I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

Land reclamation No. 14 days, the warden blushes

"Player Feng Huai lights up the side mission, [Orphan's Grudge], and completes the side mission, and will get 2 points."

"Player Feng Huai lights up the new monster guide, the progress of the current monster guide is 4/???, reward 1 point"

[Scissorhands: Did you hear the screams covered by nursery rhymes?So, what I say, you must listen carefully.Otherwise, if the ears are not needed, then cut them off! ——an extremely self-centered monster, used to dominating everything in its own territory, so surprise may be a good angle to attack. 】

"Player Feng Huai's main task progress has been completed by 40%, and the current accumulated points total 11 points."

Feng Huai glanced at the reminder message hastily.

The middle-aged man's figure was shaky, but his speed was not slow.

While Feng Huai and Yu Ci were still distracted by the hints in the ballad, a middle-aged man with a boulder-like figure, like a ghost, silently appeared beside them.

It opened its pale pupils, its eye sockets were wide open, opened its mouth full of yellow stains, and lowered its head to the ears of Yu Ci and Feng Huai, screaming: "We found you! We found you two!" one!"

"Bad boys should be punished." It raised its head strangely, and held up the hand that seemed to be broken back, holding a pair of rusty scissors in it.

As soon as it finished speaking, the movements of its hands struck down quickly and accurately.

There was a sound of "sudden" breaking through the air, and an arm fell to the ground, and disappeared in ashes a few seconds later.

The middle-aged man kept his head raised high, like an executioner, except for the raised arm, now there is only a rotten section that does not bleed.

It froze in place for a few seconds, as if it hadn't reacted.

Yu Ci jumped up at the moment it struck down, and pulled out the long knife hidden on the side of the shoe, and with the momentum of pulling out and bursting, he neatly removed the arm and stopped behind it.

Feng Huai, on the other hand, dodged beautifully on the spot as soon as the other party finished speaking, and walked around behind the middle-aged old ghost, standing shoulder to shoulder with Yu Ci.

The two stared at it warily, Yu Ci handed Feng Huai the long knife backhand, and said in a low voice, "Take it, it's made of refined iron."

Feng Huai took it, and the pattern of the long knife in his hand looked a bit heavy and precipitated, like a historical relic from thousands of years ago.

Feng Huai glanced at Yu Ci and confirmed that Yu Ci still had self-defense weapons.

Yu Ci prefers to use his dagger. The tip of the dagger is slightly curved. It looks like a dagger and a sickle. It looks weird but fits just right.

Feng Huai felt that they all looked familiar.

But before he had time to think about it, the old ghost whose arm had been removed finally came to his senses. It turned its head stiffly and looked at its broken arm.

Feng Huai and Yu Ci tensed up simultaneously.

The man in the tunic suit turned around abruptly, and a bright red blood spot appeared in a pair of white pupils, which was extremely strange.

Feng Huai bumped into the opponent's eyes, frowned when he saw this, and quickly reminded: "Its eyes are deceitful, be careful."

As soon as the words fell, the next second, cracks suddenly appeared on the ground under the two people's feet, and the violent shaking made people unable to stand at all.

The ground in the distance was like a hill during an earthquake, jumping up waves rolling towards them.

Yu Ci fell into the ground unprepared, and Feng Huai didn't even catch the hem of his clothes.

Feng Huai took a deep breath. Such a large-scale physical distortion requires a lot of spiritual support. In his heyday, he once managed to move mountains and reverse the turbulent river. However, this world is so thin that it is not suitable for anyone. , Ghost practice aura.

However, a very similar one appeared here, which was completely beyond Feng Huai's expectation.

Feng Huai was more suspicious than surprised, and he quickly calmed down.

He didn't think Yu Ci would fall into the ground without any defense and struggling, and he didn't think that old ghost could do it so exaggeratedly.

The only explanation is the red dot in the white pupil.

Thinking of this, Feng Huai bit the tip of his tongue without hesitation, and sprayed a mouthful of tongue blood on the long knife that Yu Ci handed him.

The long knife, which was stained with blood from the tip of Feng Huai's tongue, trembled slightly, as if it was responding to something strangely.

Feng Huai could even feel that the long knife in his hand conveyed a feeling similar to nostalgia and joy.

He was slightly startled, this long knife has a knife spirit?

Artifact spirits are the most difficult to produce from artifacts. They are dead objects, and weapons with artifact spirits are simply rare.

It's really lucky that Yu Ci actually owns one.Feng Huai thought to himself.

