Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 49
Yan Lan suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath.

The hair on the wrist was warm, and it seemed that all the emotions had been poured into the Nightmare.

Cold and sad, bitter and depressing.

"What a shame..."

Yan Lan wiped her face, seeing that the surroundings were dark and turned into a light red with a distorted luster.

Mood ups and downs too much, or too depressed, will induce the attack.

Fortunately, she is used to it.

To distinguish whether it is an illusion or not, it depends on whether the source of Yin Qi is yourself.

"The dream was too chaotic, and the picture was blurry. The last darkness should be death, but I didn't see the murderer... It should be the memory before the formation of the wronged soul."

She was the only one left in the dark room, and the patients and nurses were not there.

Yan Lan was sleepy, and went to the bathroom with her slippers on.

"Wow wow wow..."

Yan Lan held the cold water with both hands, and paused when she was about to slap her face in a daze.

The palm feels sticky.

Soft and greasy, like some kind of jelly.

Yan Lan woke up instantly, and looked at the meat paste piled up in her hands.

With a layer of placenta-like mucous membrane, it keeps squeezing out of the water pipe.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

The baby's laughter echoed from the fleshy balls in his hands.

It stepped on the mass of mucous membrane, twisting its fleshy body and wriggling continuously.

This is not reality, she is still in the nightmare!
"Double dream?"

Yan Lan frowned tightly.

Unless it is an evil spirit related to a dream, an evil spirit can only create one nightmare, and a dream has only one layer.

"Hee hee hee……"

A sharp and ethereal smile pierced through the dream, Yan Lan raised her head and met the blurred shadow in the mirror.

The black shadow spread through the mirror, and stretched out a deformed hand with a baby's stunted development.

Suddenly grabbed Yanlan's hair!
Yan Lan made a decisive decision, took the meat ball in her hand and stuffed it directly into the mirror, and rubbed it vigorously to squeeze out the big ball of mucus.

The cries were sharp and piercing, chaotic and disorderly.

"Are you going to scare me?"

Yan Lan shook off the crumbs in her hands, and smiled tiredly.

"Little friend, you are a little tender."

A cool sense of prying came from overhead.

Yan Lan looked up, and saw that the top of the bathroom was corroded by black mucus, and countless "squeaky" shadows fell out.

The bathtub, the toilet, the washstand, the floor...everywhere you look, there are mice staring at them.

Bloodshot, pupils scarlet.

The rats jumped up and down densely, trying to pounce on Yan Lan.

Yan Lan then dodged and touched the mirror, her hand was empty, and her upper body was pulled into the mirror by the distorted hand.

The dream spins chaotically, upside down.

She regained consciousness in a trance, and faced a strange stone statue.

The stone statue's skin was blue and purple, its face was covered by a bead curtain, its body was carved with strange patterns, and it held a flower and a grass in its hand.

Then the hair grows on the stone carving, and the animal ears protrude.

It slowly raised its claws, trying to lift the bead curtain.

"Buzzing..."

An unknown vibration sounded, and the dream began to distort.

The statue stopped moving.

Yan Lan, who was waiting for the idol to show his face: "?"

Who is so ignorant?

"Oh, sorry, it's my phone."

Yan Lan easily straightened her waist and kicked the mouse outside the flying mirror that wanted to bite.

"I'll hang up now, please wait a minute..."

"Ho ho..."

The idol trembled, as if calling for something.

Countless scarlet eyes opened in the darkness, and the deformed fetus with a rat tail rushed wildly!
I go.

"Just answer the phone, as for such a big fire? Getting angry hurts the liver."

Yan Lan's tone was teasing, and she quickly bit her middle finger, causing blood spots on her forehead.

The soul returned to its place, and the dream suddenly shattered.

Yan Lan suddenly opened her eyes.

The moonlight was shining outside the window, and there was a sleeping patient next to him.

It was two o'clock in the middle of the night.

"Buzzing..."

The phone in her pocket was still vibrating, Yan Lan got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

It is a string of unfamiliar numbers, and the address shows 【粤】.

Guangdong?Do I know someone over there?
"Hello," Yan Lan controlled the volume, "Who is this?"

"Sister Lan, it's me."

Yan Lan raised her eyebrows slightly: "Alchemy?"

"Yeah." Fang Shu sat behind the desk, and the light illuminated the files in front of the desk.

With a smile on his brow and eyes, he lowered his voice accordingly.

"I knew Sister Lan that you would steal the phone back, so you didn't find out when you called this time, right?"

"It's too late to be discovered, why call me?"

Yan Lan looked at herself in the mirror.

