the gate, they saw the huge stone and the flying flames, and they were full of despair.

The players mixed in the crowd laughed happily.

——At the time of the devil, the hunt officially begins.

Panic surrounds everyone.

At this moment, I don’t know who screamed loudly: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

As soon as the words fell, the flaming lantern was suddenly blown out by the wind.

The sense of fear was quickly contagious, and the timid ones had already begun to cry. There were chaotic voices everywhere, and the hearts of those who listened were terrified.

Some customers were smarter. When they saw that the gate was blocked, they immediately started running back, and the sharp-eyed ones also ran back after seeing the situation.

When they were panting to catch up with the guest, the leading guest had already fallen to the ground dying, his main artery was cut, and his clothes were stained red.

"Well, what's going on here?"

"Let's, shall we go back?"

These words were echoed by several other people, the door in front of them was closed, and it was unknown if there was anything behind it, the surroundings were pitch black, and one could not see their fingers.

Several people can only see the general appearance of each other.

Someone suddenly said, "When we came here, was it so dark in here?"

The other said: "No, there are lanterns for lighting, otherwise we wouldn't follow."

"So, what's going on here?"

The trembling voice was enough to explain his fear.

There is always fear in the face of the unknown.

After looking around, someone whispered, "How many of us are here?"

"Five? I didn't count."

The person who asked the question swallowed, and said with a trembling voice, "But, but there are seven of us now!"

As soon as these words came out, even the air was a little stiff.

Seeing that they were seen through, the young man didn't hide it, and said with a smile: "Yes, there are two more people."

"Who are you?" One person pretended to be calm and asked: "Don't kill me, my father is very rich!"

Before the words fell, he fell to the ground.

The boy was still grinning: "What does your father have money to do with me?"

The teenager likes the scene where the ground is stained red with blood, which he thinks is the most beautiful picture.

But right now, he doesn't have the time to pay attention to these, because compared to those, he still prefers the thrill of killing, that kind of excitement is indescribable, crazy, and blood-boiling.

After the person fell to the ground, the boy said with regret: "It's a pity that the ground here is not beautiful enough to waste this corpse."

When the remaining four heard this, they all shuddered in unison.

They seem to have strayed into the territory of the devil.

The few people didn't think about it, and ran away, leaving the young man far behind.

Seeing the four people running away quickly, the teenager curled his lips and complained in a low voice: "Run, run as hard as you can, and you'll be blown into human flesh fireworks later."

The young man squatted on the ground, and said dangerously to the people who were still on the ground, "Since they ran away, you can only play with me—"

His dangerous face, in that person's eyes, looked like a devil.

The demon whispered to him: "—Don't worry, I will definitely drain your blood."

The demon crooned, speaking of his love for blood.

When the four people who ran away were about to reach the gate, a string of sparks fell under their feet, and with a bang, they were knocked into the air by the huge impact.

The body was blown to pieces, and the voice gradually faded away. A man wearing glasses came out from the darkness. He stroked the frame of the glasses, and said in a regretful tone, "What a waste, there is no beauty at all."

After speaking, he stepped on the minced meat on the ground and walked into the crowd.

The crowd was whispering like flies at the sound.

The man wearing glasses mingled with his companions in the crowd, and said proudly, "Is the voice nice?"

Several other people said in unison: "It sounds good."

"I don't think it's very good," said the man with glasses. "It might look better if you use a larger size."

The little girl warned him: "Don't make a big noise, it's not good to be seen by other players."

"So what if I'm seen?" The man with the scar on the corner of his eye, his eyes full of bloodthirsty frenzy: "Kill them all, it's fine."

The man with glasses glanced at the man with the scar at the corner of his eye: "The noise we made in the last world was too great, and it has already attracted their attention."

"So this world must not attract their attention," the man with glasses said with a smile, "You don't want to be caught by them, do you?"

The man with the scar at the corner of his eye fell silent.

The white-gloved man said lightly: "Speaking of which, we have to thank the founder of this game, otherwise we would still be hiding around like dogs."

The man with glasses echoed: "It is said that the trigger system is very strict. I didn't expect us to pass the audit."

White Gloves frowned: "It's because of this that I feel something is wrong."

He said: "Most of the other players in the game world are normal people with a strong sense of morality. Compared with them, our existence is like rat feces in a pot of porridge, which is very wrong."

The man with the scar said indifferently: "Whatever, they can't do anything to us anyway."

"I have been hiding in the real world for so long, and finally escaped that kind of life, I want to release myself!!"

