Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

Chapter 266 Sao Nian, Do You Choose Red Paper, Yellow Paper or White Paper?

[The player has entered the ghost movie theater, please choose to watch the movie source as soon as possible. 】

On the way Shen Jian walked to the toilet, the scarlet panel kept appearing.

Urging him to choose as soon as possible.

Shen Jian ignored it.

The copy of the real world cannot be used in horror games, even if the copy task is completed, the experience value will not increase.

This result has been confirmed in the last copy of reality.

He didn't have to follow the gameplay of a horror game.

"Stop, don't go to the toilet if you don't want to die."

at this time.

A voice stopped Shen Jian.

Shen Jian glanced over.

This is a small lounge for the staff, with a pair of eyes exposed through the door, warning Shen Jian.

"why."

Shen Jian said casually.

"Why? Are you new here? Don't you know there are ghosts here?"

"What? Can you come out?"

"Really another living person walked in? Is it to save us?"

Hearing a newcomer walk in, the lounge immediately became chaotic.

One by one scrambling to run out.

Among these people were men and women, children and old people, all of them had yellow complexions, heavy dark circles under their eyes, and looked like they were seriously deprived of sleep.

Seeing Shen Jian was like seeing a savior.

"It's an outsider. He doesn't look like he's been intimidated at all. He's exactly the same as us a few days ago."

"Little brother, have you been sent to rescue us? How is it going outside now? Has the rescue organization started?"

Everyone, you speak my word.

Looks very anxious.

Everyone looked at Shen Jian expectantly.

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

can not go out?
The horror dungeon that came to the real world for the first time, as long as you walk out of the deserted village, you can get out of the dungeon, and this second time when you come to the real world, this bug has been fixed.

It has become more and more like a supernatural copy.

A horror game is like a programmer, gradually repairing the problems of the supernatural copy.

In the future, as more and more copies come, Yangshi will eventually become the next horror world.

"I'm here to find someone."

Shen Jian's eyes focused on a little boy.

He looked only five or six years old, and was hiding behind an old man.

It was the lost son of the petitioner's mother.

Although it looks a little weak, it should be just hungry.

I thought about it.

Shen Jian took out the food from his body.

He put it on his body in his spare time, but he didn't expect that it would come in handy one day.

"Your mother asked me to save you, hold on, and you'll be out soon."

Shen Jian handed over the food and patted the little boy's head.

Others who got the food also thanked them again and again.

They had been trapped here for two days, during which time they dared not leave the room at all, for fear of being watched by ghosts, and when they saw the food, they devoured it one by one.

"Tell me about the situation here."

Shen Jian asked.

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man stepped out.

He hesitated: "You are saving us, right?"

Shen Jian nodded: "You can understand it that way."

"That's great, little brother. I don't dare to stay here for a moment. Every day I stay, an innocent person will die."

The middle-aged man danced and started to talk about everything here: "Little brother, I was the first one to find ghosts. My wife and I came here to watch a movie. Because I was too bored, I went to the toilet to smoke for a while. As a result, a terrible scene happened, I saw a pale hand stretched out from the cubicle toilet, thinking that the other party wanted to borrow paper, who knew that the hand was holding three pieces of paper.”

"A sullen voice asked me."

"Do you want yellow paper, red paper or white paper?"

The middle-aged man looked terrified, and he waited for a while before continuing: "I was in a daze at the time, and I also like to read ghost stories, so I suddenly thought of that folklore."

"When you go to the toilet at night, and a pair of hands hand you a piece of paper and ask you to choose, you must not choose."

"Because what you choose is your own way of death."

"If you choose yellow paper, you will be chopped into pieces and thrown into the toilet; if you choose red paper, your neck will be cut and blood will flow on the toilet floor; if you choose white paper, it is the most terrible thing, and you will be pale on the third day Die in a toilet cubicle and no one knows how you died."

"I was terrified."

The voice of the middle-aged man trembled a little.

"I pushed open the toilet door and ran out, but soon I discovered a terrible scene. All three pieces of paper fell on me, and I couldn't get rid of it no matter what I did."

"Afterwards, every day, one of the three pieces of paper on my body would disappear randomly and appear on other people. Those who received the paper all died without exception."

"And today is the third day. A few days ago, someone has received yellow paper and red paper. I'm afraid this white paper will fall on me. Little brother, help me, I don't want to die."

The middle-aged man looked terrified.

Shen Jian listened.

Only then did I understand why these people were still alive.

Dare is that Li Gui's law of killing has been triggered, and it is only because of the restriction that only one person can die every day that so many people linger on.

