The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

The studio is cramped, about ten square meters.

Although Su Nanzhi came twice, she didn't notice it.

The studio is embedded in the interior of the castle. The narrow space is dull and damp, illuminated by the cold light at dusk outside, revealing the dusty things inside.

The studio is surrounded by a circle of works, which are basically the life of the young master in various places in the castle.

There are those who eat snacks in the rose garden, those who crave grapefruits under the trees in summer, and those who fiddle with water lilies in the lake pavilion by boat...

There are big and small ages, and the placement is not regular, but without exception.

They all have no face.

From the breach to the inside, it can be completed in a few minutes.

There are only things related to painting in the house, and some solidified blood, but nothing else can be found.

There are still five or six hours until 12 o'clock in the evening.

Wang Xingzhi said: "The resentful ghost in the painting will not let us go. Today we tore up the people's lair, and he will definitely find us tonight."

Thinking of the grieving ghost holding a hatchet in the painting and smashing his face to pieces.

Su Nanzhi couldn't help but reached out and touched her cheek, realizing the horror of the dungeon boss.

He was so frightened that he was about to cry, he suppressed the tears in his pupils, and sniffed his nose to keep the tears from falling.

"Then what should we do?" Su Nanzhi's voice was muffled, subconsciously looking at Gu Jingshuang.

The other party was very indifferent. After seeing his eyes, not only did he not comfort him like before, but he was extremely indifferent.

Su Nanzhi pinched the soft flesh on her cheek.

Why is Sick Gu Jingshuang like this?

He subconsciously thought that the other party must have forgotten to take the medicine and felt unwell.

Although Su Nanzhi didn't realize it, Wang Xingzhi was a fine person, and he almost quickly noticed the weird atmosphere between the two.

I thought that the two had a very good personal relationship, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

This is a good opportunity to step in.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to make friends with God Gu will only benefit the current situation and the future.

Wang Xingzhi made a probing statement to judge Gu Shen's attitude.

"Senior Nan Zhi can't do anything about it, what can us ordinary people do?"

Su Nanzhi looked at him sadly.

Those dark pupils were like a puddle of water. Wang Xingzhi said that he couldn't stop the fear and shed tears.

Crystal clear teardrops flowed across the cheeks, silently gathering on the small pointed chin.

Wang Xingzhi grabbed his hair, turned his face away, raised his eyebrows high, and said impatiently: "You are so delicate! Are you made of water?"

It's annoying to cry.

An annoyance that has never been seen before, like a cat's claws, retracting its sharp claws, and gently scratching with its flesh pads.

The spinal cord is numb and itchy.

This feeling has never been felt before, it is intimidating and frightening.

Wang Xingzhi ground his teeth, his eyes were deep.

Horror game live broadcast is not a game that focuses on killing people.

I don't know when it started, it has a life-saving rule.

Everyone can quit the game no more than three times, but after each quit, the punishment will be upgraded.

The first time I quit, it was the pain of dismembering the body and chopping the bones.

The second exit is the horror of soul tearing.

The third time...the dead are not returned.

So far, no one knows exactly what it will be like to withdraw for the third time. People who are driven by desire never shrink back.

Wang Xingzhi is one of them. He routinely gives newcomers the exit method of science popularization, but he never comes to persuade them to quit.

But at this time, he was stunned.

Looking at those wet eyes, the corners of his lips were hardened.

"It doesn't work, you can quit."

"Exit?" Su Nanzhi looked ignorant.

Gu Jingshuang sneered, and looked at Su Nanzhi with eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.

"Oh, good idea."

Su Nanzhi was not stupid enough to ask the two of them directly, so he hurriedly asked Mr. System.

"Mr. System, after participating in the game, can I quit? Can I also quit the game?"

Mr. System sighed: "I can't."

Then patiently explained: "Host, you were supposed to be one of the bosses of this dungeon, but because you were too weak after death, you were later haunted by ghosts. Essentially, you are an npc, and you must, must be the same as the boss. This dungeon is bound, and you cannot survive without the dungeon...but now a little accident happened, and you became a special npc. But even a special npc is fundamentally different from a player."

The system emphasizes: "Players can have three chances to quit, but special npcs don't. The only way for you to leave the instance is to clear the instance, or..."

Before the system finished speaking, the voice behind it suddenly turned into a garbled code, which made Su Nanzhi's ears hurt.

Wang Xingzhi saw that his eyes were troubled, so he clicked: "It's too late to quit now."

Indeed, now that he is withdrawing, he will not do anything to him. Once the second batch of players arrive, no matter what Su Nanzhi's identity is, they will not let him go.

Because someone from the x organization asked for something in this dungeon.

Once the dungeon battle starts, even Gu Shen has to give way.

At the same time, several big names on the list airborne to the live broadcast room.

As soon as they come up, they spread money and flowers, making the atmosphere in the live broadcast room high.

【what happened?Wow, why did the boss appear in the live broadcast room? 】

[Wow, it's the goddess of ice and ice! ! 】

[Is this dungeon going to the second batch of people? 】

Several rich and powerful people expressed their opinions in the live broadcast room.

[In two days, we will enter the dungeon to join the king team, please support us a lot~]

One sentence stirred up a thousand waves.

