Nightmare Game: This hunter is too scary

"Character template fusion is underway for you..."

Christmas Demon' Anderson. Margeris' memory and personality are loading.

Ling Yichuan's consciousness tingled slightly.

He sensed that a very long memory was trying to enter his brain.

Those memories carry extremely complex and strong emotions...

Resentment, jealousy, unwillingness... And contempt for God, mockery of life.

Like a bottle of spicy and mellow rum.

In the long span of complex memories, there is a melody of a song that seems to run throughout.

"Jingle Bells"

is one of Christmas' most famous children's songs.

Its melody lingered in the depths of Anderson's memory, lingering like a nightmare.

The crisp child's voice, the heavenly child's voice, kept singing:

"jingle bells jingle bells Jingle all the way oh what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh ..." But

this song, which was supposed to bring happiness at Christmas, was filled with deep sorrow and hatred in his memory.

Why?

Ling Yichuan was curious and wanted to know.

So, he tried harder to accept Anderson's personality and gradually integrate it into himself... Or rather, mutual penetration and mutual integration.

Soon, with the power of the character template fusion system, Ling Yichuan came to the depths of old Anderson's memory and came to the childhood of this Christmas demon.

A cracked half-length mirror hangs on the wall, reflecting a pale and emaciated boy.

Ling Yichuan looked at "himself" in the mirror, and a touch of bitterness and grief could not help but appear in his heart.

"Myself" was dressed in shabby clothes that did not fit, with chapped lips and dull yellow hair.

Live like a malnourished stray dog.

It was cold, and he snorted, leaned in front of the mirror, and let out a hot breath.

The mirror is misty.

Fingers that were frozen to the point of blue wrote a line on the mirror covered with water vapor.

'Merry Christmas to you, Anderson.

After a while, he choked back tears and wrote another line.

'Happy birthday to you, Anderson. '

Suddenly! Bang! The door was kicked open with force, and a fierce-faced boy rushed in with an unopened Christmas present, yelling,

"Anderson! You are lazy in the attic again! It's Christmas, don't force me to beat you up! Go down and help my mom make gingerbread! This is your task! When you're done, drag the ground again! And roast chicken! Damn roast chicken! Have you mixed the sauce?! Lazy little wild species!

Looking at his disgusting face, a strong killing intent surged from the bottom of his heart.

This big boy is named Chris. Magris.

Nominally, he is his own younger brother.

The tsunami-like memories and emotions washed over again, drowning Ling Yichuan...

He drowns in memory, semi-obsessively perceiving Anderson's past.

For as long as he can remember, Anderson has been adopted into a white couple's family, given by them and given his last name after his adoptive father.

He had heard his adoptive parents talk about his birth more than once.

It is said that his biological mother was an incorrigible poisonous ghost, and God knows which man he crossed with to make him a wild species.

Such a woman, giving birth, usually does not go to the hospital.

Just one Christmas, on the great day of the birth of Jesus....

Anderson was born!

In the toilet of a cheap hotel!

His adoptive father, whenever he talked about it, always carried a kind of lofty alms, and his eyebrows fluttered with mercy.

Anderson was destined to drown in the toilet, however, another addict downstairs heard baby cries coming from the wall.

He called the police.

Soon, police and firefighters arrived at the hotel, where they found Anderson's baby stuck in the sewer.

It took a lot of effort to smash the wall, cut the water pipe, and rescue it.

As a premature baby born to a poisonous insect, Anderson would have had a hard time surviving.

But I don't know if it was God's favor, his life was particularly tenacious, and he survived very healthy in the end.

He was soon adopted by his now adoptive parents.

The adoptive mother did not say why she adopted him, but Anderson himself could guess.

The two of them were unable to have children....

Wrong.

It was when I thought I couldn't have children.

Anderson is a lucky man born on Christmas Day, and people always say that children born at Christmas will bring great luck to the family.

He did bring luck.

Adoptive parents who could not have children ... He actually gave birth to his own child in the third year after adopting him!

Their own son, Chris. Magris.

Chris's birth ended Anderson's happiest time.

That is....

The first three years of a long life.

After the age of 3, they lost their color.

Since Chris was born, Anderson hasn't received even the slightest attention from his adoptive parents.

He became a child laborer, nanny for his "younger brother"... Punching bag.

Anderson has been patient, and he is waiting, waiting for the day when his adoptive parents will refocus on him.

In childhood, people always have unrealistic fantasies.

