Paranoid Beauty reigns supreme at Infinite Game

Scary should be that scary.

Most of the skyline in the distance has been swallowed up by black, and it spreads to the center little by little.

On the dense and gloomy cemetery, a beautiful figure with colorful lights wanders nimbly among them.

Zhu Chang'an waved a thick baseball bat to smash the body of the rotting corpse, and he walked down the mountain in a smart way. Everywhere he passed was mutilated limbs and the stench that filled the air.

He turned sideways, grabbed the club that was swung from his side, raised his foot and kicked the carrion next to him away, and then looked at the trembling Yan Kong with a half-smile.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I wanted to hit that zombie..."

Zhu Changan let go of his hand, felt the stickiness in his palm, and frowned, "If there is another time, I won't be rude to you."

Yan Kong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Zhu Chang'an's faint voice again.

"It's going to be dark soon."

Zhu Changan clasped the head of the carrion rushing over with his dirty right hand, twisted it to the right to break it off, and threw it away casually.

His voice is singing like a seductive siren, magnetic and melodious.

"I don't know if there is a moon tonight. The bright moonlight makes me more interested in hunting."

Yan Kong was terrified, and began to wave the bat in his hand recklessly to attack the rotting corpses blocking the way down the mountain, letting the disgusting rotten meat splash on him, just wanting to go down the mountain and go back to the old woman's house.

But there are more and more rotting corpses in front of them, the stench makes people's scalp numb, and the highly rotten flesh dangles in front of them, causing a very large visual impact.

Just as the number of scratches and bites on his body gradually increased, and he was about to lose his grip on the club, a gust of wind brushed against his ears, and the rotting corpse whose claws were only a dozen centimeters away from his face suddenly flew upside down, heavily The ground fell on a grave bag, and his body was shattered to pieces.

Zhu Changan shuttled among the hordes of carrion corpses like a cheetah, and every time he made a move, several carrion corpses fell in response, his movements were neat and elegant.

He seemed to be enjoying it very much, his beautiful face was full of excitement, and his attacks became more and more ruthless.

"Tsk. This efficiency seems a bit slow."

After Zhu Changan crushed the neck of a rotting corpse with his bare hands, he was a little troubled watching the rotting corpses constantly pouring over.

He simply threw away the baseball bat, bit the index finger of his left hand, raised his hand and drew a rune that Yan Kong couldn't understand, and whispered dumb and obscure words in his mouth.

The talisman between the eyebrows exudes a blood-red light, making Zhu Chang'an extremely coquettish, like a vampire coming into the world.

Yan Kong stared blankly at the restless rotting corpses that were swarming to surround Zhu Changan, they all froze in place, and even the rotting corpses around him turned around and walked towards Zhu Changan.

The red light of the rune became more and more intense. Yan Kong, who was looking directly at it, felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and closed his eyes subconsciously. Zhu Changan in the middle closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up timidly.

Zhu Chang'an opened his eyes, and the scarlet color in his eyes was fleeting.

He looked up at the layers of branches and leaves, and through the shadows of the trees, he saw the dark blue sky covered by dark clouds.

"It's a pity that there is no moon.."

Zhu Changan shifted his gaze to Yan Kong and tilted his head, "Is there one left?"

Yan Kong didn't even have time to react, Zhu Changan had already come to him, his pale but powerful hand tightly strangled his neck, and the suffocation spread instantly.

"I, I'm not..."

Zhu Changan looked at Yan Kong's struggling and painful appearance, his mind moved, and he threw Yan Kong away with loose fingers.

The side effects brought to him by the night affected his sanity and made it difficult for him to control himself.

Suddenly, a very shrill scream came from the distant village, even at such a long distance, it was still heart-piercing.

Zhu Changan was diverted from the point of interest and walked slowly towards the village.

In the gloomy village, only one family was lit, and the rest of the houses were plunged into the darkness, hiding their activities under the shadows, and the source of the screams could not be found.

Zhu Changan stopped at the fork in the road, staring at Dai Dongliang's house with starry eyes full of night, where the gate was closed and the orange lights flickered.

A thick evil spirit hovered over the roof.

Just as he was about to step over, a system notification sounded in his ears.

[Player please find a place to live as soon as possible, otherwise it will be considered a mission failure. 】

He frowned displeasedly, but turned back to the old man's house.

The old man did not lock the door, and when Zhu Changan opened the door to enter, she lit a candle and was about to return to her room.

I thought they had listened to the persuasion and left, but now seeing Zhu Changan go and come back, they are not angry anymore, but just said coldly: "It's hard to persuade you, damn ghost. You can do it yourself."

