Game of Destiny: This player is different

Fan Gao's body froze instantly.

Just now he was laughing at others for their bad luck, encountering ghosts as soon as they opened the door.

Now it was his turn.

He slowly retracted his left leg and counted the steps in front of him.

One, two... twelve, thirteen.

Hiss~

Turns out he had encountered thirteen steps.

Thirteen steps is a widely circulated urban legend.

If you step on the last step, you will be sucked into the hell of hell by the ghost gate and will never be reborn.

This is one of them.

In fact, there is another one.

The general content is as follows:

When you move into a house with thirteen steps, you will suddenly hear the sound of high heels going upstairs on the first night.

This is the only strange sound you heard tonight, and there is only one sound.

When you move in on the second day, you will hear the sound of high heels going upstairs again.

But this sound will become two.

When you move in on the thirteenth day, the sound of high heels going upstairs will become thirteen.

At this time, you must not open the door.

Because... that weird pair of high heels is standing at your door.

Back to the topic.

Fan Gao stared at the stairs with a serious face, not daring to take another step forward.

"It's all Qin Shisan's fault. If he hadn't sent some strange message about Happy Superman, how could I be distracted!"

While he was complaining in his heart, his brain was working fast, thinking about how to get out of trouble.

Soon, an idea flashed from his mind.

Why not... walk backwards?

So Fan Gao moved his right leg back first, and then stretched out his left leg after his foot stepped on the stairs below.

Slowly, slowly, backwards.

His attention was highly focused at this time, and his eyes were fixed on the front.

While holding the flashlight in one hand, he took out his weapon with the other hand.

As long as something happened, he would attack immediately.

"It's okay, it's okay, just retreat like this, and then find a way to get to the mission location."

Fan Gao kept comforting himself in his heart.

Suddenly, he felt something touch his neck.

"Who!"

Fan Gao, who was in a strange atmosphere, became extremely nervous.

He shouted and turned around in a hurry.

Nothing.

"Am I too nervous and have an illusion?"

He looked around suspiciously for a long time, but found nothing, so he had to turn back.

However, after a while, his neck was touched again.

"No, this feeling is very real, not an illusion."

Fan Gao thought very sure.

But he was worried that if he looked back, there would still be nothing.

Wait, how about this?

He took out his smartphone and turned on the face-to-face camera mode.

When the touch appeared again, Fan Gao did not turn around in a hurry.

Instead, he pointed the camera at himself.

It can be clearly seen on the cold light screen that there is a man in a security uniform with a purple face floating behind him.

The other party's feet were hanging down, and the toes of his leather shoes were touching his neck again and again.

The hair stood up, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Fan Gao suppressed the trembling in his heart and slowly moved the camera upward.

There was a deep mark on the man's neck, and he was obviously hanged.

The swelling of the lungs caused by suffocation made the man's face abnormally fat.

The tongue spit out from the open mouth.

It was like a long tongue sticking in the mouth with 502.

Fan Gao noticed that the man's eyes on the screen were almost popping out of the eye sockets, looking down at him.

Looking down, with a hint of resentment and pain.

It turned out... you have been staring at me.

Fan Gao didn't understand it until this moment.

From the beginning of the mission, he was stared at by the ghost.

He was even followed all the way.

I was careless...

Tick, tick.

The saliva of the hanged ghost dripped from his tongue.

Under Fan Gao's horrified gaze.

The tongue began to extend and lengthen, becoming extremely slender like the White Impermanence in the legend of ghosts and gods.

Then, the nearly one-meter-long tongue suddenly swung and directly wrapped around Fan Gao's neck.

Damn!

The latter felt a chill piercing into his bones, and his limbs and bones felt like they were falling into an ice cave.

And the hanged ghost floating in the air shook his head back and forth.

The cracked corners of his mouth almost bent to his ears, and his bulging eyes revealed an imperceptible joy.

It seemed that he couldn't wait to kill the human in front of him, so that the other party could also bear the pain he suffered.

"Uh...!"

Fan Gao's neck was tightly wrapped, and his body was gradually pulled up.

A strong sense of suffocation filled his chest.

He had to throw away the flashlight and free one hand to grab the tongue.

The other hand held the weapon and slashed back and forth.

It was a similarBrass knuckles are a kind of fist weapon.

[Name: Tainted Claws]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Attack Power: Average]

[Special Effect: After hitting the target, it may cause poison damage for 5 seconds]

[Equipment conditions: Agility greater than or equal to 5, Strength greater than or equal to 5]

[Note: The material of the weapon seems to come from an Indochinese tiger that unfortunately drank the water of the Ganges, but the manufacturer has always denied it]

[Note: I am not clean anymore]

Although the attack distance is short, the special effect is not bad.

It is a weapon with obvious advantages and disadvantages.

I saw Fan Gao holding his tongue with his left hand, barely opening a gap for himself to breathe.

His right hand kept stabbing.

The sharp brass knuckles cut the hanged ghost's tongue with wounds.

A fishy, ​​turbid liquid flowed out of it.

Despite this, he still refused to let go and entangled Fan Gao tightly.

The two sides were in a stalemate and confrontation.

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

Fan Gao's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and his whole body burst with strength.

His right hand was covered with a large amount of spiritual energy, and he punched the hanged ghost in the face.

The latter was struck by lightning, and the power of his tongue was greatly reduced.

Fan Gao took this opportunity to finally get a chance to breathe.

He turned around and got rid of his restraints, and his feet turned from hanging in the air to landing on the ground.

He subconsciously took a few steps back, preparing to distance himself and fight again.

He suddenly felt a chill on his back and cold sweat on his forehead.

Damn, I forgot that I was still on the thirteenth step!

The air fell into a dead silence at this moment.

Fan Gao swallowed his saliva, trembling and turning his eyes to look at his feet.

Level one, level two... level twelve, level thirteen!

His right foot was on the thirteenth step!

A gust of cold air blew past, and dozens of pairs of icy arms covered Fan Gao's back.

In an instant, he lost the ability to move.

The whole person was like a sculpture, standing still.

Clang-clang-

The brass knuckles fell to the ground, and the crisp sound echoed in the stairs.

Fan Gao's arms drooped weakly, and he fell straight on the steps.

The body, which was gradually losing its temperature, was dragged to the third floor by the recovered hanged ghost.

...

Outside the office square, a very dazzling flashlight beam was swinging back and forth.

From a distance, you can see that the man with the tactical flashlight has a yellow and round head.

"The direction pointed by the pointer is here."

Yes, the person who came was Qin Nuo.

He followed the instructions of the task props and walked all the way from the main entrance to the office square.

In theory, the five players should go to different areas to find the seal.

The player nicknamed Fan Gao has already come to the office square, so he should go somewhere else.

But Qin Nuo can't do anything.

Because the pointer keeps pointing here.

"Well... If you meet teammates, try to keep a distance. I guess the mission restrictions will not be triggered."

After thinking for a while, he walked towards the office building.

It can be seen that in addition to holding a flashlight in his left hand and a Type 56 submachine gun hanging on his shoulder.

The black and white photo frame was also held by Qin Nuo.

The man in the photo frame originally had a bitter face.

At this time, his expression was a little painful and a little scared.

He showed a strong desire to escape...