Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 25
"A lot of blood..."

Fang Shu's mind buzzed, and he withdrew his hand suddenly, only to see warm blood staining his palm.

"Can't die."

Yan Lan held him in the act of tearing off his white coat to make a bandage, her fingertips were cold, like a dead person in a freezer.

Fang Shu tensed his nerves: "Sister Lan, let's go first."

"Okay," Yan Lan turned and went upstairs, "What wish did you just make?"

"Make the floor on the second floor indestructible and not collapse within 5 minutes." Fang Shu glanced at the black dragon, "This is a very small wish, and it is enough for me to throw the charging treasure in."

It is good to know that adding a time limit reduces the cost.

Fang Shu: "How much time do you have left?"

Yan Lan turned on the phone and glanced:
[Congratulations on exploring the truth correctly, and the countdown to reward is 10 minutes! 】

[Background-related tasks: Explore the truth of the "Nine Dragon Festival" ghost story (75% completion rate)]

Push ten percent.

"There are more than ten minutes left, enough."

Yan Lan bent down and picked up the scalpel that had just fallen from the stairs, "Did you see the face of the nine-headed dragon?"

"I see, before the gray fog completely descends—be careful!"

Fang Shu pressed Yan Lan's back shoulder to protect her and squatted down. The black dragon bit the railing and pulled it hard, destroying the handrail with the sound of collapse.

Eight heads are close at hand.

It changed from a man and a woman with seven faceless faces at the beginning to the two male and female faces in the middle, and the other four faceless heads were replaced by the faces of dead players.

There are only two ferocious gray-white ones left, unable to see clearly.

[Why are... four faces? ]
The stairs of the museum are suspended in the air for the sake of beauty and space saving, and even the connection between the steps is not stable after Juli tore off the handrail.

Fang Shu supported Yan Lan, and climbed up to the second floor platform at the moment the black dragon destroyed the stairs.

In the next second, the stairs collapsed, and the black dragon glared from the gray mist.

The platform on the second floor is supported by wishing, and the next 3 minutes are considered safe.

Yan Lan breathed a sigh of relief, her whole body was cold and weak, her face remained calm:

"Go on."

What a fart!

Fang Shu took a deep breath, half a discussion and half a request: "Sister Lan, can you simply bandage to stop the bleeding first?"

"Go inside first," Yan Lan patted his shoulder and walked towards the shrine, "You continue."

Fang Shu had no choice but to follow closely, his eyes kept looking at the wound, and only when Yan Lan turned his head to look at him did he calm down and say "ah":
"I saw a nine-headed dragon with four player faces."

"How many of us died?"

"Five," Fang Shu frowned hesitantly, "so it should be five..."

Yan Lan suddenly laughed, and turned her gaze:

"Who told you that five of us died?"

Fang Shu paused, his pupils contracted extremely, and his back was slightly chilled.

"Whose are the four player faces?"

"Song Jinghong, Shen Xiari, Fan Minghu, Yin Tinglun," Fang Shu quickly replied, "The Mr. Beer Belly who died first did not..."

Yan Lan interrupted: "We didn't introduce ourselves in the first stage, how do you know the names of the last three people?"

Fang Shu moved his lips: "...Death notice."

"Then why don't you know the name of the first 'Mr. Beer Belly'?"

Yan Lan stopped, leaned slightly to approach Fang Shu, her dark pupils looked straight into his eyes.

"Because he didn't have a death notice at all."

The voice was soft and gentle, which made Fang Shu shudder in the spring season.

"No, there is not enough reason."

Fang Shu pursed his lips and thought calmly. He remembered that the system said "start the game" after the beer belly died.

"It may also be that the system has not officially announced the start of the game. We saw his death with our own eyes, and you broke his—"

Before Fang Shu finished speaking, Yan Lan took out the snake's head, shook it, poured it out and stuffed it into the snake ring:
「00:11:21」变为「00:11:33」

Alchemy was shocked.

