The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

The cramped studio, about ten square meters.

Although Sunanzhi came twice, she didn't notice it.

The studio is inlaid inside the castle, the narrow space is dull and damp, and the cold light of the dusk outside shines through, revealing the things that have been covered in dust for a long time.

There is a circle of works in the studio, which are basically the life of the young master in various locations of the castle.

There are those who eat snacks in the rose garden, those who are greedy for grapefruit under the trees in summer, and those who are fiddling with water lilies in the lakeside pavilion by boat...

There are big and small in terms of age, and there are no rules for placement, but there are no exceptions.

None of them have faces.

From the break in, it can be done in a few minutes.

There are only things related to painting in the house, and some coagulated bloodstains, and nothing else can be found.

There are still five or six hours until 12 o'clock in the evening.

Wang Xingzhi said: "The grudge in the painting will not let us go. Today we have demolished people's nests, and he will definitely come to us at night."

I thought of the grudge in the painting holding a hatchet and smashing his face.

Sunanzhi couldn't help but reached out and touched her cheek, realizing the horror of dungeon bosses.

He was so scared that he was about to cry, holding back his tearful pupils, sniffing his nose to keep the tears from falling.

"Then what should I do?" Su Nanzhi's voice was muffled, and she looked at Gu Jingshuang subconsciously.

The other party was particularly indifferent. After seeing his eyes, not only was he not as comforting as before, but he was extremely indifferent.

Sunanzhi pinched the soft flesh on her cheek.

Why is Gu Jingshuang so sick?

He subconsciously thought that the other party must have forgotten to take the medicine and felt unwell.

Although Su Nanzhi didn't realize it, Wang Xingzhi was a person, and he almost quickly noticed the strange atmosphere between the two.

I thought the two of them had a very good personal relationship, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

This is a great opportunity to step in.

Taking this opportunity to make good friends with God Gu will only benefit the current situation and the future.

Wang Xingzhi spoke out to try to judge Gushen's attitude.

"Senior Nanzhi has nothing to do, what can we vulgars do?"

Sunan Zhiai looked at him with her eyes.

Those dark pupils, like a puddle of water, were said by Wang Xingyi, unable to stop the fear and shed tears.

Crystal tears swept across his cheeks and silently converged on his pointed chin.

Wang Xingzhi scratched his hair, turned his face away, raised his eyebrows, and said impatiently, "What a squeamish mother! Are you made of water?"

Crying is annoying.

I've never felt annoyed before, like a cat's claws, I closed my sharp claws and scratched gently with a pad of meat.

Spinal numbness and itching.

I've never felt this way before, it's daunting, it's scary.

Wang Xingzhi gritted his fangs, his eyes darkened.

The live broadcast of horror games is not a game that is bent on killing people.

I don't know when it started, but a life-saving rule appeared.

Each player can quit the game no more than three times, but the penalty escalates after each quit.

For the first time to quit, it was the pain of dismembering the corpse.

The second exit was the horror of the torn soul.

The third time...the deceased is not returned.

So far, no one knows what the third withdrawal will be like. People who are driven by desire never back down.

Wang Xingzhi is one of them. He routinely tells newcomers how to quit, but he never comes to persuade them to quit.

At this time, he was stunned.

Looking at those wet eyes, the corners of his lips pursed bitterly.

"It really doesn't work, you can quit."

"Exit?" Su Nanzhi looked ignorant.

Gu Jingshuang sneered, and looked at Su Nanzhi, her eyes half smiling but not smiling, making it difficult to discern his thoughts.

"Oh, good way."

Sunanzhi wasn't stupid enough to ask the two of them directly, he quickly asked Mr. System.

"Mr. System, after participating in the game, can I quit? Can I also quit the game?"

Mr. System sighed: "No."

Then he explained patiently: "Host, you should have been one of the bosses of this dungeon. Because you were too weak after death, you were taken over by ghosts. Essentially, you are an NPC, and you must, like the boss, be taken over by a ghost. This dungeon is bound, and you cannot leave the dungeon to survive... But now there is a little accident, and you have become a special NPC. But even a special NPC is fundamentally different from the player."

The system emphasizes: "Players can have three chances to quit, but special NPCs do not. The only way for you to leave the dungeon is to clear the dungeon, or..."

Before the system could finish speaking, the voice behind suddenly turned into a garbled code, causing Su Nanzhi's ears to hurt.

Wang Xingzhi saw that his eyes were embarrassed, and he clicked until: "It's too late to quit now."

Indeed, now that he quits, he will not do anything to him. Once the second batch of players arrives, no matter what identity Su Nanzhi is, they will not let him go.

Because, someone in the x organization asked for one of the things in this copy.

Once the dungeon battle begins, even God Gu will have to give way.

At the same time, several famous celebrities on the list aired into the live broadcast room.

As soon as it came up, the money was scattered and the atmosphere of the live broadcast room was high.

【what happened? Wow, why did the big guy appear in the live broadcast room? 】

[Wow woo woo, it's the ice goddess! 】

[Is this copy going to enter the second batch of people? 】

Several rich and powerful people expressed their opinions in the live broadcast room.

[In two days, we will enter the dungeon to join the king team, please support me~]

One sentence stirred up a thousand waves.