If it takes a few more days, I'm afraid it will be completely dead.

"Give me all three pieces of paper."

"what?"

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, but subconsciously handed out three pieces of paper representing bad luck and bad luck.

"Little brother, it's useless. This piece of paper found me for some reason. As long as it leaves me within five meters, it will return to me. I tried many methods, but nothing worked."

Shen Jian didn't speak.

Turn away.

After five steps, the middle-aged man subconsciously touched his pocket, and his pupils shrank.

No!

He hurriedly picked another pocket, and looked through other pockets that could hide things, but there was still nothing.

He is free from the curse.

"Mr. Qi, I think he has gone to the toilet. Is he really an official? Why do you feel so reckless? Don't put yourself in and bring out three yellow, red and white papers at the same time."

A man in a suit who seemed to know a middle-aged man said worriedly.

The middle-aged man's heart was shocked: "Master, that is definitely a master, we are saved."

……

inside the toilet.

Shen Jian walked into one of them.

Less than 10 minutes later, the light in the toilet suddenly dimmed, flickering and flickering, and there was a gust of wind.

"Hey hey hey."

A sinister and strange laughter sounded in his cubicle.

then.

A pale arm slowly stretched out from the toilet cubicle.

Before the paper ghost could speak.

Shen Jian stepped on his wrist, and took out three pieces of paper from his pocket.

"Jie Jie Jie, do you want yellow paper, red paper, or white paper?"

Handing paper ghost:? ? ?

He was completely dazed.

It's the first time I've seen this happen.

Nima.

Shouldn't this be my line?

you've said.

Then I'm still talking fart.

The paper-handling ghost was stuck to the door of the compartment, with a grimace full of pain. He tried to pull his hand back, but he couldn't.

Unless he has the courage to dismember his hand, he won't be able to move it at all.

Without any choice.

The paper ghost can only shout: "I choose, I choose red paper."

The red paper cut his neck, causing blood to flow all over the ground.

But he is a ghost, so it doesn't matter if the blood is dry, he can't die anyway.

At worst, it will be wiped on the neck.

The sound fell.

The foot that stepped on his wrist was the only way to move away.

And opened the door of his compartment.

A man with a strange smile on his face was holding a blood-stained chainsaw, looking at him excitedly: "You chose a good way to die, the red paper is dismembered by a chainsaw, and let the blood flow All over the toilet."

Handing paper ghost:! ! !

He visibly panicked.

That chainsaw can dismember him.

broken.

Meet a tough human.

Listening to the sound of the chainsaw turning, the paper handing ghost kept shrinking towards the corner of the wall.

The voice trembled: "Wait, wait, didn't the red paper wipe the neck? You are wrong."

Shen Jian raised his eyebrows: "This is my rule, why, are you not convinced?"

Paper ghost: ...

What are you special.

If it weren't for the powerful ghost weapon in your hand, you can see if I can kill you or not.

"However, if you really want to be smeared, I can also fulfill you."

Hear this.

A glimmer of hope rekindled in the paper handing ghost.

He took out the small knife on his body very humblely, and said with a smile: "There is no need to find additional props, I have a knife here, use mine."

Shen Jian's eyes were strange, "What are you talking about, of course you need this kind of knife to wipe your neck."

talking.

An old long knife was laid across the paper ghost's neck.

Handing paper ghost:? ? ?

This this……

He made a grimace and was scared out of the emoticon pack.

You fucking do wholesale at home, right?

He took out another ghost weapon, which was even more terrifying than the previous chainsaw.

Being smeared on the neck by this knife is basically the same as being dead.

He wanted to cry without tears.

He is a green-clothed ghost, why use this kind of battle.

"Are you ready?"

Shen Jian said kindly.

And raised the ghost knife in his hand.

Ghost Saber's supernatural power is the dead line for slashing, but a Tsing Yi level ghost doesn't need to use supernatural power. The ghost knife's ability to suppress supernatural power alone can kill a ghost.

"Wait bro, I have information, I can betray my teammates, I am not the only ghost here."

The paper ghost yelled.

The ghost knife that Shen Jian raised paused.

After a while.

It was Shen Jian's voice that came: "That's right, you are also a genius who knows how to adapt to the wind, so call here."

A ghost who knows how to summon the same kind is very helpful for him to clear the field here.

Paper ghost: ...

There is no need to speak in the first half.

He apologized to his kind in his heart.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

It's better to kill all of you than to kill me alone.

Sorry.

(End of this chapter)