dead me, join the horror game

After a few minutes.

"That's it, no wonder..."

After listening to Yu Ling's description, Zuo Tong nodded in confusion.

The game in Yuquan Village has been going on for 2 months, but she is the first calamity to successfully enter this world. Most of the weirdos here don't know the existence of calamity. In their cognition, only the spring god can It is the highest life form.

The reason for this situation is only known to Zuo Tong herself. She was kicked out by Quanshen the moment she first entered the game, but she didn't know why she was able to mix into this world as an NPC. Before that, here There has never been a disaster.

Spring God's vigilance is in place, and all the disasters are eliminated in the first step of player screening, and the remaining players are naturally unable to cause any disturbances in its world.

It's a pity that it has been at ease for too long, and it did not expect disaster to sneak into the NPC at all, but if it had some precautions, it would not be caught so quickly.

No wonder the masked zombie in front of him doesn't know what a disaster is. It turned out to be the hands and feet of the spring god...

"It doesn't matter what you are..."

Just when Zuo Tong was thinking about how to deal with Quanshen, the masked zombie beside him suddenly said viciously: "But since you want...to be an enemy of Quanshen, you have to pay...a price."

"Don't you think about it?"

Zuo Tong is quite optimistic about its combat power, even if the opponent is still stubborn, she will still give it a chance: "Except for the conditions above, how about giving you another house?"

In order to win over this masked zombie, she gave generous treatment, even the bewildered male corpse was enthusiastically pulled over by her and assigned to a mortuary to lay corpses.

Compared with the treatment of masked zombies, the "Prince Charming" on the side looked a bit shabby, and it only got one coffin.

Correspondingly, its position is also very relaxed. Its main task is to play the role of a dead person, and there is almost no pressure on it.

After listening to Zuo Tong's description, the male corpse accepted the job decisively without any hesitation.

Although it doesn't know what's special about this sickly-looking girl who can hit the ground with one punch, but when she learns that doing so can cut off the connection with the spring god, it knows that it is here to decide.

As for where it is now...

Well, after signing the contract, the male corpse received his first task, which was to return to the Marriage House to deliver Zuo Tong's invitation, and the focus of his work was to inform the strange red-clothed dog.

As for whether the other party agrees or disagrees, everything depends on their choice, Zuo Tong does not insist on this.

But the masked zombie in front of him is different. It is a staunch supporter of Quanshen, and it even contradicted itself in front of everyone present. It has already turned into a negative example and stood on the edge of the sword.

Both Yu Ling and Yingzui saw what happened just now. As a calamity, how to deal with this masked zombie is very important.

It's fine if it lets go, but if it still insists on refusing, then Zuo Tong can only do it himself.

It is impossible to let go, even the monkeys in the mountains know that they must stand up when they are provoked in front of the little brother, not to mention that she also needs to show her ability as a [plague] here.

That's why she didn't threaten to force masked zombies to join her world. From the beginning to the end, she was kind and persuasive, and she made "benevolence" to the extreme.

I don't know if it has been discovered...

"Hmph, stop messing around, it's impossible for me...to go with a piece of trash like you."

Well, it seems not.

The masked zombie didn't notice the murderous intent hidden in the girl's gentle words, and said with a sneer, "I don't know... how you seduced them, but I absolutely... can't be fooled."

It only knows that it was defeated by the joint efforts of ghosts and fellow zombies, and it is extremely disdainful of this so-called master.

Isn't it just a human being?

Without their protection, this kind of girl with a weak physique can be killed with just one punch with her eyes closed.

It's really a beautiful idea to want it to be called the master just like this.

"Well, since that's the case, I won't force it anymore." After getting a negative answer, Zuo Tong could only shake his head regretfully and then stretched out the middle finger of his right hand in full view of everyone.

Cough, stretched out wrong, it should be the index finger.

"Unfortunately, we have to say goodbye." Before the words finished, a cloud of colorful black mist emerged from the girl's fingertips, and under her control, it swept towards the front at an astonishing speed. When the zombie realized what was going on, the black mist melted into its heart and disappeared.

what?

It looked down at its chest in confusion, but didn't find the expected wound.

"What... did you do?" The masked zombie asked suspiciously, but before it could say the second sentence, it realized something was wrong.