He looked up at the ground waves rushing towards him, his eyes darkened, and he put the long knife in front of his eyes.

At the moment when the ground waves hit, Feng Huai stared at his eyes without blinking, the wave in his hand slashed horizontally, and when he swung the knife, there was a clear and pleasant clang sound, the blood on the tip of his tongue broke through the turbulent ground waves, and he was rushing The moment Xiang Feng Huai faced the door, the ashes scattered.

The blood on the tip of the tongue is closest to the heart, and contains the most masculine soul power, which is enough to break the ordinary illusion.

Just as Feng Huai expected.

He shook his body, and his body, which was already suffering from a hidden disease, became weaker, and the pain was fine and long, torturing his nerves.

Feng Huai took a deep breath, held back his discomfort, and looked at Yu Ci's situation.

I saw that weird and fat middle-aged man holding up a pair of rusty scissors, only one palm away from Yu Ci.

As for Yu Ci's state, he was obviously still trapped in an illusion, as if he was in the most terrifying nightmare, his brows were tightly frowned, and the pupils under his eyelids were moving back and forth uneasily.

The old ghost's scissors were almost touching Yu Ci's veins, and a young but broad and powerful hand suddenly grabbed the old ghost's wrist.

The old ghost froze for a moment, and the man's cold and gloomy expression was reflected in his white pupils.

There was a look of fear on its face, realizing that it was in the hands of the other party, and it couldn't even disappear. It couldn't break free from the shackles of the other party's palm at all, as if it was locked in the other party's space by the other party.

The middle-aged ghost let out a shrill scream, the surrounding space was squeezed strangely, and its entire body became extremely distorted, like an inflated balloon being compressed into a thin strip, ready to explode with a "bang" at any time.

"You shouldn't touch that dream." Yu Ci's face was extremely cold, and he murmured in a low voice as if talking to himself, and his palms were suddenly closed.

The old ghost's soul body floated into the air uncontrollably, squeezed and deformed to the extreme, suddenly its eyes popped out, its temples bulged out with blue veins, its whole face was bruised and purple, under Yu Ci's expressionless gaze Here, it exploded with a "boom".

The exploded soul body turned into crystal bright fragments, and each fragment carried every memory of this soul.

The fragments will disappear after falling to the ground. Memory is the carrier of the soul body. A soul lacking memory can never enter reincarnation. It can only be driven into Fengdu by ghost messengers and become one of the lonely ghosts strung together on the sea of ​​swords and flames. It suffers from the flames of hell every day. Roast and torture with sharp blades.

Among the debris scattered in the air, there appeared the orphans, strapped to chairs.A middle-aged man and a doctor in a white coat appeared in the picture, and their ears were trimmed one by one to pointy, round, or strange shapes, but bloody.

Every fragment is filled with memories that make people angry, disgusted and resistant.

Yu Ci didn't look carefully, the severe pain suddenly swept his whole body, he suddenly knelt down on his knees, his whole body was shaking violently in pain and lying on the ground, as if he had been punished.

He knew very well that this was a punishment for violating the rules of the game.

Yu Ci gritted his teeth tightly and did not let out a painful grunt.

Feng Huai was startled when he saw this, and hurried over: "What's going on?"

After Yu Ci saw that Feng Huai was unharmed, he relaxed, said in a low voice, "I won't go to the infirmary", and then passed out.

Feng Huai frowned, so he had no choice but to lift Yu Ci up from the ground, and dragged the man slowly back to the other's dormitory—it's not hard to imagine how a comatose warden would be treated in a prison on death row.

After he threw the man onto the bed, he endured the pain in his chest and wobbled to his feet, before he took two steps, his vision darkened, and he passed out next to Yu Ci.

When Feng Huai woke up, he saw their warden lying in front of him, with the bridge of his straight nose almost touching his cheek, as long as he tilted his head slightly, he would brush against his thin lips.

His breathing was slightly messy, and he never expected that he would be lying so close to a man when he opened his eyes.

In particular, he noticed that his hands were clenched tightly on the other's clothes.

He recalled what happened a second before he lost consciousness, and he couldn't help but feel guilty—he was responsible for more than half of the current situation.

Feng Huai thought slowly, and decided to leave as if nothing happened.

As soon as he made a movement, Yu Ci woke up with a start, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Feng Huai was startled, subconsciously turned his head to look, and there was a soft and warm touch on his cheek.

Feng Huai widened his eyes slightly, and was surprised to see that their warden blushed.

The author has something to say: Feng Huai: I ate tofu and flirted with a man, as expected of me