Villain Organization Fishing Rules [Quick Transmigration]

I quietly sneaked into the women's toilet. The middle-aged women seemed to be still squatting in the pit, and the female students were arranging their hair and clothes in front of the mirror.

She still looked a little panicked and anxious, but it was only because she was accompanied temporarily that she would not lose control of her emotions.

I disappeared, and some black and red smoke diffused from the antlers, and fell on the bathroom mirror, causing ripples invisible to humans.

The female student looked in the mirror, full of disgust for her own appearance.She has always felt that she is not beautiful enough.

When she is admitted to university next year, she must ask her parents for money for a full face plastic surgery.She touched her cheeks all the way: the nose should be higher, the double eyelids should be opened, the front teeth should be corrected, and a piece of the cheek needs to be cut off.

Damn it, why couldn't the mother give her the beauty she deserved when she was born?

Just like the white-collar woman who lives in the next room, she easily hooked up with the young man downstairs.If she also had such beauty, she wouldn't watch the boy she likes fall into the arms of the school girl.

The female student carefully looked at herself in the mirror, and suddenly, she felt that the person inside was a little different, as if she had become more beautiful and more attractive.

She was reluctant to part with her, and was obsessed with her gradually beautiful reflection. She didn't notice it at all, and the surroundings became a little bit colder.

She became more and more beautiful, more and more beautiful... until the facial features no longer resembled her own, until she saw another person in the mirror.

Stiff bangs, heavy glasses, and a timid expression, but apart from all these, the woman in front of me has a natural foundation, looking so charming, a gust of wind blows from the back of her neck, as if someone is breathing behind her, calling her name.

Xiaomei, she froze for a moment, then her eyes became fearful and angry.

As much as she hated this deskmate, she envied her for having a beautiful face.

Yes, she took the lead in bullying the other party, but so what?No matter who made her a softie, even if she was bullied like that, she didn't dare to say anything, and she didn't dare to tell the teacher!Everyone has their own destiny, just like she is not good-looking by nature, and since Xiaomei is naturally cowardly, she should be bullied.

She did nothing wrong!It has nothing to do with Xiaomei jumping off the stairs!

Xiaomei in the mirror looked at her, grinned and smiled softly.What's even more frightening is that Xiaomei stretched out her hands, and her fingertips broke through the mirror, turning from an illusory reflection into a reality, and she actually wanted to crawl out of it!

The female student could no longer hold back and screamed: No, no, no!Aren't you already dead?Didn't you jump off the stairs?are you a ghostDon't come to me, you jumped off the building yourself, I didn't push you!

She thought of the 101 resident who died strangely, and the blood writing on the wall.

It turns out that there are really ghosts in this world, she thought blankly, and heard a "click" sound coming from her ear, as if someone's cervical spine was twisted.The next moment, she fell into eternal darkness.

I didn't entangle with the female student for too long. When she screamed and yelled those words, I decided that she was an NPC, and quickly twisted her neck to give her a good time.

The female student's body fell limply on the toilet floor, her eyes widened, her pupils filled with bloodshot eyes, and her face was full of fear, while the water from the sink next to her was pouring like a gust of water, which continued to flow non-stop.

I turned my head to look at the toilet cubicle. I didn't expect that middle-aged woman to be a player. Could she be a painted skin enchanter?

Someone trembled and begged for mercy in the last cubicle, and I leaned over to listen—

"No, help, help, don't kill me, ah, help me." The other party was extremely frightened, with sobs.

It doesn't look like a top ten high-level player. Could it be that sick man is a demon master?

I couldn't judge for a while, and my hands stopped, and I fell into hesitation.

I don't want to kill innocent players.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind at the door, with messy but swift footsteps.

I turned my head to look, but saw the figure of a middle-aged woman disappearing.Um?Wait, she ran away, then the sound of begging for mercy in the compartment... I silently opened the door, saw the recording pen thrown on the water tank, and kept repeating the "help" just now.

All the while, the player actually still has this kind of operation?

I watched the figure of the other party disappear at the door of the toilet, but I didn't get up to chase him.

Run away, I folded my arms and raised my eyebrows, but unfortunately, no matter what, she couldn't escape Fang Ke's plan tonight.

The couple went to the toilet together, but only Long Chulan came back.

The thin man put down "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes" in his hand, raised his eyebrows, stretched out his long white fingers, and tapped lightly on the book cover twice.

Long Chulan slightly hooked her lips, and walked towards him, her figure was enchanting and charming, she hooked the sickly man's neck very naturally.

"Little brother, are you calling me?" She asked delicately.

The little fat man on the side stared wide-eyed, is the way so wild?Didn't the couple just now have an in-depth exchange in the men's room, why did Long Chulan go to hook up with other men again when they turned their heads?He felt extremely sympathetic to Mo Yu's brother. This girl looked like a habitual offender. I'm afraid there was already a green grassland above Mo Yu's head.

Amitabha, this has nothing to do with him.

The fat man shrank his neck, thinking, it's better to be the boss of their family, who is beautiful, sassy and aloof, and takes his feelings seriously.

Ah, their boss is such a fairy.

Compared to Long Chulan's enthusiasm, the thin man's expression was calm. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice, curled his lips and said, "I'm born with a bad health, so don't get sick."

"It's okay, little brother, I'm born with a strong body." Long Chulan still didn't let go of her.

The thin man smiled lightly, and went straight to the showdown: "I didn't expect to see the famous Fang Ke in a mere D-level dungeon."

He looked at the delicate-looking woman: "Seeing is worth seeing once heard a hundred times. Your Excellency is indeed different."

The fat man who eavesdropped on the side squirted the juice out of his mouth.