Every year at Christmas, Anderson's most positive day.

He wanted to try it.

If you do well enough, will you get praise from your adoptive parents?

If they praise themselves, will they suddenly realize ...

Christmas Day, is it also your birthday?

Do they feel guilty about it?

Will you think... God, we haven't helped Anderson with his birthday in so many years?

We actually ignored him for so long?

Unfortunately, all fantasies are just fantasies after all.

No one ever remembered his birthday again.

Christmas is beautiful, it just has nothing to do with him.

When he is busy with all the chores, Anderson should obediently roll back to his dark attic, not delaying the happiness of the Magris family.

From neglect, he breeds hatred.

The first object of hatred is his "younger brother" Chris, who is three years younger than him but taller than him!

He saw a hideous fragment of memory.

His brother Chris, wearing a Christmas hat, drowned in his pool face down and back up.

Gifts from friends and family, gifts with beautiful wrapping... One by one, they floated beside his corpse.

The sound of Christmas music in the room was as clear as it was in the ears:

"Jingle bells jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh ..."

Anderson turned his head and looked at the adoptive parents and relatives and friends in the house with a look of horror on their faces, as if in slow motion, pushing him away, Rush to the pool....

Boom

- a blood-colored memory frenzy rushed over, completely submerging Ling Yichuan!

Anderson's life passed through his consciousness rapidly!

He was sent to a psychiatric hospital ... Leaving the psychiatric hospital....

Muddy mixed days.

Every Christmas, he disguises himself as Santa Claus to kill a bear child he doesn't like.

He didn't know why he hated children so much... Maybe it's related to the dead "brother" Chris, or maybe...

Just like the adoptive parents said.

He, Anderson, was born bad.

So he hates children and doesn't need a reason.

Kill if you hate it.

Year by year

, the song has been echoing in his ears:

"Jingle bells jingle bells Jingle all the way..."

Until later in his life, after a drunkenness, he somehow came to the Arctic town of Ayras, California, and saw the announcement of the recruitment of Santa Claus actors....

He got his first long-term job.

God knows how fit he is to play Santa!

Old Anderson is shaped like Santa Claus and his voice is well imitated, but because he is not kind enough, he cannot play the person in charge of the close-up and cannot take pictures with tourists.

He can only shoot distant scenes, drive reindeer in the wind and snow, or climb chimneys to deliver Christmas gifts to the town's children and travelers overnight.

Afterward...... Old Anderson was pitted by several children.

When he was climbing the chimney, the mayor's child deliberately loosened the fastening of the escalator, so he broke his leg and became a lame Santa Claus ever since.

This brought his hatred of children to the peak!

And because of his lameness, in the end, even Santa Claus's job could not be saved.

This former Christmas Eve serial murderer, although he is still full of resentment, has lost the strength of his youth.

Anderson came to the end of Oak Street, intending to hang himself using the long-dead old oak tree.

He wants to curse this damn town with his own death! Curse this group of uncultured little beasts who have caused themselves to lose their jobs! And their animal parents!

Christmas music sounded:

"Jingle bells jingle bells Jingle all the way..."

Old Anderson was surprised to find....

This long-dead tree is a thousand years old... No, maybe it's a 10,000-year-old oak tree!

Suddenly, the branches and leaves were flourishing and the lights were lit!

In the body of the old oak tree, a tree hole has appeared that has never been seen before... The inside glows warmly yellow.

Like the glow of "home".

He entered it, saw Santa Claus who was divided into corpses, saw the mask of the Christmas devil....

He put on a mask and became a demon.

......

[Level 9 'Hunter' 'A Thousand Swords into the Buddha Country, Crushing Bones to Bliss' Ling Yichuan entered the game.

Anderson woke up and he felt like his brain was a little bloated.

For a moment, he couldn't figure out who he was.

It's 'Christmas Devil' Anderson. Magris, or Ling Yichuan, an ordinary high school student in Xia Country?

Soon, the two personalities finally separated a certain boundary.

Ling Yichuan finally got into Anderson's personality completely, and he soberly converged his personality part and made himself as completely as possible to become Anderson.

He found that his perspective had changed.

The Christmas Devil's perspective is huge.

Human eyes grow directly in front of them, so the angle of view is relatively narrow, only about 124 degrees.

And his current perspective....

It is probably more than 300 degrees.

He rolled the two sheep eyes on his face and looked around.

Behind him was a spotlessly clean futon, and in front of him was an equally spotless writing desk with nothing on it.