[Just add 12 seconds? ]
[There are two halves of the snake head, the remaining time for the player is only 24 seconds, how is it possible]
[This is simply impossible! ]
[It’s so scary, help me, I’m curled up in the bed and shivering]
"Even if he doesn't die, he doesn't have enough time, how can we avoid the countdown..."

The alchemy gradually silenced, and the bottom of my heart felt cold.

He thought of a possibility.

"There are three ways to add the countdown, the most efficient is 'indirectly kill the player, get three 10-minute increments'."

Yan Lan bent her lips and said what he was thinking:
“沈夏日的死亡原因是有‘人’设置了23:29的三号冕车变轨运行预案，设置时间为2月20日23:02，那个时间能脱离我们视线，设置程序狩猎玩家的人会是谁？

"I have no objection to grouping players into groups, because although Fan Minghu is stupid and selfish, he won't be so stupid as to take the damage of two adults with that kind of kidney deficiency skin.

"And that male student is cowardly, and the delivery guy is honest, and won't easily conflict with Huangmao.

"But they were just the opposite, arrogant, furious, and greedy, so the two killed each other and got caught again."

Fang Shu thought for a while: "But what if that is an abnormal act of human beings' extreme survival consciousness?"

"I found this by the stage."

Yan Lan took out half of a light green petal that was artificially torn from her pocket, and her smile deepened:
"—Green Mandala."

Fang Shu's eyes changed slightly.

"Green mandala, the flower language is endless hope. The complete petals will look very beautiful, but they are highly poisonous and emit a hallucinogenic smell."

Yanlan played with the petals with great interest: "Of course, ordinary people need a lot of petals to do this."

"But if you are a practitioner, you only need to place a plant not too far away, and use illusion to cast spells, which can easily make people fall into an irritable and irritable emotional state."

Fang Shu frowned, and his eyes fell on the half of the petals.

"Perhaps, when Shen Xiari boarded the death crown car, and when Fan Minghu and Yin Tinglun died suddenly, there was such a person hiding in the dark."

Yan Lan raised her hand to lightly rest on Fang Shu's heart, her fingers rose and fell in an orderly manner, and she tapped lightly, feeling the slightly faster beating of the heart in the palm of her hand.

"Hold a mandala flower in your hand and watch this absurd drama with a smile on your face."

She raised her eyes, her eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling:

"I can guess the psychology of the mastermind behind this scene: playing with the crowd and applauding, thinking that he is superior and omnipotent, what a magic show, what a deceitful aesthetic."

Fang Shu moved his gaze down, staring at the wound on her arm, and couldn't help but speak:
"Sister Lan, can we bandage first?"

Yan Lan: "..."

Fang Shu hesitated a little: "There is also an injury on the waist."

"Except for stitches, there is no other good method for the incision on the waist," Yan Lan put down her hand, "If there is a practitioner of alchemy, everything will be easy."

Fang Shu sighed: "Let me wrap you up briefly first."

"You do it," Yan Lan raised her hand, "The wound is sticking to the clothes, bending over will cause pain."

Fang Shu squatted halfway, pinching the corner of his clothes and lifting them up slightly.

"Oh yes, use this."

Yan Lan suddenly spoke, clamped the handle of the scalpel with two fingers, and stretched out the blade:

"Your scalpel."

Fang Shu raised his head slightly: "Okay..."

"Pfft—!"

Blood spattered and a scalpel was inserted into the neck.

Fang Shu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Shang Yanlan with a playful smile.

"When you draw the knife quickly, your blood will splatter like falling flowers, which is very beautiful, as beautiful as the way you kill other players."

Yan Lan twisted the scalpel, with a cold and faint smile in her eyes:
"Do you want to dedicate your life to art?"

Yan Lan's voice was soft and soothing, her cold fingertips brushed against the bleeding neck, her pupils revealed a secret excitement, and her smile deepened:
"I'll help you."

　Sister Lan: I'm a little sick, don't worry about it.

　　Player face clues: Chapter 6;
　　Time Clue: Chapter 11;
　　Petal clues: Chapter 12;
　　Death Notice Clue: Overall;
　　
　
(End of this chapter)