Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

Mountain Village Ghost Story 11

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Huangmao's pale lips trembled. He was not the first player to come to this dungeon. He knew that it was useless to question an NPC like this.

He gradually let go of his hand, and pushed Qi Sixian aside, Qi Sixian looked at Huangmao as if he was insane, stepped aside and patted his chest with lingering fear, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Huang Mao pulled her hair remorsefully, lowered her head deeply, and sobbed: "It's all my fault, I'm the one who dragged her in, I'm the one who hurt her."

"Wait!" He Mian stood up and said, "Maybe Yali is not dead yet, we haven't heard the reminder from the dungeon, if it's downsizing, the dungeon will have a reminder."

【Ding!Attention all dungeon players, player Sun Yali has died, and the difficulty of the dungeon has increased by 5%, please continue to work hard to protect your companions! 】

Huang Mao's eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, he slammed the wooden table hard, stood up and said: "I'm going to find her, I'm going to avenge her!"

"Calm down!" He Mian stopped him, "We can't downsize any more! If you die, the difficulty of the dungeon will increase—"

Before he could finish speaking, he received a solid punch on the face, and he took a few steps back and fell on the bed.

Huang Mao was so angry that his face was almost distorted. He still couldn't help it, he stepped forward and grabbed He Mian's collar, and when he was about to punch him again, He Mian threw a faint electric light at Huang Mao. .

Huang Mao was paralyzed by the electric current for a moment, and regained a bit of reason, still panting with anger, and said: "You are a bastard!"

He Mian's face was gloomy, fine electric currents jumped on his skin, and he said: "What I said is the truth."

A flame burst out of Huang Mao's eyes, white smoke began to emit from his body, and a faint burnt smell filled the air.

"Calm down!" Zhang Wenwen stopped the two people who were about to fight each other in time, pushed them away, and said, "Now is not the time to fight, we still have to continue the mission!"

"Student," Qi Sixian who was on the side turned pale with fright, his clothes were still wrinkled after being pulled, "You guys, what are you arguing about?"

His question made Huang Mao calm down. Now is not the time for infighting. If he doesn't work together to pass the task, then he may be the next to die.

The sister's head is missing.

Zhou Yan knew that the cry heard in the villager's house today should be from the girl with a younger sister's head, and the row of disappearing footprints was probably hers.

"We need to exchange the information we got from the villagers," Zhou Yan said, "Your girlfriend, if I'm not mistaken, she died after violating certain rules while performing a mission. Her cries were heard inside the houses of the villagers."

Huang Mao asked eagerly: "What did you hear! What did you see!"

Zhou Yan: "I heard her screams, and a row of black footprints appeared on the road. She must have been punished in some way, and after she couldn't stand it, she ran outside, but finally disappeared."

Huang Mao's eyes were red again, and he sat down on the chair slumped.

"There are some untouchable taboos in this village, and her death is also a warning to us." Zhou Yan glanced at Huangmao apologetically, and continued, "So, the feudal customs of Huaishui Village obtained today are likely to be It is a necessary criterion for our survival, and if the rules are violated, there will be punishment."

"I wrote that you must close your eyes when you sleep at night." Huang Chunling said with lingering fear.

"Mine is, scooping up rice must be done twice, because, because once is for the dead." After He Mian finished speaking, his face turned pale with fright, believing that he had encountered something terrible in that villager's house.

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Everyone shared the information they had obtained about feudal superstitions, which were basically unimaginable taboos.

"Wei Xing, what are your taboos?" Zhang Wenwen looked at Wei Xing, who was covered in water, with a strange expression on his face.

Just as Wei Xing wanted to speak, he covered his neck in confusion and shook his head. He felt as if something had grown in his throat, blocking his throat, and he was a little out of breath.

"Cough cough!" Wei Xing coughed vigorously, trying to spit out the blockage that blocked his throat, his face turned red instantly, and then he even wanted to use his fingers to press the base of his tongue to induce vomiting.

"vomit--"

"Wei Xing! What's wrong with you!" Zhang Wenwen stepped forward to support him, her eyes were full of panic, and she shouted eagerly: "Wei Xing, what's wrong with you! What happened!"

Wei Xing couldn't speak at the moment, his head gradually moved upwards, and his whole face slowly turned towards the sky. He began to open his mouth as wide as he could, but his eyes widened in horror to the limit, and the entire eyeball was almost protruding. It was covered with bloodshot red threads.

It seemed that an inexplicable force was making him open his mouth against his will.

Veins protruded from his neck, and they surged like earthworms under his skin like a living thing. The dense blood spots at his Adam's apple gradually appeared, and finally formed an extremely complicated dark red spell.

One only needs to look at the spell to feel the vicious resentment contained in the pattern. This is a spell mixed with countless sorcerers.