The body doesn't seem to listen to it.

In the next second, its body turned gray-black at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye. Accompanied by the sound of sand rubbing against each other, the masked zombie's whole body began to disintegrate rapidly, and countless gray dust fell from its body surface. Falling off, the sturdy body began to shrivel up at an astonishing speed.

Despite being treated like this, it still didn't make a sound, and in the next second it fell powerlessly on the ground and fell into several pieces, scaring Yu Ling who was closest to it so much that his hair stood on end, and he flew away in a hurry .

Even if it dared to bite off its own fingers abruptly, it was still a little terrified in the face of this strange way of death.

"sand--"

In less than five seconds, the tall and powerful zombie was now left with a dark green raincoat covered with gray dust, and its iconic crying mask. Its black eyes seemed to be telling something.

Maybe it regretted it at the last moment, but who knows?

"Goo."

This horrifying scene naturally couldn't escape Melville's eyes. Although she knew that calamities were extremely powerful existences, this kind of lethality was simply too terrifying.

Even if her sister Patil killed this zombie, it would take nearly half a minute to do it with the power of [Greed], but the [Plague] in front of her took less than 5 seconds to kill it. To kill so easily was really beyond her imagination.

Fortunately, she is not the kind of lunatic who kills everyone she sees, otherwise her sister will face an extremely terrifying opponent.

"Is this the lethality of the plague..." Ying Zui hugged her body, her face pale.

Although it was a knife, the plague probably wouldn't work on it, but when it saw the masked zombie that easily defeated itself turn into dust in an instant, the power of the left pupil was deeply imprinted in its heart.

Calamity, are they all this powerful?

"These things are no longer dangerous, don't worry about them, everyone go to sleep."

Noticing the various looks cast by the three (ghosts), Zuo Tong stretched out his hand and recovered the [Plague] in the ashes into his hand, then looked away pretending nothing happened, and closed his eyes while lying on the bed .

She is quite satisfied with this public prestige and ability test.

Now I can keep [Plague] about three meters away from me at most, and use up to about 10% of the reserves at a time. Unless it is something that is insulated from the plague, it will be affected more or less, and it will not be more direct than reaching out. How much is the contact.

In addition to the teleportation that she just used, she can also attach [Plague] to other objects, which she couldn't do before anyway.

What I can know is that I have really controlled the [Plague] in my body now, even if I have direct contact with other people, it will not infect them. That is to say, the passive skills that have been bothering her have now become active skills. If she If you want, you can close it.

The only shortcoming at present lies in the recovery of [Plague], of course, this is for attacking weirdness, if she uses a large amount of [Plague] to attack this kind of inhuman enemy, in the process of attacking the opponent It will continue to consume [Plague] in order to change the opponent's body structure, and finally achieve the result of disease and death.

She just invested nearly 10% of [Plague] on that zombie to have such a terrifying killing effect, and only half of it was recovered into the body in the end.

It can be seen that if she does not continue to replenish [Plague], then the reserves of [Plague] in her body will gradually decrease, which is inevitable.

At present, if you want to increase your strength, you must look for a world with many NPCs...

Thinking of this, Zuo Tong wanted to say thank you to the spring god who had never met before. If it hadn't been for the fact that it has accumulated so many tourists, it would be impossible for her to reach where she is today.

The gray mist absorbed at the Fenton Winery was all pediatrics, and almost all of it was used to repair her body when fighting Mary, and it hardly improved her at all.

It has to be the God of Spring, without which it really can't work!

-

There were a few remaining stars hanging in the gray sky, and a faint red glow could be seen in the far east, but it didn't take long for the rising sun to be shrouded in dark clouds again.

"Gah!"

"Gah!"

The crows flew from nowhere and hovered in the air, smelling the rancid smell from the village. They scrambled to land on the ground and tasted the delicious meals in front of them.

It's a pity that they can't seem to identify the cause of death of these corpses. After paying half of the same race as the price, they finally realized the problem.

Bastard, these foods are poisonous!

A strong red-eyed crow realized something was wrong after eating a full mouthful of pus, and tried to fly away from these terrible foods, but before it could fly far, it broke down from the air with a dead breath. It precisely hit the window of a board room, making a loud noise.

