Slag attack classification system

After all of them had finished their breakfast, one of the maids with a blank face appeared again like a ghost, without footsteps, as if floating in front of them.

The maid didn't say a word, but distributed tools such as shovels and barrels to each of them in a muffled voice.

When Zhao Zhenhe took the shovel, he accidentally touched the maid's hand. It was cold and completely without temperature, so he immediately withdrew his hand.

After the maid distributed the shovels, she opened the door of the villa and went out.

"Follow up," Zheng Zhen said, "For those who come to Nightmare for the first time, you may not know that the people in Nightmare World are just like NPCs in the game, and they will take you to complete various tasks or go to various places. After completing the mission, we may have a chance to find clues to escape from the nightmare, the sooner we find out, the better..."

"Follow up!"

It was snowing heavily outside, and the snowflakes were fluttering down, and the wind was so strong that it almost swept people into the sky.

As soon as Tang Zhi walked out, because the host was too weak, he fell to the ground and ate his mouth full of snow.

Several girls next to me smiled gloatingly.

Zhao Zhenhe hurried forward to pull Tang Zhi up, and patted the snow off his body.

Tang Zhi was shivering from the cold, "This body is too weak..."

Zhao Zhenhe was stunned for a while, and then started to move. He took off the outermost black down jacket and put it directly on Tang Zhi's red windbreaker. He squatted down and quickly pulled the zipper from bottom to top, Finally, he put on the hat of the down jacket and surrounded Tang Zhi tightly.

A set of movements came down smoothly, without any hesitation.

Tang Zhi rebelliously threw off the hat that Zhao Zhenhe had pulled up for him, "I don't like wearing hats."

While saying this, he took Zhao Zhenhe's hand, "Fuck, it's so cold..."

"It turns out that the NPC wants us to shovel snow." Zheng Zhen said.

The NPC left them outside the door and left. Everyone looked at it, from one end of the villa to the other end of the hillside, was covered with white snow, and there was no end in sight, as if the world was made of snow.

A man said, "When will I have to shovel so much snow? I can see that I'm so busy that I can't finish it. Isn't this the same as Yugong moving mountains?"

The other girl wearing a peaked cap echoed, "There are too many. If the clues to escape from the nightmare are under the snow, we may never find them."

"Don't give up yet!" Zheng Zhen raised his voice, trying to stir up everyone's emotions, "Although it seems very hopeless, if you don't do it, you will surrender to despair. We can't do this!"

Zheng Zhen is a teacher in an English training institution in the real world, and Shan Yuruo speaks very smoothly.

Everyone finished the bowl of chicken soup and started to work one after another.

The shovel was so heavy that some girls couldn't even hold it steadily. Everyone lowered their heads to shovel the snow, and carefully checked for any clues.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the newcomers who work the hardest are the newcomers, while the people who have entered the nightmare world two or three times are a little weak and not working very hard.

"They are all old fritters..." Zheng Zhen walked behind Zhao Zhenhe and Tang Zhi, and quietly said to them, "Actually, I also feel that today is a white job, and I can't find any clues at all. Sometimes NPCs It is to take us to a completely useless place to delay time, and every day we stay is one less person."

"Why do NPCs mislead us, is it good for them if someone dies?" Tang Zhi frowned slightly.

"Normally speaking, there is no such thing, but this world is so cruel." Zheng Zhen sighed, "We are like sacrifices in the nightmare world. No one knows who will die next, and no one knows who will die next." When does a person die?"

Zheng Zhen shut his mouth before he finished speaking, because he saw a few women in long gray dresses walking not far away—those maids came with things.

There were a total of 15 snow shovelers on the snow, and 15 maids carrying things also came.

Each maid went to a different person, uncovered the plate in her hand...the inside was the hot cream of mushroom soup, those maids lowered their heads, and the plates they lifted remained motionless.

These creamy mushroom soups are very different from the creamy mushroom soups they usually see. The soup served by the maid is pink, as if strawberry milk has been added. It contains not only cream, crushed mushrooms, but also some minced meat. It reminded Zhao Zhenhe of what he saw this morning.

Wait... The "click" and "click" sound last night... Could it be the sound of that thing chewing a human bone?

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhenhe's whole body turned cold, and the sweat on his back from shoveling the snow turned into a cold sweat. He took a step back and did not take the bowl of creamy mushroom soup.

The maid standing in front of him still kept her head buried. About half a minute later, she raised her big pale hand to cover the lid again, turned around and walked back stiffly.

