I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 119 Horror Museum
[Please show your admission ticket. 】

Inside the glass door, a frog waiter wearing a bright red uniform croaked respectfully.

While using pure black eyes, he looked at the white-haired boy in the wheelchair in front of him.

it's beautiful.
There is a very delicious smell
The frog waiter couldn't help but stick out his long fleshy tongue, lick the corners of his mouth, and swallow the secreted saliva.

It's a pity that this is a distinguished guest and we can't take the opportunity to eat it.
Anlos turned a blind eye to the frog waiter's salivating eyes. The corpse was talking, and he had no interest in paying attention.

Handing over the ticket, the frog waiter took it with three smooth fingers and tore it off along the dotted line.

Then, the remaining ticket stub turned into a delicate rose and was handed back to Anlos.

[Get the prop "Admission Voucher"]

[Successfully entered the oil painting exhibition! Progress has been made on task three]

Under the curious eyes of the players, Anlos pinned the rose in the button of his shirt, adding a touch of beauty to his pale face.

Curious eyes were fixed on the frog waiter, and some players even wanted to touch it.

【.Please respect yourself. 】

The frog waiter avoided him in disgust, the green-skinned smile could hardly be maintained, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

How could such an elegant art exhibition have such a country bumpkin who has never seen the world come in?
It simply lowered the level of the entire audience!
"Look, it's looking down on us!"

Suddenly, a player shouted loudly and pointed at the surprised and stiff frog waiter.

Then, I saw these "hillbillies" pulling out their swords and saying excitedly:

"Would you like to try killing it? Anyway, isn't this a dungeon? They can all be beaten, right?"

？ ！！

The frog waiter was startled, his dark eyes filled with fear.

[No, don’t kill me—quack! 】

A flash of silver light flashed.

With a pop, the frog waiter's flat green head fell off and rolled to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

The headless corpse shook and fell limply. Some players came up to look at it and muttered, "It's like an enlarged version of an anatomy experiment."

Er Dao Scar was holding a sharp sword, and bright red blood flowed down the blade, dyeing the carpet red.

"Damn! I was robbed!"

Players were outraged.

Staring at Er Dao Scar's proud and mocking smile, he had to admit that this guy was really free.

He is probably the reckless man who kills even businessmen in RPG, and he is well versed in the ways of assassins.

"Okay, let's go. Pay attention to your erosion level."

Anlos said calmly, without even looking at the corpse.

Following him, the players entered the exhibition hall, just like elementary school students following a tour guide.

Behind him, the nightmare guests were left stunned.

The atmosphere was stagnant, and the grotesque faces looked at the backs of these "hillbillies" in shock.

Why do you start killing people just because you don't agree with them? !

These people are too cruel!
They whispered quietly, suddenly feeling uneasy about this oil painting exhibition that was supposed to be elegant and safe.

Even so, this is a nightmare world after all, and there is no law.

Soon, the frog waiter's body was cleaned up and replaced by another frog man with a different pattern.

This time, the waiter no longer dared to glance around. He checked the tickets in a disciplined manner, without even daring to raise his head.

Inside the art exhibition.

Through the large glass wall above and below, the pale yellow moonlight spreads in the corridor and on the portrait hanging on the wall.

The quiet atmosphere coupled with the distorted shapes in the portrait makes it feel like you have strayed into a dark fairy tale.

"Wow, this painting is a hanging ghost."

The kind and honest Li Sanguang admired, rubbing his chin, pretending to be knowledgeable and looking at the painting.

The painting shows a naked man hanging upside down, with blood running down his ankles.

The next second, the person in the painting suddenly raised his head, looked at Li Sanguang with dark and empty eyes, and opened his mouth.

"Wow!"

Li Sanguang was startled and subconsciously struck with his sword.

"Tear!"

A crack was torn out of the canvas, and bright red paint dripped from it.

As if a signal had been sounded, the surrounding air suddenly became colder.

【You destroyed the oil painting! You are considered a hostile target! 】

The system pops up a warning.

Rustling.

Li Sanguang's eyes widened as he looked at the oil painting of the Hanged Man in front of him. He actually stretched out his hand and grabbed it on the frame!
The oil painting portrait is out!

【Ah ah.】

The Hanged Man screamed hoarsely, with red paint flowing on his face and a terrifying smile.

Be afraid. Scream!

It raised its head, and a sharp sword was inserted into its head!
"Pfft!"

The Hanged Man's smile froze, and he remained in shock. He was split in half, making a sound like tearing silk.

Then, there was another random chop, and dark red paint spurted out.

How, how is it possible? !
Why is this guy who exudes human aura not afraid at all? !

It's like I was rushing to kill it from the beginning!
[You kill the monster "Portrait" and gain 7 experience points]

Li Sanguang's eyes lit up, and the other players were not to be outdone. They cast their hungry eyes on the other portraits that were about to climb out of the canvas.

portrait:【.】

Is it too late to shrink back now?

【Ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! 】

【Are you crazy? ! ] [This is related to the Lord - ahhh! 】

Amid the screams of the guests, the players began their sinful life.

Bright red paint splattered everywhere, and stumps were everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, the elegant painting exhibition turned into a veritable "nightmare".

【Ha ha ha ha! ! ! 】

The portrait shows no mercy towards its fellow humans, and laughs arrogantly.

Louis' handsome face was completely replaced by madness at this time, and it was brutally torn apart from the other portraits that were still embedded in the canvas, and the fragments were flying.

Anlos was sitting in a wheelchair, surrounded by his family members, looking calmly at the chaotic scene with ice-blue eyes.

In his mind, he thought of the book about hell he read on the train.

【Ah ah ah! 】

A portrait of a woman in a bright red dress crawled towards Anros with a roar.

However, before he could get close, he was beheaded by the kind and honest Li Sanguang with a sword.

"Boom."

The head rolled to the feet of Anlos, his face was ferocious, and he opened his big mouth to bite the slender ankle in front of him.

The next second, he was kicked away by Li Sanguang.

"Are you okay?" Li Sanguang asked hurriedly, "Are you scared?"

Anlos shook his head and raised a gentle smile.

To be honest, the players' performance exceeded his expectations.

Perhaps because they belong to the same camp and have him as the core, the players cooperate very well.

Surrounding him, there were defenses and offenses, advancing faster than Anlos expected.

However, the first floor of the pavilion is nothing more than hors d’oeuvres.

The real threat is on the second level.

Anlos' eyes dimmed, and the power of nightmare came out, instantly tearing Lao Yinbi into pieces as he rushed out from the corner.

Come to the second floor of the exhibition hall.

On this floor, there is only one painting placed in the huge space.

It was extremely huge, more than three meters high, and the thick smell of paint was very pungent.

It stands in the pale yellow moonlight and depicts a twisted and strange tree.

The whole body was pale, and the branches hung down like willows, connecting the faces frozen in pain.

Under the gaze of the players, the human face gradually moved, protruding out of the canvas, hovering in mid-air like a snake, expanding several times, filling the exhibition hall, which was very weird and terrifying.

【Ah ah ah】

The face opened its mouth, and its fingers came out from the mouth. It squirmed and fell to the ground. With five fingers on the ground, it quickly crawled towards the players!
[Monster Manual Update: Sinner’s Severed Hand]

[The severed palm without the fingers being chopped off, the advanced version of the sinner’s fingers]

"What the hell?! It's so disgusting!"

Li Sanguang yelled, hurriedly waving his sword and getting goosebumps all over his body.

"Ah!"

A player was not paying attention for a moment, and was slapped out by Duan Zhang. His health was immediately reduced by one-third.

"wild!"

The player vomited blood and said in shock:
"This is an elite monster! It's completely different from the previous portraits!"

Hearing this, the players did not retreat but advanced, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

The number of elite monsters is obviously limited. Whoever can kill one will get more experience points!
The gap is widening!
"Pfft!"

A ray of sword light suddenly pierced out from the shadows, stabbing a severed palm in the back, instantly delivering a very high-damage critical strike!

"Hmph, finally something interesting comes."

The second scar appeared like a ghost, and with a few quick cuts, he took away a severed palm in the blink of an eye, gaining experience points that made his eyes light up.

"Ah! Got snatched away again!"

"How did he get the invisibility and backstab skills?!"

Hearing the shouts of the players, Erdaobao sneered.

Where did I get it from? How could I possibly tell you?

at this time.

A soft whisper floated into Erdao Scar's ears: "The Assassin Brotherhood that believes in the goddess of fate, [Following Like a Shadow] and [Fatal Strike]."

You are right!
Er Dao Scar turned his head in astonishment and met Anlos's curved ice-blue eyes.

For a moment, Erdao Scar felt as if he was standing naked in front of Anlos, with nowhere to hide.

Lord Holy Son, guys from the prophet camp should not be underestimated.

Erdaobao's eyes were filled with interest, and he retreated cautiously, blending into the shadows again, waiting for the next opportunity to explode.

When the Broken Palm was "carved up", the players also paid a certain price.

One-third died, leaving only eight people in total.

Ahead, the pale white faces standing like walls in the exhibition hall finally moved.

【Ahhhhh——! ! ! 】

They opened their mouths together and let out a shrill scream, just like fingernails scratching glass, which caused the players' corrosion rate to increase a lot, and they fell into a debuff that continued to reduce blood!

However, this does not include players from the Prophet camp.

Just as he had expected, Anlos waved his hand, and an invisible barrier was erected in front of his family, blocking the sonic attack.

"Thank you, Lord Holy Son!" Li Sanguang shouted in surprise.

The members of Odin's Gun Guild all looked at him with envy and surprise.

It turns out that this beautiful and exquisite Holy Son is not just a decoration?
You're in the way, look at me!

(End of this chapter)