Wei Xing's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and when he seemed to want to say something, everyone could clearly hear a click.

His jaw was dislocated.

And his mouth is still growing endlessly, the corners of his mouth are torn, revealing bright red tender flesh, viscous blood gurgles from his wound, as if an invisible hand forcefully opened his mouth .

Zhang Wenwen let go of him screaming, looking at him with fear on his face.

The next scene made everyone present feel their scalps go numb.

Five bloody fingers protruded from his throat, gently resting on his blood-soaked teeth. These five fingers were skinned, and one could even see the white bones covered in blood and flesh, as well as blue and white. The purple meridian is throbbing.

And his left hand, as if the ball was sucked out of gas, began to slowly dry up, leaving only the drooping translucent and disgusting human skin.

That layer of yellow human skin was like his coat, and Wei Xing was slowly taking off his skin against his will.

At this time, a whole blood-red arm with peeling skin stretched out from the wide open mouth, and it flicked blindly in the air, with five bloody fingers stretched out, as if grabbing something, a little bit of blood stained it. on the ground.

Immediately, his other bloody arm protruded from his mouth in the same way. Two blood-red arms with peeled skin protruded from his gaping mouth at the same time, bending their arms, grabbing him from both sides. With the sound of the pulling of the flesh, Wei Xing's entire skin was peeled off from the mouth as if taking off the skin.

The skin on the face, neck, chest, and legs was peeled off one by one by the bloody hands.

Accompanied by the unimaginable mucus rubbing sound, yellow fat lumps also fell into the pool of blood, and as the bloody hand gradually peeled off the skin, a limp flesh-colored leather case piled up in the pool of blood.

Without the support of the eyelids, the two round eyeballs also fell on the layers of breathing skin.

Wei Xing, who was skinned by himself, was left with a bloody body. He seemed to be still alive, with an unknown sob in his throat, and his two blood-holed eye sockets looked at the sky outside the door. Before he died, he seemed to want to Say something to the world.

He took a few steps forward as if he didn't know the pain, and finally fell to the ground.

【Ding!Attention all dungeon players, player Wei Xing died, the dungeon difficulty increased by 5%, please continue to work hard to protect your companions! 】

The system's prompt sounded in everyone's minds.

But none of them dared to speak, they were all terrified by this horrific scene, even Zhang Wenwen tightly covered his mouth to avoid shouting.

Witnessing a living life die in such a tragic way, no one can be calm.

The horror of this dungeon is beyond everyone's imagination. In just a few hours, two teammates died in such a tragic way.

And he died with such a strange and terrifying method of cursing and killing.

Qi Sixian was also pale with fright, he stepped back several times, was knocked down by the foot of the bed, and fell onto the bed with his lips trembling, he was so horrified that he couldn't even make a sound, leaving only the sound of breathing like a bellows .

"Students, I cooked big glutinous rice balls with the folks in the village. We eat them every time we worship our ancestors. You must be hungry!" Hu Ling's voice like an oriole came from outside the house.

Hu Ling was still wearing a shiny braid, his big bright eyes reflected the flickering candlelight, and he was holding a steaming soup bowl in his hand.

When she saw the horrible flesh and blood on the ground, she immediately overturned the glutinous rice balls in her hand and screamed: "Ah—"

The glutinous rice balls in the bowl fell to the ground. Huang Chunling couldn't help vomiting when she saw the glutinous rice balls on the ground. She had never seen such disgusting glutinous rice balls in her life.

There was a pitch-black dot on each whitish and swollen dumpling, and a dozen or so dusty dumpling rolled down on the concrete floor, looking like human eyeballs.

Huang Chunling couldn't bear it anymore, retched and said weakly, "This is too disgusting! I don't play anymore, I want to go home!"

At this time, there was a sudden gust of wind outside the house, which made the paper man in front of the door rustle, and the round faces of the two boys and girls swayed from side to side with the wind blowing.

No more extravagance!

Zhang Wenwen blocked Huang Chunling's mouth fiercely, and scolded, "Stop screaming!"

Huang Chunling sobbed so hard that she didn't dare to speak out, her eyes filled with tears, which fell on Zhang Wenwen's hands in the blink of an eye.

The village chief also followed Hu Ling with a glutinous rice ball bowl, and when he saw the bloody pile of flesh and blood on the ground, he just clicked his tongue lightly.He said to the villagers who came behind him: "Come and clean up some people, and there are ignorant young people who have offended the ancestors."

The villagers behind him stepped forward happily, grabbed the bloody corpse and dragged him out of the gate. The villagers also took away the human skin piled up on the ground.

At this moment, there is only a pool of dark blood on the dusty concrete floor, and mottled bloodstains formed by dragging.

The last traces of Wei Xing left in this world are these blood stains condensed with dust, and a piece of paper from the Demon-Breaking Gun soaked in blood.

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!