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At this moment, nightclub.

The middle-aged Cao Xiangrong was no stranger to such a noisy environment, but the scene where the lights suddenly turned off just now also shocked him.

But the lights soon came back on.

The men and women around him were still twisting their bodies to the music under the flickering lights.

Has your fate been decided...?

Cao Xiangrong decided to hide here for a while. After all, human beings like to get together. The more people there are, the safer they feel.

And he has decided to go to bed after dawn. After dawn, he will find a square with a lot of traffic and sleep on a recliner. The crowds can more or less restrict the movements of some evil spirits, right?

Nie Yunzhen said that too...

The real world seems to obviously have some limitations on the supernatural, and these limitations become more obvious the more humans there are.

So...it's better to have more people.

Cao Xiangrong followed the crowd and slowly began to twist.

After being selected by Kaitan World, he almost immediately despaired of his life, so he indulged himself in it.

There were many people like him in the beginning. After witnessing the terror of the ghosts, the selected players became extremely desperate. A considerable number of them chose to commit suicide or indulge themselves.

They spend all their money on enjoyment, and when they have no money, they commit crimes. They completely regard themselves as dying people, and secular laws and morals can hardly restrain them.

That kind of person is not only extremely harmful to the real Fu City, but is also an extremely unstable bomb when performing the [Kaitan Game] with other people.

However, those people later either died in the Kaitan World game, or were eliminated by [Yang] in the real world.

[Yang] Being able to convince others depends not only on his generous actions to help others. A person who is kind-hearted and helps everywhere can easily be despised or even ridiculed in such an environment where he does not know how long he can live. For the Holy Mother.

But [Yang] is different. In addition to his qualifications as chief and his good reputation of saving people many times, he is actually a criminal policeman in the real world.

Although he stopped doing it later, those players who had no bottom line and committed crimes in the real world were still approached by him, and then disappeared without a trace.

Cao Xiangrong is one of the lucky ones. After being selected by the Kaitan Game, he was in despair for a while. He enjoyed himself crazily and spent money, fearing that if he suddenly died it would be too late.

But when he was about to imitate other people's use of crime to maintain a luxurious life, he found that he did not have the courage or ability.

Moreover, he actually survived all the way. As time passed, he began to gain hope and felt that there was still a possibility of leaving alive.

But this time... Under the swaying light, Cao Xiangrong's face was filled with sadness. What should he do? He died as scheduled... How could he escape from this strange story?

According to Nie Yunzhen's speculation, there is only one way to pass the ghost story without time limit - to crack it.

However, this strange story seems to be prophetic?

It first uses some strange power to determine the player's fate, and then pushes the fate to make the player die as scheduled...

At least that's what it seems on the surface.

What is my destiny? Cao Xiangrong thought for a long time. The words in blood just reminded "the fate is determined" and did not write his personal fate at all.

There is really no hint at all...

At this time, Cao Xiangrong suddenly felt a little crowded, and he moved out impatiently.

However...it's still crowded.

"Hey, let me go out for a moment!" Cao Xiangrong raised his head.

But as soon as he raised his head, Cao Xiangrong was stunned, and slowly, cold sweat crawled onto his forehead.

The nightclub is still a nightclub, the lights are still flashing, and the intense dance music is still playing.

But...the men and women on the dance floor became a little strange.

Their movements were a little stiff, as if everyone was dancing with their limbs pulled by an invisible string.

A strong sense of strangeness instantly surged from all directions, and Cao Xiangrong's breath froze.

The sweat on his forehead couldn't stop: "Let me go out for a while..."

"Thanks……"

He started pushing out.

However, the movements of the men and women on the entire dance floor became even weirder.

Although their movements were stiff just now, they were each twisting their bodies and dancing with their own movements.

But now...

Cao Xiangrong was shocked to find that...the movements of everyone on the dance floor gradually became the same.

Left hand, right hand... raised up, turned his head strangely to the left, then to the right...

