Do Not Laugh! This is a Horror Movie

The fat nerd was loading new stones on the slingshot, planning to give Qiao Yunzheng another powerful blow, forcing Qiao Yunzheng to stop beating the bowl.

But at the critical moment, Fu Lanyu and Jing He arrived, and they blocked his way.

The fat nerd looked up and saw Fu Lanyu. He was surprised at first and then very angry.

"Sakura! You are really confused by these two bastards, are you going to betray me and form an alliance with them? Have you forgotten the time we two experienced together?"

"How many times do I want to emphasize to you, my surname is Fu." Fu Lanyu was expressionless, "Furthermore, please separate fantasy from reality. We both stayed in the same room for a few hours. What have we experienced together? Now? You have all been promoted to gold, and you still don’t understand the fragility of alliances?"

"...Do you not believe that I can win at all? The key will be lost, did you deliberately collude with them to calculate me?!"

She sighed calmly: "Soldiers are not tired of fraud, and I am not Kono Sakura, and I have no obligation to ensure that your game can go smoothly."

The fat otaku was extremely crazy. It was a sense of disappointment and collapse that was completely disappointed. He was distorted with hatred, and every inch of flesh was trembling.

He yelled and yelled, "I can't finish my mission anyway. Don't **** want anyone to live tonight!"

Facts have proved that when a person is extremely mad, his potential and explosive power will grow exponentially.

Jing He wanted to stop the fat otaku, but was accidentally hit by the opponent's elbow. That was where he had been injured before, and his face was suddenly painful and sweaty.

With a desperate posture, the fat nerd rushed viciously to pinch Fu Lanyu's neck, and Fu Lanyu pushed him to the side of the road with four or two strokes.

Seeing the fat otaku struggling, relying on Fu Lanyu's strength and unable to hold him, Qiao Yunzheng arrived at the critical moment and kicked the fat otaku's mandible decisively, kicking the other side's head back, even the neck Overwhelmed with a "click" sound.

Even so, his movements of knocking the bowl are still calm, with a clear sense of rhythm.

"Sister Lan."

Fu Lanyu received his gaze and immediately understood. He immediately bent his **** knuckles and fiercely hit the fat otaku's throat cartilage. Then, together with Jing He, he set up the fat otaku's arms on the left and right, intending to throw him there. A group of robbing evil spirits.

Unexpectedly, at the moment of his death, the dying fat otaku screamed loudly. He gritted his teeth and entangled the two, and fell together in front of the group of evil spirits.

The evil spirits rushed for food for a while, and then collectively looked here.

Dirty blood flowed continuously from their mouths, their tongues were terrifying, and they stretched out around a **** face and licked them completely.

Obviously, they feel that they have found a supper that is more delicious than three dishes and one soup.

Just ask, how do you escape when a group of evil spirits are pushing and shoving and rushing towards you like a tide?

...The answer is that there is no escape, too late.

Fu Lanyu turned over and subconsciously shielded Jing He, but Jing He actually took the lead and stood in front of her.

"Sister Lan, stand back!"

Of course it is impossible for Fu Lanyu to retreat. Not only did she not retreat, Qiao Yunzheng also came over, knocking on the bowl.

However, the evil spirits who had gathered at this moment just formed an encirclement. It was strange that they all seemed to hesitate and did not launch an attack in real time.

Qiao Yunzheng was about to complete the task, and couldn't free his hands. The originally gentle eyebrows also became somewhat hostile at this time, which shows that he was angered.

He lowered his eyes and glanced down, raised his foot to stop the fat otaku from trying to get up, and stepped **** the opponent's chest.

"Search his pocket."

Jing He woke up like a dream, and immediately flipped through the fat otaku's jacket and jeans pockets at the fastest speed. During the period, the fat otaku tried to struggle, and was **** by Fu Lanyu and Qiao Yunzheng.

The fat otaku yelled: "Did the three of you know each other a long time ago? It's so bad, it's so **** bad! You are not afraid of retribution like this!"

Fu Lanyu grabbed his hair and forced the back of his head to stick to the ground. She calmly asked, "You are all gold, dare you to say that you haven't killed any competitors so far?"

"...I did that for a reason, I never kill people randomly!"

"If you can choose, who would want to play in this game? Who kills is not a cause?" Fu Lanyu said, "You also have a cause, and I also have a cause. Everyone is playing fair, who is noble than whom?"

After she finished speaking, Jing He suddenly shouted: "Here! He can really hide!"

It turned out that there was a piece of talisman paper hidden in the fat otaku's shoes.

No wonder the evil spirits were all jealous just now and didn't attack anyone present, because everyone had talisman paper.

Jing He pinched his nose and took out the piece of talisman paper, and threw it aside.

The fat otaku panicked completely, he wanted to get the talisman back as crazy as he was, but he was a step late.

The evil spirits finally found a breakthrough. They scrambled to stretch out their fangs and claws, grabbed the legs of the fat otaku, and dragged it into the thick fog.

The strong smell of blood rendered the cold night even more cruel and terrifying.

The trio retreated to safety. The sound of the wind and Qiao Yunzheng's knocking on the bowl, mixed with the screams of the fat nerd in the distance, were like a weird sorrow.

