Deadly Cards [Unlimited]

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In the wooden house, Nan Jia was lying on the bed bored, looking sideways at Ruan Mingxiu beside him.

White short-sleeved and black trousers, such a simple match looks good on Ruan Mingxiu.

Nan Jia glanced enviously, then remembered the conditions for entering the game, and looked at Ruan Mingxiu with pity.

How can you think of suicide when you are so good-looking?Nan Jia turned over and lay sideways on the bed, looking up and down at Ruan Mingxiu.

This person doesn't have much expression, and he always looks depressed. Could it be that he is broken in love?

There was a glimmer of light in Nanjia's eyes, and he opened his mouth: "Ruan Mingxiu."

"Um"

"I think life is still long, so don't be too hard on love. If one fails, there will be another one. It is commonly known as bye bye, bye bye, and the next one will be better." Nanjia propped his head and said solemnly.

Ruan Mingxiu tilted his head, his brows were full of doubts: "Love?"

Nan Jia froze for a moment: "You haven't lost your love?"

Ruan Mingxiu was even more puzzled: "Break in love?"

Nan Jia looked at the person in front of her with some horror in her eyes: "Have you never been in love?"

"Dating?" Ruan Mingxiu slapped Nanjia on the forehead with a series of three questions.

Nanjia felt as if he had encountered Waterloo in his life, so he stabilized his emotions and opened his mouth: "Why did you come in?"

At this time, Ruan Mingxiu frowned slightly, thought for a while, and threw an unknown at Nanjia: "I don't know."

Nanjia's face froze, and he lay down again: "I heard from He Quan that you went together, so you passed two books, what kind of cards did you get?"

"Ace of spades and 2 of spades." Ruan Mingxiu was lying flat on the bed, answering Nanjia's question.

In order?Then this is my first book, and if I can pass it smoothly, I will have an Ace of Spades.

I remember that stupid machine told He Quan that this game is exclusively for spades, and it is also about collecting cards.

Nanjia was clever, sat up from the bed and looked at Ruan Mingxiu: "I don't want to pass 13 dungeons!"

Ruan Mingxiu was still lying on his back: "This is the condition I know for now."

Nanjia showed embarrassment, and lay down on the bed again with grievances. She wanted to cry without tears, and sent herself to a place where ghosts could be seen at any time with a joke. What kind of luck is this.

The room was quiet again, and the lights were turned off according to the time. It was exactly eight o'clock, but looking through the window, it didn't look like eight o'clock in the evening at all, it was more like midnight.

Lying on the bed, it is summer after all, and there is not even a fan in the wooden house, so it is so stuffy that it is difficult to breathe.

Nanjia closed her eyes and slowly recalled from the beginning. After thinking about it for about a minute, Nanjia opened her eyes suddenly, sat up from the bed again and looked in the direction of the toilet.

When I entered the amusement park, it seemed that I was the only one who received a voice from that silly machine, adding some bad luck buff.

It turned out to be waiting for him here, Nan Jia narrowed his eyes slightly.

No wonder Ruan Mingxiu looked at him suspiciously in the afternoon, this feeling was so good that he was the only one who encountered this situation.

Nan Jia wanted to open his mouth to serve the [-]th generation ancestor of the machine voice immediately, but turned around and found that Ruan Mingxiu had fallen asleep, so he closed Nan Jia's mouth that wanted to serve his ancestor.

It was terribly quiet outside, and the people beside him had already started to sleep evenly, Nan Jia had to sigh that Ruan Mingxiu was really big-hearted.

After a long time, Nanjia's eyelids also began to fight, and his consciousness gradually disappeared after turning over.

About two hours later, a rustling sound kept ringing in my ears.

Nanjia turned over several times, but finally couldn't help but opened her eyes, and when she got up from the bed, she found that Ruan Mingxiu was already sitting upright.

"Did you hear that too?" Nanjia asked while sitting on the bed, her eyelids wrestling.

"Yeah." Ruan Mingxiu raised his head and looked at the ceiling: "It's passed down from above."

"above?"

Nanjia recalled how it looked when he first entered the wooden house. Although it was not big, the wooden house had two floors. When entering the door, the stairs to the second floor indicated that entry was prohibited.

Apart from their so-called players, only the director is left here. What is the director doing upstairs in the middle of the night?

The atmosphere between the two froze a bit, and after a while, Nan Jia's expression changed, and his voice became softer: "Did you hear... crying?"

Ruan Mingxiu paused and turned his head to look at Nanjia. Nanjia raised his head, but his eyes still did not move away from the ceiling.

The wooden board separated from the second floor is now emitting black mist from the edge.

This Nanjia knows that before people die, he can see some black things, although only occasionally, but the accuracy rate is [-]%.

According to this scale, there is more than one person facing death on the upper floor of his room, so where did these inexplicably extra people come from?

There is nothing during the day.

"Children's?" Ruan Mingxiu glanced at Nanjia, then looked away.

"Ah?" Nan Jia, who was thinking, didn't hear Ruan Mingxiu's voice clearly, and asked directly.

"Listen carefully, it's the cry of a child." Ruan Mingxiu lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

Nanjia frowned, raised her head and continued to look at the ceiling, the cry was very small, and it was indeed very thin when she listened carefully.

The principal kidnapped the child?Nanjia couldn't help frowning again, and stared straight at the place that was still glowing with black air.

However, in the next second, the blood in Nanjia's whole body froze instantly, and his body seemed to be nailed, unable to move.

In the narrow gap of the ceiling, one eye was fixedly staring at Nanjia, and then, as if being squeezed by something, the eyeball burst out directly along the small gap.

The cloudy liquid seeped down from the ceiling drop by drop, but the force of the squeeze didn't stop, followed by the whole head and another eyeball.

The head was pressed out of the gap in an extremely twisted posture, and the two dark eye sockets were still staring at Nanjia.

Can't move... Nanjia's stomach is like a big man twisting a towel, nausea, nausea, and rushes to his throat mercilessly.

The squeezed and deformed head, the liquid in the head could not bear the pressure and overflowed from the ears bit by bit, the corner of the mouth was caught by something, and the whole face was torn in half.

That weird and gloomy mouth was smiling at Nanjia.

A burst of cold black mist gradually enveloped Nanjia, and the bloody smell rushed into the nostrils like a torrential flood.

Ruan Mingxiu...····

Nanjia wanted to open his mouth, but no sound could come out. The face that was torn in two was getting closer and closer, and the pink brain mixed with viscous slurry was squeezed and crushed by the small cracks.

The blood beads seemed to have fallen on the face, and that face was already close at hand.

"Brother~ Let's play a game."