One, two, three...

Cao Xiangrong had goosebumps all over his body. He looked around in horror. Everyone's movements were exactly the same!

ghost……

It's a ghost!

The ghost is coming!

Cao Xiangrong retched, and the intense fear made his stomach start to spasm.

Originally, according to Nie Yunzhen, the greater the number of people, the greater the restrictions on ghosts. This rule is basically useful for all ghosts and is considered a "basic rule".

That's why he hid in this place to welcome the start of the game.

However, what he never expected was that the number of people not only failed to support him, but actually caused him to fall into a group of ghosts!

"Go away..."

"Get away! Let me out!"

Cao Xiangrong squeezed out as hard as he could, but the crowd around him got closer and closer!

Everyone on the dance floor stopped shouting and making noise. Except for the weird rhythmic dance music, the nightclub with swaying lights was so quiet that it was nerve-wracking.

They swayed their limbs rigidly and uniformly, but did not make any sound.

Cao Xiangrong was so frightened that his eyesight turned black. He suppressed his fear and tried to squeeze out of the crowd, but he couldn't do it.

At this moment...his cell phone suddenly rang!

Cao Xiangrong quickly pressed answer as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Hello? Hello?"

"Come and save me, please save me!"

Cao Xiangrong didn't even look at who was calling. He had already fallen into shuddering terror.

The scene on the dance floor of the nightclub at this moment was so terrifying and weird that he almost couldn't help but pee... Who could he care about who was calling? Opening your mouth is asking for help.

However, the response on the phone was...

"Help……"

"No...I don't want to die..."

"Don't come near me!"

"who are you……"

"No……"

"ah!!!!!"

The last scream ended the call.

Cao Xiangrong's back was completely wet as he listened to the voice coming from the phone.

The sound you hear is a mixture of the vocal cords that vibrate and produce sound, are transmitted to the eardrum through bones and muscles, and then go out through the mouth and are transmitted to the eardrum through the air.

The sound heard by others is the vibration of the vocal cords and is directly transmitted to the other person's eardrum through the air through the mouth.

Therefore, human beings are actually quite unfamiliar with their own voices.

But Cao Xiangrong heard it... Because of his work, he often sent voice messages, so... he heard it! This is his own voice!

"I" called me and said those words?

Cao Xiangrong was so desperate that he was going crazy. What was going on?

How could this ghost story be so terrifying? Did all the normal humans on the dance floor turn into ghosts? Has it reached the point where it can impact the real world to this extent?

"Get away!"

"Let me out!!!"

Cao Xiangrong roared sternly, his eyes were red, his whole body was trembling, and his voice was hoarse.

At this moment... the movements of everyone on the dance floor suddenly stopped!

Only then did Cao Xiangrong realize that they all had their backs to him...

This...this...what's going on? !

Cao Xiangrong felt an extremely terrifying malice coming from all directions...

His legs were shaking like chaff, he shook his head slowly and murmured: "Help..."

"No...I don't want to die..."

At this time, everyone on the dance floor turned their heads and stared at him——

But at this moment, their faces all turned into "Cao Xiangrong"!

As if someone had suddenly strangled his neck, Cao Xiangrong whimpered and made an unexplained sound in his throat.

Everyone...all "Cao Xiangrong" suddenly took a step towards the center where he was.

"Don't come near me!"

Cao Xiangrong shouted in horror and despair.

"who are you……"

All the "Cao Xiangrongs" showed scary smiles on their faces: "You deserve to die."

"No..." Cao Xiangrong struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Pairs of arms stretched out towards him, completely submerging him in the crowd.

"ah!!!!!"

His screams were inconspicuous among the weird rhythmic dance music in the nightclub.

Soon, a stream of blood flowed out at people's feet.

In the feasting and feasting, men and women were still twisting their waists and swaying their bodies, as if nothing had happened to them.

There was only a corpse with a distorted face lying on the ground, eyes full of despair and horror...

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