But Zhu Changan said slowly, "The writing on the outer wall of your house is the same as the writing on Dai Zhaodi's grave. What relationship do you have with her?"

Hearing Dai Zhaodi's name, the old man's body visibly trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the candle in his hand.

"The more you get to the bottom of it, the faster you will die." The old man pushed open the door, "You are a foreigner, I don't want to harm you."

The door was closed.

Zhu Changan's expression was gloomy, and he quietly pushed open the door of another room.

A few candles were placed on a small stool in the corner to barely illuminate the room. The bed in the room was fairly clean, without thick accumulation of dust, and there were traces of broom sweeping on the floor.

It seems that although the old man was not happy for them to stay overnight, he still kindly helped them clean the room.

Nothing wrong with it except the smell.

Just as Zhu Changan sat down by the bed, hesitant footsteps sounded outside the door.

Yan Kong stood pitifully at the door, and seeing Zhu Changan's gaze fell on him, he backed away immediately, "Brother, can I not come in at the door? I promise I won't step into the house and never appear in your sight range." Inside."

Zhu Changan suddenly smiled, propping his chin like a king sitting on the throne, "What are you afraid of, come in."

Yan Kong was at a loss, how could this man be so moody, he almost strangled himself just now, and now he is smiling as if nothing happened.

Could it be schizophrenia?

If it weren't for the fact that he really didn't dare to go to other people's house to stay overnight, otherwise he wouldn't run back to Zhu Chang'an like a masochist.

"Put out the candles."

When Yan Kong passed the small stool, Zhu Changan asked him to turn off the only light source, and despite all his reluctance, he obediently did so.

Without the lighting of the candles, the whole room was pitch black, and only a dim light from outside the window came in, blurring the figure of the person.

Yan Kong huddled in a small place at the end of the bed, his nerves had been tense all the time, he finally had a space to breathe, he didn't care about Zhu Changan, and fell asleep in a daze, before going to bed, he took a look at Zhu Changan .

Zhu Changan didn't seem to plan to rest, and sat on the bed with his back to him.

In the middle of the night, a gust of wind blew chills down one's spine, blowing away the drowsy Yan Kong's dream.

He opened his sleepy eyes, and in a trance, he found that Zhu Changan was still sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to him.

Yan Kong said subconsciously, "Brother, aren't you still asleep?"

The room was dead silent.

The chill of the night wind stimulated the brain.

Yan Kong stared at Zhu Changan's back, swallowed, and countless horrific images flashed in his mind.

He no longer had the courage to speak, his whole body was stiff and motionless, not daring to blink or breathe, he stared at Zhu Changan's back with his breath closed.

Sudden.

Zhu Chang'an's figure moved, and he turned his head slowly, facing Yan Kong little by little, his movements were slow and mechanical.

The other party's beautiful and pale face was reflected in Yan Kong's eyes, it was perfect without flaws, and his voice was still sweet and sexy.

"I can not sleep."

Just as Yan Kong wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, complaining about making a fuss and scaring himself, he saw Zhu Changan's face getting closer and closer.

His body was still facing Yan Kong, but his neck seemed to be able to extend infinitely, sending his head in front of him like a twisted snake.

Yan Kong's blood coagulated, his pupils contracted, and he was screaming and struggling to release danger signals in his consciousness, but his body was uncontrollably stiff and unable to move.

"I'm so hungry, I haven't had dinner yet."

Zhu Chang'an's face was pressed against Yan Kong's, nose touching nose.

Accompanied by his words, a strong stench emanated from Zhu Changan's mouth.

His face began to fall off and rot, his eyeballs were shriveled, and countless white maggots came out from Zhu Changan's eye sockets and under his skin, crawling onto Yan Kong's face.

"You are so delicious, can I have a taste?"

Yan Kong, who couldn't do anything, could only let the maggots and rotten teeth eat his flesh, his pupils were filled with Zhu Changan's distorted face...

When the first ray of evil spirit emerged in the room, Zhu Chang'an woke up from the state of doze.

He looked out of the window, and the silhouette of a human figure was outlined by the swaying shadows of nothingness.

Yan Kong at the end of the bed curled up, trembling unceasingly, as if he was experiencing a terrible nightmare.

The corner of Zhu Chang'an's mouth curled up, "It's not okay to be scary like this."

As he spoke, he suddenly bent down and looked under the bed, facing an ugly face.

"Scary people should be so scary."

Unprepared, he was surprised by Zhu Changan's surprise attack and the carrion hidden under the bed. He met Zhu Changan's eyes and subconsciously crawled back a few steps.