His eyes were blue and purple, and he was as pale as a ghost.

"It looks like it's been hollowed out by something."

But it is.

Except that nightmares are nightmares, and it is estimated that they will not stop in the future. It is no wonder that this is not worthless.

"... hollowed out by what?"

Fang Shu on the other end of the phone was puzzled, and he heard Yan Lan's unconscious murmur.

"It's nothing," Yan Lan tutted lightly, "I'm just feeling sorry for my rich nightlife."

Alchemy: "??"

"What do you want from me? Tell me quickly, I have to practice at 05:30."

"There are two things."

Fang Shu cut to the chase, "Did Sister Lan get the clue to the next book?"

This word...

Yan Lan leaned back on the sink, squinting slightly, "You have information."

Not even interrogative sentences.

"It doesn't count, I read the novice post on the forum."

Novice stickers?
Oh, she forgot to read it.

Yanlan rummaged through and found [Notes for Beginners] at the top of the APP forum.

Very simple, you can scan it with a few glances.

"The hidden plot is a clue to the next [Free Edition], and the MVP who completes the hidden plot can get additional hints?"

"Yes." Fang Shu drank slightly, "Sister Lan, you didn't read the novice post."

Also a declarative sentence.

"I did not see."

"Sister Lan met a lot of clues."

I didn't spare my hands to look through the novice posts, probably because my attention was diverted.

Yan Lan smiled silently: "Doctor Fang, do I have the Halo of Improving Wisdom?"

Now that the reaction is so fast, how can he be so stupid in the dungeon.

"My reason."

Fang Shu put the phone on the table, and the topic jumped up and followed without hindrance.

"I don't like to use my brain very much, and now I can count on my back against a big tree to enjoy the shade."

Yan Lan didn't believe a word of this.

"You know old players."

The hidden plot is in the game and will not affect the real arrangement.

Fang Shu said that Yanlan was stuck and didn't read the novice post, not that he forgot or didn't know, which proves that he understands the clues of the game and will move closer to the player in reality.

But this part is not mentioned in [Newbie Post] and [Newcomer Manual], and the way to get it is obvious.

"Yes, I know." Fang Shu admitted.

really.

Yan Lan pointed at the sink: "So I didn't panic when I entered the audition, because I knew it long ago?"

"It's not for this reason, it has nothing to do with old players."

Fang Shu paused for a while, and said in detail: "Players cannot disclose game information to non-players in reality, and their memories will be erased, and their traces will be erased."

It turned out to be the case.

Yan Lan nodded, the game protection mechanism is quite comprehensive.

"What does [Liberty Book] mean?"

"The dungeon types are divided into [free copy] and [target copy]."

Fangshu's ten fingers intersected, his elbows rested on the table, and he explained patiently:

"The free book is the copy that will be opened when passively entering the game after the break time is over; the target book is the copy that the player actively enters the game and selects in the task bar.

"Sister Lan, do you know the functions of those dungeons in the taskbar?"

"I know," Yan Lan replied frankly, "it is beneficial to complete the copy of the realistic goal."

"Yes, and there are pros and cons to both."

"I know."

Yan Lan's voice was calm and her thoughts were clear:
"For me, free instinct can get a lot of clues, but the difficulty is variable, the teammates are variable, and the rewards are unknown.

"There are few clues in the target book, but you can see the difficulty, and you can even form a team, and the rewards are clearly beneficial."

"Yes."

Fang Shu agrees: “The latter is more stable, more controllable, and relatively safe than the former.

"It's more suitable for beginners to practice with a controllable target book. Choose a one-star with low difficulty, but I guess Sister Lan will choose the free book."

"why?"

Why……?
Because that girl is a miserable person, you will not stand by and watch.

Fang Shu looked at the file at hand, then at the phone, and replied in a low voice:
"Because my sister Lan is a good person."

Not Mandarin, but a joke in Cantonese.

Yan Lan's expression moved slightly.

It's not that I was touched by the sound, but it felt a little familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere.

Short video?

"You speak Cantonese very nicely."

"Thank you." Fang Shu couldn't help laughing.

"It's a pity not because I'm a good person, but because I'm mentally ill."

Yan Lan casually laughed:

"Crazy people always need some stimulation as a flavoring agent for their daily regimen."

This answer is really funny.

Fang Shu was helpless: "Sister Lan..."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Yan Lan smiled, briefed the existing clues, and said a little bit about her plan.

"That's all for now, what is your second question..."

squeak--

The door of the ward was gently pushed open.

Both parties in the call are muted at the same time.

Yan Lan's eyes froze slightly, watching the figure slowly approaching the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)