It was an exceptionally clean bedroom.

The overall décor of the bedroom is very Christmas... There are various Christmas posters on the walls, a small Christmas tree in the corner, covered with blingbling ornaments....

Even the window frames are red and green.

Ling Yichuan sat at the table, and he could clearly feel that he was sitting very cramped... Compared to his own size, the chair is too small.

Outside the closed windows, street lamps illuminate a spacious road and illuminate the brightly lit storefronts on both sides.

Nice looking town.

Christmas music was playing in the distance:

"Jingle bells jingle bells Jingle all the way..."

Anderson felt a pang of irritation.

He stood up.

The height was too high for him to bow over.

The glass window in front of him reflected, and he saw his image at the moment.

A sheep-headed demon who is more than two meters tall, but wears a ridiculous red cotton jacket, which looks unusual.

"I know where this is..."

his voice seemed to come from underground, with a distant echo:

"This is 'Santa's home'... Hey...... Second floor bedroom..."

This is the most scenic area of Arctic Town, the northernmost part of Oak Street.

Said to be Santa's home, it is actually a model house with a stir-fry gimmick, and one-third of the house is arranged as a warm home for tourists to take photos;

The other two-thirds are places that sell Christmas souvenirs.

Once he was... I dreamed of living here.

Ridimental.

A house where no one lives, but the best and most spacious house in the entire Arctic town.

But this is not for an old actor who plays Santa Claus.

They would rather be empty and make a model house for public display than give him a place to live.

At this time, the fugitives also entered the game.

[Level 9 'Fugitive' 'Three points return to vitality, seven points rely on hard work' Wang Minghui enters the game. ] 【Level

9 'Fugitive' 'Treasure Hunter' Liu Zhaodi enters the game. 】

【Level 9 'Fugitive' 'Money Never Sleeps' Zou Xuan enters the game. 【

Level 9 'Fugitive' 'Backstabbing Man' Yan Yucheng enters the game. Ling

Yichuan glanced at it.

Well? Why are they all level 9 this time?

After a little thought, he understood.

Because level 10 is a hurdle.

After level 10, the item bar will increase by 1 tile.

Therefore, the system seems to try not to match players above level 10 with players below level 10, and try to avoid this completely avoidable unfairness.

Subsequently, he noticed two of the Red Nightmare titles.

The red nightmare titles of 'Three points to return to vitality, seven points to rely on hard work' and 'Backstabbing Man'

are not very widespread yet.

Players with the Red Nightmare title are generally strong players who deserve more attention.

In addition....

He saw a somewhat familiar name.

Yan Yucheng.

The dark yellow cross-pupil goat's eyes moved slightly.

Is it the one who posted that he was going to slip me?

Ling Yichuan was slightly excited.

Anderson's face has almost merged with the weird sheep face mask, the mask is bony, and he can't make any expression.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his big plate teeth, then grinded his teeth from side to side.

Looks like a goat man.

"Do some preparations...

"Taking out the 'Talisman of the Bound God' from the prop slot, the Christmas Demon raised his head and opened his mouth wide, trying to swallow the thing.

Halfway through, he became worried again.

"Gee... "

My stomach acid... Will it completely melt this thing?

"If the props were completely destroyed in my stomach... There is not even a chance to repair..." The

Christmas Demon's temperament was changeable and treacherous, and Ling Yichuan was wearing his skin and personality at the moment, and his personality had changed into his shape.

Without much thought, he untied his big red cotton jacket again, revealing a pale to almost transparent belly.

Ling Yichuan used the claws of the Christmas Devil to buckle deeply into his abdomen, and then pulled them to the sides!

"Hiss-tear-pull-"

Multiple layers of skin and a thin layer of fat were torn apart, revealing the wriggling black-gray stomach within.

He stuffed the thorn-wrapped talisman into his open stomach, and then watched the belly slowly heal.

Patted the belly.

"Put it in the stomach ... I am not afraid of being easily damaged... Hehehe..." Ever

since he saw that this thing was easily damaged in Note 2 of the amulet, Ling Yichuan had thought of this method.

Just don't know if it's feasible.

Try it now, it should work.

At this time, the Christmas demon felt something.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

On the empty street, the wind and snow seem to be a little bigger...

As if there were people out there looking at themselves.

Fine snowflakes fell, faintly, and seemed to outline a faint transparent human figure.

System Tip:

[The grievances of these townspeople cannot affect your hunting.] [

As long as you don't turn them into evil spirits...].