Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

The few people stopped talking and ran back with all their strength.

Those eyeballs stopped chasing them, and soon dispersed after leaving the observation tower.

Xiong Lin looked back, but everyone didn't stop running because of this, and returned to the villa as fast as possible, and after entering the door wrapped in the cold outside, he hurriedly pushed things over to block the door.

The rest of the gamers didn't dare to sleep, they came out of the room one after another when they heard the commotion outside, and asked in bewilderment, "What happened to you?"

Bai Xi's pale face improved slightly, and upon hearing this, she sneered and pointed at Xu Zhaohe: "Ask them!"

Realizing that something bad might happen, the players turned their attention to Watson again.

Xiong Lin couldn't see these people's double standards, and looked forward to them bringing back clues, but he was afraid that he would be in danger, and if they encountered something, he would stand on the opposite side and criticize it.

"It's the eyeball of the wax figure." Zou Bei stretched out his hand and pressed Xiong Lin's shoulder, pulling him back and pushing him forward, "We opened the door on the top floor of the sightseeing tower, and the eyeball of the wax figure was sealed inside. It's [-]:[-] a.m., and there are only two hours before the morning, everyone guard the door first."

The players looked at each other, and in the end they could only hear Bai Xi and the people beside him whispering, and the rest of them were honestly looking for a place to sit in the living room, waiting for the morning light.

Xu Zhaohe glanced at the crowd, then sat with Shen Chen by the window near the door, listening to the situation outside.

It wasn't snowing outside, but the snow was still very thick. After careful identification, there seemed to be the sound of rustling footsteps stepping into the thick snow.

The wax figures took back their eyes, and circled around the artist's villa layer by layer. In the end, for some reason, they never came forward.

Frightened all night, many players were holding on, their eyes were red, and they stared at the door haggardly holding props.

Finally, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the mottled glass and cast a circle of golden light and shadow in the house, many people finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Nothing happened.

Xu Zhaohe squinted his eyes and stared out of the window, only to see a few wax figures reluctantly going away, their steps stiff.

Before he could figure out why they just wandered around but didn't try to get in, the door of the villa was knocked by "Tuk Tuk".

For a while, everyone breathed out again, waiting for the familiar voice outside, and cursed: "Why can't you open it, what are you doing?"

It's Director Wang.

The players slumped on the sofa, watching Zou Bei and the others go to remove the cupboard facing the door, Director Wang's fat body squeezed in from the small space, and frowned at the moved cupboard: "What are you doing?" What?"

"Oh——" Director Wang suddenly elongated his voice, and searched for Xu Zhaohe's figure with malicious intentions, and then gave him a thought-provoking smile, "Don't forget what you promised me."

Could it be that Director Wang didn't do anything this morning because of those wax figures?

Xu Zhaohe didn't want to renege on the debt, he lazily rested his elbows on the window sill, and let out a "hmm".

While doing this, poor Director Wang didn't dare to look at Lucifer's expression, forced himself to turn his face, and said to everyone: "Hurry up and eat, I'll take you out for a stroll today."

Everyone didn't dare to object, and rushed towards the restaurant one after another.

After breakfast, make some simple preparations, and then go out to face the danger.

But before everyone went out, a player's voice sounded on the second floor.

Hearing the sound, everyone ran upstairs in a hurry, and Director Wang followed slowly, as if he looked down on them for making such a fuss.

Unfortunately, this time he was wrong.

Xu Zhaohe and the others were the fastest to arrive. They saw a male gamer named Sa Hei standing at the door. He was going back to the house to put on his coat, but he just happened to see the door of the next room open and was curious. I took a quick look inside and found the problem.

There is a painting in this room that was previously designated as a work of art by them, but now, that painting is thrown on the ground, the frame is broken, and the painting inside is also cracked!

Zou Bei stepped forward to take a look, and frowned.

This painting is the one very similar to the one in the art gallery, with a pure black background and a hand on it.

But now the upper hand was gone, and there was only darkness.

Xu Zhaohe also remembered what the painting looked like before, and couldn't help crossing his arms at this moment. It seems that the person hiding in the dark can't help but finally appear?

If the hand is correct, it should belong to the artist.