[Isn't it, is everyone so crazy in order to open up new dungeons? 】

[The ice goddesses are here, hahaha, they are here to chase God, right? 】

[Maybe it is true, the ice goddess can have the SSR succubus heart in her hand, even Gu Shen can't resist it. 】

【Where did you put Jasmine? 】

[Will there be someone who likes a high-altitude flower like Gu Shen?I am so looking forward to the day when Gu Shen falls in love! ! 】

[Go away, don't make an appointment, take Gu Shen away. 】

……

At this moment, Su Nanzhi still didn't know anything about the upcoming events.

He told Wang Xingzhi, "I won't go."

After knowing that she couldn't leave the dungeon, Su Nanzhi began to concentrate on studying the dungeon.

There are faceless paintings in the studio, basically pointing to the same person.

he himself.

Su Nanzhi can be sure that the person in the painting is herself.

The resentful ghost in the painting is angry with himself, does it come from the adoptive father?

Su Nanzhi really wanted to know what happened here after she died.

He kicked over the rubble and saw the paintings pressed under the stone.

Blue sky and white clouds, there is no castle covered with roses yet.

The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the white gauze flutters, and the young master is asleep on the retro-colored big bed.

The young master has no face and is wearing vintage pajamas.

Upon closer inspection, I found that he was clutching one side of his clothes tightly, looking a little nervous.

There are no re-drawn colors and lines, just a very smooth outline, which makes people suddenly see it.

But it was this tiny detail that made Su Nanzhi aware of it.

The person in the painting may not be himself.

Even if they are wearing the same clothes and doing similar movements, there are still differences in the details.

He hurriedly picked up several other paintings and made some comparisons.

In several paintings, the "little young master" in the painting is quietly clutching the corner of his clothes.

Even if he couldn't see that face, he couldn't ignore the dull and limp hair of "Little Master".

This is completely different from Su Nanzhi!

Su Nanzhi's hair is fluffy and soft, even with a little curl. The top of her hair is always curled up with disobedient hair. Every time she takes care of it, it always takes a lot of time.

But the other party is not him, why wear the same clothes and do the same actions?

Crows are croaking outside the window, and the sky here is always gloomy, full of moist water vapor.

Su Nanzhi looked up at the sky.

The blue sky and clouds of various colors in my impression gradually faded and turned into a completely unfamiliar scene.

"What did you find?" Wang Xingzhi asked: "After searching for so many days, I finally found something related to the painting. After walking around for several times, there is not even a decent road."

no way?

Su Nanzhi was startled.

"Why is there no road here?"

Su Nanzhi remembered clearly.

There are several villas next to the castle. When I was a child, I could climb to my neighbor’s elder brother’s house in just a few minutes.

Disappeared now?

Su Nanzhi couldn't believe it, he told Gu Jingshuang and Wang Xingzhi, "I'll go out for a while."

From the beginning to the present, I am afraid that no one has seriously seen the whole picture outside the villa.

Su Nanzhi walked with her legs, following the direction in her memory.

Ten minutes later, Wang Xingzhi and Gu Jingshuang followed.

Su Nanzhi stood far away from the castle, with nothing in front of her.

He realized that someone was coming beside him, and reached out to grab the corner of his clothes, with a very dazed expression on his face.

"Is this the real world?"

Standing beside him, Gu Jingshuang looked down and saw the crystal light in his almond eyes flickering around.

Oh, cry again.

Then when he saw the boy, he held back his tears.

The flushed eyelids trembled slightly, and the tip of the small nose wrinkled.

Gu Jingshuang is used to seeing life and death, so she is indifferent.

Never care about the feelings of people around.

emotion?

Weak fools have nothing but death.

The world chooses the best, and the strength will never change.

He took out the broken sugar in the bag and sprinkled it on the ground.

"You can understand that."

His voice was indifferent, and the air was filled with the aroma of cherry blossom powdered sugar, but there was no trace of it.

Su Nanzhi saw Tang Sui and didn't speak.

I just looked at Gu Jingshuang, took out another one, and handed it to him with a sigh: "It must have been broken in the studio, it's too bad. This is the last one, don't break it again~"

Again.

He stuffed sugar into Gu Jingshuang's palm, but he didn't want it at all.

He is not happy, not happy.

Gu Jingshuang pursed her lips, and threw the sugar back into Su Nanzhi's arms.

"I do not need."

"What happened to you?"

Su Nanzhi didn't understand.

Looking at Gu Jingshuang's back as he walked further and further away, Su Nanzhi felt that he was so miserable that he didn't even have a friend.

Such a weak body and a bad temper.

He tore open the cherry blossom candy, licked it in his mouth, and shouted at Gu Jingshuang: "You don't want me to eat it!"

Gu Jingshuang didn't even look back.

Su Nanzhi suddenly felt a little wronged.

A sour feeling came to my mind.

All around is gone.

Brother housekeeper, neighbors 1, 2, and 3 also disappeared.

The world is so big, there is only a lonely castle.

Gu Jingshuang was even more aggressive towards him.

Water dangled in his eye sockets, and he ground the cherry blossom sugar, but he couldn't feel the sweetness anymore.

He choked up and whispered, "Gu Jingshuang, I don't want to be number one in the world with you."

Gu Jingshuang heard it.