Different from the simple and rough brain of the man with scars, the white gloves and glasses just think a lot.

The little girl said: "So when you do it, don't make such big moves, and we won't be discovered."

The man with the scar glanced at the little girl and said, "Don't just blame us, you are much more ruthless than us if you do it yourself."

The little girl raised her head, looked at the man with the scar, and smiled slowly: "Say it again?"

Seeing the smile on the little girl's face, the man with the scar recalled those disgusting images, turned his face away, and muttered something.

The little girl blinked her eyes and said, "I'm hungry."

The white-gloved man frowned: "Didn't you eat enough in the last world?"

"I don't know," the little girl twitched her nose, and smiled slyly: "I smell the fragrance, and I'm hungry."

The man with glasses asked, "What fragrance?"

The little girl licked the corner of her mouth, her eyes were scarlet: "Smell of the same kind."

similar?

Several people thought silently in their hearts.

The little girl is not a person, but a ghost.

Still a devil who loves to eat people.

Before meeting a few of them, he had been relying on cannibalism to complete the mission.

In this small team, everyone carries their lives.

Because of the same interests, they entered the game world together. After they killed someone, the little girl was responsible for eating the "food" she liked behind.

Their relationship is neither good nor bad.

So after hearing what the little girl said, the man with glasses asked her, "What kind of ghost?"

The little girl sniffed it a few times, and smiled even more happily: "It's the same baby spirit as me. But he hasn't eaten people, and he's not as powerful as me."

Several people breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

The white-gloved man asked again: "Are you sure?"

The little girl glanced at the white gloves: "When did I make a mistake?"

Hearing this, White Gloves felt relieved.

But what they didn't know was that what they encountered was not only a ghost, but also a not-so-weak Taoist priest.

Time passed by minute by minute.

After Mr. Zhou went to the yard with the Taoist priest, he saw no one, but smelled a puff of choking smoke. He stopped a servant who was in a hurry, and asked, "What's going on? Where have all the guests gone? "

The servant hurriedly replied: "The kitchen is on fire, and the guests have all gone out to avoid the fire."

Master Zhou's face was dark, and the expression of the Taoist beside him changed: "I smell the smell of a brat."

Master Zhou's heart tightened when he heard the words, and he hurriedly asked, "Is that my kid?"

The Taoist frowned and shook his head: "No, it's another kid."

He said: "I smelled a strong evil spirit on her body."

The Taoist hurried back to the study to get something for hunting ghosts, while Master Zhou went to the kitchen.

When he arrived, the fire in the kitchen had been put out, but it was still smoking.

Before Master Zhou could catch his breath, a servant said, "Master is not good! He is dead!"

Master Zhou almost didn't come up in one breath: "Yes, where are you?"

The servant replied: "Outside the courtyard of the main house!"

Master Zhou led his people and strode towards the outside of the main house.

Mingshao, who looked at Fengshu's memory, had deep eyes.

He didn't expect that there would be such a vicious player who would kill in the game.

Although the npcs in the game are not human beings, those players are real people.

Listening to what they said just now, they killed a lot in the game, as natural as a common meal.

Sensing Ming Shao's sudden suppressed emotions, Gu Le stretched out his hand and patted him on the back, saying, "They will pay the price for what they did!"

Ming Shao hugged Gu Le tightly, and said every word: "I will definitely, I, Bao, Zheng!"

Gu Le said, "I believe in you."

After a while, Gu Le asked Ming Shao: "Has the main system been repaired?"

Mingshao was puzzled: "What?"

Gu Le frowned and looked at him: "I already know your identity, so there's no need to pretend."

Ming Shao didn't understand the meaning of Gu Le's words: "What are you talking about?"

Seeing him like this, Gu Le said, "I already know that you are a game master, so you don't need to pretend anymore."

Mingshao felt that he might be hallucinating.

It took him a while to realize, then he bowed his head and kissed Gu Le, and said with a light smile, "Baby, have you forgotten? I told you that I am the creator of this game, why do you think I am the game administrator? "

Gu Le was a little embarrassed: "I forgot."

Ming Shao lowered his head and rubbed against Gu Le's forehead: "Baby, you are so cute."

Gu Le glanced at him and retorted: "If you want to praise me for being handsome, you can't call me cute."

Ming Shao quarreled with Gu Le, and hugged him to continue watching the scene in the illusion.

At this time, Feng Shu remembered.

The people were panicked, and the demons mingled in the crowd, ready to raise their butcher knives at any time.

The author has something to say: Good night everyone, Chirp Mi~