Director Wang didn't take it seriously before, and was even happy to watch a group of people go around like monkeys, but since he saw that the accident happened in this room, he couldn't laugh anymore.

After pushing the unicorn-arm dancer away from the crowd, Director Wang threw himself in front of the torn painting with a ferocious face.

"He appeared!"

"He did appear!"

Because he was too angry, one of his eyeballs began to flow down, and it was half stuck on his face. He turned his head to stare at Xu Zhaohe, and his voice was also distorted like scalding: "He has appeared, you have to fulfill your promise." promise!"

Xu Zhaohe replied calmly: "What do you want me to do?"

The rest of the gamers who were in the same classroom as Brother Zhao retreated quietly, for fear of being affected.

It's a pity that Director Wang didn't take them seriously, and only stared at Brother Zhao with a frenzied expression: "You go find him! As long as it's you, you can do it!"

If it wasn't for the presence of Lucifer, who would not want to have a bite like Xu Zhaohe?

"Okay," Brother Zhao lowered his eyes to look at him, "Then you lead the way."

Director Wang: "..."

If he knew where the artist was, he wouldn't have to ask anyone else!

When these words got stuck in his mind, he quickly thought of another matter, shouted "I'm going to suffer", then stood up and waved: "Hurry up and follow me!"

The players dared not disobey, and ran out of the villa following Director Wang, who was fat but extremely fast, and looked in the direction, as if they were heading towards the art gallery.

Their movements were fast enough, but it was a pity that there was a small shadow that was faster than them.

When Director Wang arrived at the art museum with the panting players, and ran to the hall where famous paintings were exhibited, he saw a piece of shining glass shards on the ground.

And in the broken picture frame is the same picture, the other hand on it is also missing.

If Director Wang's expression could be considered distorted before, it can be described as "not human" now.

The facial features were tangled together in anger, like overturned oil paint, churning into a ball on the flesh-colored "skin".

Immediately afterwards he went mad, and kept yelling and running around in the painting hall, his voice was shrill as if squeezed out of a needle-sized hole, each sound stimulated the eardrums of the players, making them unconsciously lean on Together, the expressions are painful.

There is more than one wax figure of Director Wang in this art museum. The worst situation happened. When Director Wang screamed, a few more voices suddenly came out to echo him, and then pieces of wax figures poured out from nowhere. , In an instant, the door was blocked, and they stepped in crowded.

The players had to shrink into a corner, forming a circle shoulder to shoulder, holding their most life-saving props in their hands.

Although usually thoughtful, but at this time, human beings will eventually become a whole.

The wax figures didn't push forward. After they occupied about half of the painting hall, Director Wang finally stopped in front of a painting.

It's the picture of the snow scene.

Afterwards, Director Wang's facial features returned to normal, and he touched the screen with fascination, "Look, it's here."

"He's hiding in the snow-capped mountains."

Director Wang turned around, raised his head and laughed a few times: "Guys, he's on the snow mountain!"

"Take our good friends, let's go—"

No one ignored the cruelty on Wang Dao's face. At this moment, no matter whether he had an agreement with Wang Dao or not, the ending was the same.

Because they themselves are the sacrifices that were lured in.

How could the sacrifice be alive?

But if you give it a try, it seems that there is no way out?

Xu Zhaohe and the others had already promised Director Wang that you can't just promise ghosts in the dungeon, because as long as you make a promise, you must keep it, otherwise you will be rushed to send death conditions?

But the people in the other two classrooms didn't agree, so they tried to find a way to escape.

Those wax figures did not restrain them, but surrounded them to prevent them from escaping.

These gamers naturally have some skills to enter this dungeon, and it is expected that they can run out. Director Wang didn't seem to care about the unexpected thing. He looked back and saw that Brother Zhao was still there, so he continued to lead the wax figures to the snow mountain. .

Before leaving, Xu Zhaohe went to the painting where Director Wang found the problem and looked at it. The snow scene picture was very similar to the one in the corridor, but now there were a bunch of footprints on it. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t find it. After a while , was submerged by the snow.

"Paintings" seemed to remind them of something all the time. They appeared too frequently in this dungeon. Xu Zhaohe took a last look at the picture of the snow scene that had completely lost his footprints, and thought about it.