"Boom!"

In the dark hut, Manan Will had a dream. In the dream, he was chased and killed by a big plague-infected rat, and even had an arm bit off.

Ha ha.

It's funny, how can there be such a big mouse in this world?

This must be a dream, look at me with a sliding shovel first...

"Fake!"

Hearing a loud noise in a trance, Manan Will turned over skillfully and successfully pressed his right shoulder under his body. He woke up immediately after the wound made intimate contact with the blanket.

"hiss……"

After waking up, he immediately recalled what happened last night, and quickly looked at the dead mouse under the bed, his face turned green instantly.

Because of the terrain, the pus flowed from the shriveled mouse skin to under his bed, covering almost half of the ground.

It's over, how should he get out now?

-

ps: 3.9w has been repaid

The employees have almost collected, and it is estimated that the second volume will be completed in Chapter 3-4.

Volume 125 Yuquan Village: Chapter 119 Chapter 6 Returning to Houyue Mountain ([-]K)

"Fake..."

Manan Weir knelt on the bed and glanced at the floor below, and suddenly took a breath.

It's over, there is a full distance of 3 or 4 meters from him to the door, but almost the whole process is covered by pus, although he can take advantage of the difference in terrain to make a leap, but after thinking about it carefully, he still Abandon this stupid practice.

The first is this distance. The probability of him successfully jumping over it is less than 3%, and this is the probability of not falling after landing. Once he lands and accidentally lies on the pus, he can go to see God in advance.

The second is that his current body is weak. The blood loss and hunger took away a lot of his physical strength. It is lucky that he can wake up now. The probability of taking off in this state is to have intimate contact with pus, and then go to see God.

Since there is no hope of jumping over, is there any other way?

Manan Will glanced around, and finally set his sights on the red blanket under his body. At this time, the blood on it had already dried up, revealing a large area of ​​dark red.

Last night, in order to prevent excessive blood loss at the severed arm, he purposely turned his right shoulder upwards before peacefully closing his eyes and passing out.

Even so, the blood from the wound still dripped onto the sheet, but now he was not concerned about the blood on it, but the blanket itself.

Wouldn't it be nice if he threw this blanket on the floor as a springboard?

Thinking of this, Manan Will immediately became excited, and quickly stood up and took out the blanket under his feet, but just as he was about to throw it on the ground, the warning that suddenly appeared in his mind stopped immediately .

After looking down at the thickness of the blanket, Manan Will took a deep breath with fear on his face, and patted his chest with the phantom limb that once existed.

Fortunately, the brain suddenly grew out at the critical moment, otherwise something serious would happen.

The blanket in his hand was too thin, if he just threw it down like this, it might not be completely soaked in pus the moment it hit the ground.

"Huh, it's okay." Regarding this situation, Manan Will, whose IQ had returned to the high ground, immediately came up with a countermeasure.

Since it's not thick enough, wouldn't I just need to fold up the blanket and be done?

Sure enough, after he folded the blanket and threw it on the ground twice in a row, there was no sign of wetness on it, even if Manan Will jumped on the blanket, there was still no problem.

Very good!

This was the first time that Manan Weir felt the joy of solving puzzles with his IQ. Even when he won the last game, he was not as happy as he is now.

At that time, he was overcoming difficulties with other people, but now he is facing these strange things alone, the rest of his life will always make people happy, isn't it?

"crunch-"

With an extremely excited mood, Manan Will pushed open the door of the room and came to this empty ancestral hall barefoot. He saw the pair of embroidered shoes not far from his feet at first sight.

Well, the talisman is still completely pasted on it, why don't you just take it back and take pictures for everyone...

Just when Manan Will bent down to pick up the shoes on the ground, he suddenly noticed an extremely strange gaze resting on him.

Although he didn't look up to confirm, this hairy feeling wouldn't lie, there must be something standing in front of him.

No, you can't look up.

Judging from his experience, he should pretend he didn't see it at this time. If it really didn't work, he would have to take off the talismans on the shoes and use them temporarily.

"..."

The silence lasted for a long time, but what Manan Will never expected was that the other party chose to speak on his own initiative, and the words were astonishing, and he directly pronounced his name.

"Manan Will, is that your name?"