Zhu Changan got off the bed, kicked the side of the bed, and kicked the bed a distance away, Yan Kong at the end of the bed also fell off the bed, a jitter woke up from the nightmare.

"I sent them here even though I knew they wouldn't be able to hurt them...don't be a bare-bones commander."

He picked up the rotting corpse, pushed open the window, ignored a group of rotting corpses standing still outside the window, and threw the rotting corpse that looked like a baby chicken in his hand.

Then he took out the unused mineral water Yan Kong gave him and washed his hands, leaned against the edge of the bed again, and said to the dizzy Yan Kong on the ground, "You seem to have had a good dream."

It took Yan Kong a long time to recover. Looking at his seriously declining mental value on the panel, he took out a bottle of palliative agent purchased with a lot of money and downed it in one gulp. As the mental value rose, the hallucinations in front of him disappeared little by little.

"What are you drinking?"

Seeing Yan Kong's pale face improved a lot in an instant, Zhu Chang'an became a little curious.

"A palliative, it can be used to restore mental value...Brother, don't you know about a palliative?"

In fact, Yan Kong felt strange a long time ago. Not only did Zhu Changan download the dungeon without any props, but he also seemed to know nothing about many functions of the system, just like a novice.

"Should I know?"

Yan Kong choked, "Except for the rookies who just entered the game, everyone knows the importance of moderators, which are simply life-saving things."

Speaking of this, he thought of the man with glasses, "I guess that man's mental value dropped too low all of a sudden, and he no longer had the sense to use palliatives, so he cleared his death."

Zhu Chang'an chuckled when he heard the words, "What a coincidence, I am the rookie you mentioned."

Yan Kong: "..."

Zhu Changan didn't feel sleepy at first, but he happened to be full of curiosity about this game, so he asked Yan Kong to give him a brief explanation.

This showed that he knew that the system weakened him not only in terms of attributes, but even the newcomer gift pack that every newcomer player had had disappeared directly from Zhu Changan.

But Zhu Chang'an didn't care, the things inside were like waste products to him, even if they didn't exist.

When Yan Kong mentioned the cannibalism between players, his eyes flashed.

"You said that killing a person can get all the property of the other person?"

Yan Kong nodded, and when he saw Zhu Changan's obviously excited expression, he felt like sitting on pins and needles. He was afraid that Zhu Changan, who had nothing, would miss him, and quickly added: "But killing people will be red-named. Red-named players will be the priority for all monsters to attack when they enter the instance. objects, and rewards will be deducted when the dungeon is settled.”

Zhu Changan squinted his eyes when he heard the words, and suddenly asked without beginning or end: "What happens when the player dies?"

Yan Kong was taken aback, "That's right, dead, there is no chance of resurrection..."

He paused for half a second as he spoke, as if recalling something, he said slowly: "I once saw a player die suddenly in the game lobby, and then his body slowly became transparent and finally disappeared... I thought it was him He was killed, but the game hall does not allow killing, and I later found out that he was deprived of the game qualification because his desire to resurrect was too low."

Zhu Chang'an focused on the first half of the sentence, "The corpse will disappear..."

He thought for a while, then sneered, "It seems that this game is not a good thing."

"Brother, what do you mean?"

Zhu Changan asked back, "Has anyone successfully revived this game?"

Yan Kong shook his head, "I don't know, the resurrection value required for resurrection is too much, even now the scoreboard is still far behind. But I'm not sure if anyone has been resurrected before."

Zhu Changan pointed out, "Resurrecting a person is tantamount to changing one's fate against the sky. Not to mention whether the game can successfully resurrect the player, but the price required for the resurrection. How can it bear it?"

Regardless of Yan Kong's sluggish expression, he deduced the core of the game on his own.

"Since the resurrection depends on the resurrection value, but the wool comes from the sheep, the player has not provided any valuable things for the game from the beginning to the end. Then the resurrection value has only one function besides prolonging the player's game time... Let more Players entered the instance for the resurrection value, and then died."

The more Zhu Changan talked, the colder his eyes grew, "Allowing people to kill and sell goods is to make players kill each other, and the red name is to get rid of the players who kill and sell goods. The spirit value is zero and the death is too low. The desire is too low to die... It's wonderful."

"People who died in vain are very good for evil spirits."

"I'm afraid this is not a gift of mercy from the gods, but a way for evil spirits to eat people."

The author says:

Yan Kong: rookie..

Wish Chang'an: Smile jpg;

Yan Kong: It's me!