There were not many gamers who escaped, and in the end there were only five players who "voluntarily" stayed in a classroom that day, as well as the top 10 three players, and Bai Xi.

Why is Bai Xi here? Xu Zhaohe didn't intend to delve into it. All his thoughts have been occupied by the avalanche dream that night.

Why he was drawn in remains a mystery to this day, but at least it's certainly not meaningless.

Did the dream that night indicate something?

The wax figures surrounded the surrounding mightily, like guards strictly escorting the prisoners, staring intently like walking corpses.

Because of the eyeballs they released last night, the wax figure team seems to have grown a lot. I wonder what the chances are for the artist who has never shown up.

He thought about it in a mess all the way, until Shen Chen who was beside him secretly took his hand, with a serious expression on his expression.

"what happened?"

Xu Zhaohe leaned over and whispered.

Shen Chen squeezed him tightly again, and also said in a low voice: "Currently this dungeon has reached the SSS level standard, you have to be more careful."

And he always had a bad premonition that this dungeon was a bit complicated, and the battle between ghosts and monsters was always endless.

Xu Zhaohe nodded to express that he would be careful, and then felt a scarf around his neck, so he turned his head and smiled at him.

The taste of trekking in the snow is really not very good, so Zhao Lulu laughed out loud at this time, which really seemed a little abnormal.

The time spent on the road is boring, and I don't know if the players who don't or can't escape have any regrets in their hearts.

In the end, it was about the folding of the copy space. After walking for about an hour, they finally reached the foot of the snow mountain.

Looking back, I can see a stretch of footprints, the end of which is hidden in the whiteness, which is truly spectacular.

No one had the heart to appreciate such a spectacle carefully. Xu Zhaohe looked up at the towering snow-capped giant mountain, and suddenly an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

The wind and snow suddenly appeared at this time, and it did not gradually transition from light snow to heavy snow. Once it fell, it instantly blocked the sight.

The wind howls, the horsehair hedgehog.

The world was instantly dark, with black clouds overwhelming the top, and the snow and the wind ravaging the wind.

Tang An shielded his face with his arms, grabbed Xiong Lin's arm to prevent him from getting lost, and shouted: "Nothing will happen!"

Xiong Lin endured the severe cold and beat up his younger brother: "Shut up the fuck!"

This blizzard was so sudden and weird that one had to think deeply.

Director Wang can still be heard roaring to tell everyone not to mess up, and shouting to make his wax figure team look after this group of humans.

But the words spoken will be blown away by the wind soon, and the whistling wind knife seems to be able to scrape off flesh and blood. Xu Zhaohe tried to grab Shen Chen's hand, but there was no one around him.

Such a big snowstorm seems to cause snow disasters all the time.

It was too late to wait for Shen Chen, so Xu Zhaohe took out his summoning umbrella to open the way, and tried hard to find a place to shelter from the wind and snow.

The resistance was too great, and he was forced to slide out of deep pits one after another. Fortunately, he was lucky, and finally found a small hole in the rock with the white snow all over his body.

It's just that at this time, there is already a person hiding in the cave that is only one person deep.

When Xu Zhaohe appeared with the Spirit Summoning Umbrella, the man was startled, something fell from his body while shaking, Xu Zhaohe subconsciously looked at it, it was a piece of finger.

"Human" fingers.

Brother Zhao understood it in a short while, but he didn't expect that one day this would happen to him.

He raised his eyes to look at Bai Xi whose gaze had become increasingly fierce, and suddenly realized: "You belong to Black Eagle."

There was a very small scar on this finger, and ordinary people might not notice it, but Xu Zhaohe's observation skills have always been amazing, and he quickly realized that it was An Feng's finger.

An Feng has become a wax figure, so he naturally belongs to the game world.

Bai Xi tried to bring back one of his fingers, and the game world let other players "accidentally" discover it in order to prevent it.

It's just that I didn't expect that it was my turn to be "accidentally" this time.

Is this what made him stop?Or not to stop it?

Bai Xi had already torn off the pretense of being irritable and not clear-headed, and said in a low voice, "Watson, I advise you not to meddle in your own business."

Watson shrugged, sighed, and looked at him with hesitant eyes: "You guys are really persistent."