Zhao Zhenhe heaved a sigh of relief, glanced out of the corner of his eyes, only to find that Tang Zhi beside him had picked up the bowl and slowly raised it to his lips.

A conditioned reflex, he wrapped Tang Zhi from behind, stretched his arms to push down the soup in Tang Zhi's hand, and then hugged Tang Zhi's 'body' with his back. After half a circle in mid-air, he turned around and took Tang Zhi Put it on the snow behind him.

Fortunately, the body of Tang Zhi, the host, was as light as a feather. Fortunately...Zhao Zhenhe looked at the mushroom soup on the ground...fortunately, it didn't splash.

The maid closed the lid expressionlessly, and turned away without caring about the soup spilled on the floor.

"Zhao Zhenhe, what's the matter with you, you don't let people drink soup..." Tang Zhi paused in the middle of his words, his eyes stopped on the mushroom soup spilled on the snow... there was a round The small beads on the back are fleshy and yellow, and there seems to be black and white intersecting on the front...Obviously, those are not mushrooms, but human eyes.

A few people who drank the soup not far away obviously also noticed the abnormality, threw away their bowls one after another, and lay down on the ground to retch.

The rest of the ten who didn't drink soup were also in a bad mood. They stood aside and didn't dare to look at the snow. After half an hour, everyone calmed down and started shoveling snow again.

The NPC didn't tell them to go back, so they couldn't go back to the villa. Everyone didn't have lunch, and they were diligently digging snow on the snow.

When it was almost dusk, Liu Tian, ​​a strong man, yelled, "I dug something!"

"what!!!"

All the people gathered excitedly and looked at a photo frame in Liu Tian's hand. Liu Tian patted the snow off the photo frame, and the picture inside the frame revealed a clear pattern. The picture inside the picture was a Buddhist temple—it was that This is an Indian-style temple with a pointed top and a round relic strung on it. The artist used oil paint to fill the sky around the relic with light.

"I found a clue, does this mean we can go back?" one of the newcomers asked excitedly.

"We found it, but we don't know how to use this thing, and we don't know if this is the final clue..." Liu Tian scratched his head, "What can this painting explain?"

"..."

The maids seemed to know that they had got the things, and they appeared in front of them again a few minutes later, taking them back to the villa.

The table is already full of tempting food, steak, grilled fish, foie gras, gingerbread... Everyone didn't have lunch, they were all hungry, and they couldn't care less, so they sat down and started eating.

Zhao Zhenhe watched as Tang Zhi ate three steaks, one grilled fish, two foie gras and ten pieces of gingerbread...

He looked at Tang Zhi's flat belly suspiciously.

"What are you looking at, do you want to touch it?" Zhao Zhenhe clearly looked at Tang Zhi's stomach, but Tang Zhi pointed at his pants and crotch.

Zhao Zhenhe: "..."

After eating and drinking, the maids automatically appeared to clean up the dishes, and a group of them returned to the living room, chatting around the stove.

"I don't know how to use this painting..." Liu Tian sighed deeply, "...I knew we wouldn't be let out so soon. I'm afraid we won't be able to leave before tonight."

When the word "night" was mentioned, everyone shuddered. The night in the nightmare world was equivalent to death. It was useless to find clues, which meant that one person would die tonight.

This can't help but make people even more unwilling.

Anxiety spread among the crowd even though they had already found something, yet they still wanted to sacrifice one person innocently.

At this time, Tang Zhi, who was standing beside Zhao Zhenhe, asked, "One must die at night, does that mean that if one of us dies naturally, those things won't kill us?"

"...It is such a truth, if one of us dies, then that thing will not come to kill. This has been verified, but how could someone die naturally..." Liu Tian paused, "Only May have been deliberately killed by another individual."

As soon as this sentence was said, the atmosphere immediately became extremely stiff. The most unpredictable thing in the world is not ghosts, but people's hearts——

And who can guarantee that one of the 15 of them will extend the knife to his sleeping partner in order to have a better chance of surviving.

At this time, there seems to be no difference between humans and ghosts.

The most frightening thing is that they can't lock the door for this reason. Locking the door may prevent killers with ulterior motives, but it also locks themselves in a claustrophobic space where monsters can come in at any time. Locking is dead, not locking is dead, This seemed to be a dead end.

"It's getting late, let's go back to rest early..." Liu Tian broke the silence, "Don't think too much, everyone, this is fate..."

Everyone stood up and walked up to the second floor.It's just that before they returned to their room this time, there was an extra layer of vigilance in their eyes.

Night came again.