Wait, what did that sick man say?Fang Ke?Fang Ke, the boss of Troy and third in the personal rankings, is known as the "Dungeon Butcher"?

Wang Dong's eyes widened, and the coquettish female white-collar worker in front of him gave him a wink, and the former trembled for a moment, as if seeing Hades smiling at him.

Amitabha, boss save me!

Long Chulan didn't care about the man's indifference, hooked him and said, "Both each other, I heard that a powerful newcomer came in last month."

"Although he was born with the appearance of a sick child, he is very good at predicting things. Many guilds have offered high prices to invite him to join him as a military adviser."

"This person is also interesting. He has the same surname as Wolong of the Three Kingdoms, so he is also called 'Little Zhuge'."

Long Chulan looked over with a smile, and the two sides directly dealt each other cards.

The man coughed twice again, his face paler: "Compared to you who are third on the ranking list, I am just an intermediate player who has not yet entered the top ten. I can't think of it, so please worry about me."

"Little Zhuge is too humble. You can directly judge my identity, which is much better than some idiots."

"The dungeon butcher chasing and killing the painted skin demon master has caused a lot of noise in the Infinite Amusement Park recently. You condescended to come here for revenge. I'm just curious," the sickly man said with a smile in his eyes, "what do you say? The dungeon boss is on your side?"

In theory, they all lose their props and bloodlines, so they should not be able to threaten the Boss.

"You are a real person. Could it be that your ancestors captured Meng Huo seven times and relied on threats?"

"I look like a villain." Little Zhuge chuckled and sighed, "Mr. Fang, can you put away your weapon first?"

Long Chulan withdrew her hands, pulled out a table knife from her sleeve as if by magic, and twirled it between her fingers.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhuge, I'm used to it."

Little Zhuge didn't take it seriously, he looked in the direction of the women's toilet, and said calmly: "If my deduction is not wrong, that middle-aged woman is a demon master."

Long Chulan smiled and said nothing, obviously he also deduced the same way.

The reason is actually very simple: the moment the middle-aged women agreed to gather in the foyer, they had already revealed their identities.

Instance Killing Rules of Building 4:

1. The mirror demon can only choose to enter a mirror at night.

2. Except for the mirror channel, the player's room is equivalent to a safe house, and neither demons nor other players can enter by force.

3. If there are many people in the closed space, the demons can kill them together.

4. The mirror demon is weak in the early stage, the more kills, the stronger it becomes.

"She lives in 102, but the other girl lives on the top floor. If the mirror demon appears in the hall, she can escape to her room immediately, but we still have to run upstairs." Xiao Zhuge calmly analyzed, "If The female student is the painted skin demon master, she would never dare to take the risk of gathering with the players on the ground floor."

Although they have never met a demon master, they have grasped her character traits from her past behavior: vicious, vicious, and cautious.

"But I don't understand, you already knew her identity, why didn't you just kill her?"

Long Chulan's eyes were deep, she raised her hair by her ears, and said with a sneer, "Isn't it too easy to kill her directly?"

Little Zhuge remained silent, apparently not expecting this answer.

"You are not a person who is keen on torture." Little Zhuge sighed.

"Then maybe you don't know me well enough," Long Chulan said indifferently, "How did she kill those innocent players? Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I have heard of it."

In the beginning, Fang Ke didn't care about the Painted Skin Demon Master, even though he often heard that this person was full of evil.

But he has always only aimed at the main god and its minions, and he is not interested in players who do not actively provoke him.

It wasn't until Qi Tuo died, Fang Fang was covered in wounds, and he returned to the main god's space with a sigh of relief, that he managed to save his life.

He left a mark on Qi Ta, which was used to distinguish friend from foe in madness.But this spiritual imprint is connected, if he wants, he can perceive Qi Tuo's emotions and thoughts.

But generally speaking, Fang Ke would not do this because he respects the privacy of his teammates.

Qi Tuo died in pain, and when the overly strong emotions alarmed Fang Ke, the latter was taken aback.He hurriedly followed the mark to check the situation of his teammates, but found that Qi Tuo's thinking was blank, unable to form a complete sentence.

There is only pain, endless pain.

Qi Tuo's wailing before his death still echoed in Fang Ke's mind. He couldn't imagine what the painted skin demon master Qi Tuo had done.

Under what circumstances, when a person is awake, his mind is completely collapsed and blank, and he just howls like a wild beast?

Equation woke up after a few days. The Lord God's space healing props have always been effective, but his cousin is like a frightened bird, unable to speak normally.

When Fang Fang woke up on the first day, he grabbed his hands, drew bloodstains, and screamed: "Painted Skin Demon Master! Qi Tuo!"

Lao Yang had no choice but to exchange props from the main god and seal up the memory of the equation.

Fang Fang forgot everything, including Qi Ta, his memory stayed at the moment of death in the car accident.When he woke up, he asked blankly, "Cousin? Aren't you dead? Hey, am I dead too? Wait, where is this? Who are they?"

Even so, the Painted Skin Demon Master had done too much harm to Fang Fang, and they didn't dare to mention each other's name in front of their cousin.

When Fang Fang accidentally saw Qi Tuo's relics, he would unconsciously burst into tears. While wiping his cheeks with his hands in vain, he said at a loss: "Cousin, what's wrong with me? Why do I always want to cry?"

Thinking of everything before, Fang Ke's eyes were cold, and he hid his clenched fist in his sleeve.

After doing these things, the Painted Skin Demon Master wanted to die so easily?How can it be!

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.

He wants the demon master to experience the same despair as Qi Tuo, Fang Fang and others, and he wants the other party's wailing to resound throughout Building No. 4.

After that, he will cut off the other party's head to pay homage to the spirit of the dead comrade-in-arms.