But Bai Xi replied to him with a condescending expression of "you don't understand that you will kneel and surrender sooner or later": "You have also seen that this matter is feasible. If you want to come to Black Eagle, I think that person will be very happy." welcome."

Feasible probably means that An Feng exists in the form of a half-ghost for a period of time, but what does "that person" mean?

"Who?" Brother Zhao lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then found the person in the corner of his memory, "Miguo?"

Bai Xi gave him a look of "everyone understands that there is no need to say more", and then leaned deeper in the cave, as if she was very relieved that Watson would not be so ignorant.

Xu Zhaohe sighed again, he really didn't want to cause trouble, but this dungeon is currently under the supervision of his family, and the rules have pushed him out, no matter it seems outrageous.

"Leave things behind."

Bai Xi frowned and raised her eyelids, feeling a little impatient that Watson really didn't know what to do, and said with a half-smile, "If I don't stay, what can you do?"

"Watson, you just snatched the Summoning Spirit Umbrella. I advise you not to be too arrogant."

The Black Hawk has repeatedly jumped on the verge of violating the rules, but it can still develop to such a scale. Of course, it is not due to its smooth talk and brainwashing skills.

If he really did it, Bai Xi would not be afraid.

However, Brother Zhao was even more speechless after hearing those words, and said with a gloomy gaze: "Which one of us is more arrogant?"

Bai Xi choked at the words, and his eyes slowly turned red, "Since it doesn't make sense, then don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless."

Xu Zhaohe frowned. Some of Black Eagle's methods were really disgusting, so he quietly took a step back, and when Bai Xi was full of confidence and ready to fight, he turned and ran away!

He-run-away!

Ran!

Bai Xi: "..."

Didn't you say that Watson is very good at steel? !

Xu Zhaohe thought very well, Black Eagle's tricks are endless, and he even makes a deal with dungeon ghosts who knows what he will do, he already has a boyfriend, it's really not worthwhile to fight one by one!

And just when he ran not far away and was almost blown down in the snow, there was a sudden "bang" sound behind him.

The black pupils were confused by the white snow, Xu Zhaohe was taken aback, the palpitations finally came true at this moment, as if he fell into a three-foot glacier in an instant, every muscle in his body was aching!

It's an avalanche!

It's really an avalanche, that dream is prophesying!

Without time to think deeply, Xu Zhaohe turned around and ran hard towards the direction away from the snow-capped mountains.

The wind and snow along the way seemed to be a little smaller, and the line of sight could see more range.

The thick snow greatly hindered the pace of escape, and some wax figures had been buried in the snow, and soon, their traces would be completely hidden.

Relying on the Summoning Umbrella to block the smaller pieces of falling snow, Xu Zhaohe still ran very difficult and embarrassed.

Shen Chen, Zou Bei, and others were nowhere to be seen, and they could only see the wax figure buried "alive". This time, the artist seemed to want to get rid of it once and for all.

The battle between the two ghosts is endless.

At the end of the run, Xue was buried up to her waist, and she staggered step by step.

What was even more difficult was the cold, the bone-piercing cold, almost no sensation in the lower body, and only acted stiffly with a strong will.

Xu Zhaohe could feel the rapid loss of heat, but he couldn't stop, if he stopped, the only way would be to be buried by Xue Sheng's life.

Today is the sixth day.

Artists finally show up, and they don't have a seventh day.

"Shen Chen."

"Shen Chen..."

When his consciousness gradually became blurred, Xu Zhaohe muttered the name, and then he regained some strength by relying on these two words, and crawled forward.

……

"Alas... life and death are in agreement with each other, let's talk to Zicheng."

A seemingly ethereal voice came from far away.

A black shadow stood on the deep snow, and gave a gentleman's salute to the person in front of him.

"Judge, stay safe."

The author has something to say: Rong: Shen Chen, if you don’t come, your boyfriend is gone!

Shen Chen: No, I believe in Zhao Zhao! (make a fist!)

Rong: Tell the truth.

Shen Chen turned his head and beat the artist violently: Are you fucking okay!

……

This dungeon will end tomorrow~ Afterwards, the update will be stable (make a fist hard) Chirp~