Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Song Ci woke up from a wooden bed, the incandescent lamps on the roof were flickering orange, the room was very small with only a small bed and a wooden table.

There is an open parchment on the table.

Song Ci walked over to look, and the parchment said: You are a college student from the countryside. Just after graduation, your good friend Junjun came with you. By chance, you were spotted by the same company. Junjun came off work one day. After meeting a man, she feels that he is his destined half, and you bless her.

But it wasn't long before something bizarre happened...

Qianluo must not be found out that you are an outsider...

Junjun where are you -!
The font of the last sentence suddenly turned into a dazzling blood red like a ghost crawling.

The table was facing the window, and there was a sudden thunder outside, and the lightning made the whole room pale. The parchment in his hand was suddenly blown up by a gust of wind, and spontaneously ignited in the air!

The cold wind poured in through the window, and the branches and leaves of the big tree outside the window swayed like a ghost with teeth and claws!
"Boom—"

There was a muffled thunder, and Song Ci suddenly saw that there seemed to be a cemetery outside. He was startled and immediately closed the window.

"How could it be? I must have misread it just now. Although this is not the city center, it is still in the city. If it doesn't, I must have misread it."

Song Ci rubbed the goosebumps on her arms, she was playing Qian Luo from the countryside.

Those amber eyes were very pale, and even though they were showing fear, they were calm and without any waves.

This time I entered the dungeon without the slightest omen. It is estimated that the system is in chaos due to too much damage to the dungeon...

She was still very surprised when she saw the parchment. This time the game had no prompts at all, and it was completely different from the previous ones. She didn't know why she felt that this dungeon was not simple when she saw the game description just now.

Don't be found out that she is an outsider, she just wants to play the girl named Qianluo to complete the task.

And her job is to...

Song Ci sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed his chin, and muttered softly, "I found Junjun."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly heard movement from outside the door. The knock on the door was very strong and hurried, like an evil ghost seeking her life.

"It's so late, who is it? Ahem..."

The expression on the girl's face was a little frightened, she gulped down a mouthful of water and her cheeks flushed red from coughing.

Coupled with the windy and thundery weather outside, it's easy to feel uneasy.

"Boom—boom—boom—"

Song Ci bravely shouted, "Who is it?"

If it was Song Ci herself, she would definitely not open the door, but she thought about it, what would happen if it was according to Qian Luo's personality?
She must be curious, she would think what if the person who knocked on the door was her friend or wanted her for something?
So Song Ci cautiously opened the door and looked up at the person outside. It was a man in a black sweater. He was wearing a mask and the hat of the sweater covered his entire face, so he couldn't see his appearance at all.

Song Ci was sure he didn't know him, so he politely replied, "Who are you?"

"Sign for the courier."

She could feel that the eyes covered by the sweater were scanning her body coldly, and even his voice was cold and gloomy, as cold and eerie as a corpse from the morgue.

"Oh well."

Song Ci took the express box he handed over, and signed his name on the form on it.

"It's already written."

Song Ci handed him the pen very politely, then closed the door with the courier in his arms and went in.

The man in the black sweater stood in front of her door, seeming to be paying attention to the movement of the room, holding an umbrella that was still dripping blood.

Song Ci looked at the courier in his hand, then clicked on his shopping software to check, and found that there was no purchase record.

"Hey, when did I buy the express delivery? Why did I forget?"

Looking at the name of Qianluo written on it again, he nodded, "It's my courier."

"It must have been sent by a friend."

I took the courier knife next to it and opened it, and there was a doll inside.

Song Ci immediately took out the things and looked at this beautiful doll, its red eyes were like jewels, very cute.

He laughed happily, "Who gave this to you, such a cute doll."

Song Ci felt something hard on the doll's abdomen, and curiously stretched out his hand to press it.

The doll's red eyes began to ooze blood, its ears and nose began to bleed, and its voice became louder and louder.

"what--!!"

Song Ci was so frightened that he immediately threw it aside and got into the bed. The doll on the ground kept making noises.

There was a strong wind outside, and there was a loud thunder, and screams in the room.

"One day I was killed
Flesh wrapped in skeleton

folded up
stepping on mourning hall
The wind blows, why did they put on mortuary clothes?
The bones are soaked in blood and the clothes are stained red
Paper offerings are placed on the table

hell
put on human skin to knock on the door
Stretch out countless hands amidst the rot

hold that red turban
Who is the red paper to congratulate?

The coffin bearer is here

Underfoot is the yellow land

blood flow

anyone here

anyone here"

The girl shivered under the quilt and covered her head, but the voice still fell into her ears, her body was soaked in cold sweat and her body was tightly pressed against her.

There was cold sweat in her hands, her back was pressed against the wall, her whole body was wrapped in a quilt and pressed against the corner of the wall, her forehead was covered with sweaty hair sticking to her cheeks, and the quilt in her hand was scratched badly.

The man in the black sweater who was outside was standing beside her bed!