[No, is everyone so crazy in order to open up a new dungeon? 】

[The ice goddesses are here, hahaha, shouldn't they be here to chase after the gods? 】

[Maybe it’s true, the Ice Goddess can have the SSR Succubus Heart in her hands, even Gu Shen can’t resist it. 】

【Where did you put Jasmine? 】

[Will there be people who like a flower like Gu Shen? I look forward to the day when God Gu falls in love! 】

[Go away, don't make an appointment, take away Gu Shen. 】

…

At this time, Sunanzhi didn't know anything about what was coming.

He said to Wang Xingzhi, "I'm not leaving."

After knowing that she could not leave the dungeon, Sunanzhi began to concentrate on studying the dungeon.

There are faceless paintings in the studio, basically pointing to the same person.

he himself.

Sunanzhi can be sure that the person in the painting is herself.

The resentful ghost in the painting is angry with himself, does it come from his adoptive father?

Sunanzhi wanted to know what happened here after she died.

He kicked the rubble with his foot and saw the painting pressed under the stone.

Blue sky and white clouds, the castle has not yet climbed full of roses.

The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the white gauze floats, and the young master sleeps on the big retro-colored bed.

The young master had no face and was wearing vintage pajamas.

Upon closer inspection, I found that he was clutching the side of the corner of his clothes tightly, looking a little nervous.

There are no heavy outlines of colors and lines, just a very smooth outline, which makes people's eyes pop.

But it was these subtle details that made Sunanzhi realize.

The person in the painting may not be himself.

Even if they are wearing the same clothes and doing similar movements, there are still differences in the details.

He hurriedly picked up a few other paintings and made some comparisons.

In several paintings, the "little master" in the painting is quietly clutching the corner of his clothes.

Even if you can't see that face, you can't ignore the dullness and softness of "Little Young Master"'s hair.

This is completely different from Sunanzhi!

Sunanzhi's hair is fluffy and soft, and even has a slight curvature. The top of her hair is always curled up in disobedient hair, and it takes a lot of time to take care of it every time.

But the other party is not him, why should he wear the same clothes and do the same actions?

Crows quack outside the window, and the sky here is perpetually gloomy and full of dense, moist water vapor.

Sunanzhi looked up at the sky.

In my impression, the blue sky and various colored clouds gradually faded into a completely unfamiliar scenery.

"What did you find?" Wang Xingzhi asked: "After searching for so many days, I finally found something related to the painting. After walking around for a few times, there is no serious road."

No way?

Sunanzhi was startled.

"Why is there no way here?"

Sunanzhi remembered clearly.

There are several villas next to the old castle. When I was a child, I could climb to the neighbor's brother's house in just a few minutes.

Disappeared now?

Su Nanzhi couldn't believe it. He said to Gu Jingshuang and Wang Xingzhi, "I'll go out."

From the beginning to the present, I am afraid that no one has seen the whole picture outside the villa seriously.

Sunanzhi stepped forward and walked all the way according to the direction she remembered.

Ten minutes later, Wang Xingzhi and Gu Jingshuang followed.

Sunanzhi was standing far away from the castle, and there was nothing in front of him.

He realized that there was someone next to him, reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, with a very blank expression on his face.

"Is this the real world?"

Gu Jingshuang stood beside him and looked down to see the sparkling light in his apricot eyes swaying around.

Oh, to cry again.

Then he saw the boy, and he held back his tears.

The flushed eyelids trembled slightly, and the tip of the small nose wrinkled.

Gu Jingshuang was used to seeing life and death and was indifferent.

Never cared about the feelings of those around you.

emotion?

Weak idiots have only one dead end.

The world chooses the best, and the power is eternal.

He took out the candy bits from the bag and sprinkled them on the ground.

"You can understand that."

His voice was indifferent, and the air was filled with the aroma of cherry blossom sugar powder, but there was no lingering.

Sunanzhi saw the candy and didn't speak.

Just looked at Gu Jingshuang, took out another one, and handed it to him with a sigh: "It must have been broken in the studio, it's abominable. This is the last one, don't break it again~"

Again.

He stuffed candy into Gu Jingshuang's palm, but he didn't want it at all.

He is not happy, not happy.

Gu Jingshuang pursed her lips and threw the candy back into Sunanzhi's arms.

"I do not need."

"What happened to you?"

Sunanzhi didn't understand.

Looking at Gu Jingshuang's back as he walked farther and farther, Su Nanzhi felt that he was so miserable that he didn't even have a friend.

The body is so weak and the temper is not good.

He tore the cherry blossom candy open, put it in his mouth and licked it, and yelled at Gu Jingshuang, "You don't want me to eat it!"

Gu Jingshuang didn't look back.

Su Nanzhi suddenly felt a little wronged.

A sour feeling came to my mind.

All around is gone.

Brother housekeeper, neighbors 1, 2, and 3 also disappeared.

The world is so big, there are only lonely castles.

Gu Jingshuang also murdered him.

There was water in his eyes, and after grinding the cherry blossom candy, he couldn't feel the sweetness.

He choked and whispered, "Gu Jingshuang, I don't want you to be number one in the world."

Gu Jingshuang heard it.