"Brother Yun, Sister Lan." Jing He was in a daze for a long time, and suddenly whispered, "In another month, you two should be in the Platinum Game again."

"Yes." Fu Lanyu casually rubbed his injured arm and replied faintly, "It's not the first time, what kind of a painful tone of your voice?"

"I'm just thinking, when does this kind of crime end up?"

"Step by step, there will always be an end to the road."

Qiao Yunzheng also said: "Man, don't be too sentimental."

Jing He was silent for a while, and finally smiled embarrassedly: "But with you two here, I feel too safe and I don't want to be a man."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Lanyu and Qiao Yunzheng didn't speak, but both of them clearly curled their lips.

...

Probably the fat otaku's meat is more porcelain and delicious. In short, the group of evil spirits are finally full, and in the meantime, Qiao Yunzheng seems to have knocked the bowl for a century.

The dense fog gradually dissipated, the evil spirits dragged their steps away, and the whole alley was calm again.

The corpse of the fat otaku stood in the middle of the road, and his whole body was chewed up to the point that there were only a few **** skeletons left.

Beside his corpse, there was left behind a child demon who had been shooting a ball.

Qiao Yunzheng put down the bowl, moved his sore wrist, walked over and picked up the ball.

He raised the chopsticks he had previously knocked on the bowl, slammed the ball directly, and then tore the ball from the middle with his bare hands.

A piece of paper fluttered, before being swept away by the wind, it was caught by Fu Lanyu on the side.

She looked down and saw eight words written crookedly with blood-like paint on it:

Remove the falsehood and keep the truth, clear the roots.

What exactly these eight characters mean, I don't know yet, but it is probably a clue to the next task.

She seemed to feel something, and then pulled out the other book "Ten Methods to Hell" from the back of her waist.

Whenever I opened this book before, the page would automatically jump to a fixed place. For example, she was the seventh method of **** combing her hair at night.

However, what is strange is that now that she has completed the task, the content on the pages of the book has also changed accordingly.

It became the fifth **** method: corpse mud smeared eyes.

"Brother Yun, Jing He, look at your clue book, isn't it different?"

Upon her reminder, Qiao Yunzheng and Jing He inspected each and found that the contents of the pages of the two of them were all turned into muddy eyes.

Jing He was surprised: "The co-authoring task is not over yet, is this our next step?"

It seems that the final task of all players is the same.

The book page illustrates that this trick of ghosts requires the mud that buried the corpse for a day and night, and water to smear the eyelids and eye sockets, lower your head and silently say "Sky Eyes Open" three times, and then open your eyes to see the real ghosts.

Regarding this, Jing He's first reaction was: really dirty.

The second reaction is: Where can I find the corpse mud?

"In other words, we have to bury a corpse, and be self-sufficient?"

The word self-sufficiency is really very spiritual.

"There is no other corpse to bury at the moment." Fu Lanyu lowered his head and pointed to the fat otaku lying on the ground, "Just him, just do it."

Is it really good, and I don’t know if a skeleton frame without a few pieces of meat can be regarded as a "corpse" in the traditional sense?

The three reached a consensus on this issue, so Qiao Yunzheng took off his jacket and wrapped one foot of the fat nerd, like pulling a cart, pulling the skeleton forward, all the way to the grove.

He discussed with Fu Lanyu: "Where is it better to bury it?"

Fu Lanyu was serious and serious: "Of course it was buried in a muddy place."

"rational."

Jing He: "..."

How does this make sense? Is there a place with little dirt in the woods?

The two seemed to be discussing business matters, but they were flirting.

"In my opinion, or let's just bury it under the tree I hired ghosts just now, I think that tree..."

Before Jing He could finish his sentence, the next second, Qiao Yunzheng had pulled the person behind the tree with one hand, and Fu Lanyu quickly hid him and raised his fingers to signal him to silence.

He followed her gaze and found that under the tree where he was recruiting ghosts, a figure in a red cheongsam was waving a shovel, digging the dirt from the ground one by one.

It's the old npc woman.

"...Fuck, she is really strong." He whispered to Fu Lanyu quietly, "A strong man in his 20s and 30s may not have such a vigorous spirit as her. He will dig a grave here most of the night."

Fu Lanyu said, "Look at who she is digging a grave for."

Jing He carefully identified it again, and saw the moonlight streaming through the mottled shadow of the tree, spilling on the corpse next to the tree.

The corpse died in a terrible state, half of its face was torn apart, and there was still a blood hole in the neck.

The corpse was wearing a navy blue gown, a bit familiar, as if he was one of the players, but he had no sense of existence before, and no one noticed him.

With the lessons of the girl in gray, everyone will not drink the fragrant gray water anymore. It is conceivable that the cannon fodder player probably completed the task of recruiting ghosts in the middle of the night, but he neglected for a while and did not consider the role of the talisman, so he recruited ghosts. He was killed by a ghost when he came.

Seeing the old woman push the corpse into the dug pit, and start to cover it with shovel and shovel, Qiao Yunzheng let go and threw the fat otaku's skeleton aside.

He smiled and said: "The so-called corpse mud, npc will help us prepare."

"Then we can't use it now." Fu Lanyu frowned, "We have to wait until tomorrow night."

No one knows what he will see if he puts the mud on the corpse tomorrow night.