Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 78 Times have changed
In less than a quarter of an hour, Li Cheng left the yard.

Frowning, he recalled his experience in the yard and gave a fair evaluation:

Not quite.

The monsters are not scary enough, the mechanics are too simple, and the scene design is not detailed enough, making it not fun to play.

The designs of many places are too old-fashioned, and when playing there is often a feeling of "Oh, as expected", without any surprises.

There is nothing special about the monsters when they are chasing people, the different types of monsters only differ in appearance, but there is no distinction made, it is just a change of skin.

Some parts are scary just for the sake of being scary, while others are not scary in the right way.

After playing the game as a whole, its horror level is almost the same as the moral integrity of the Immortal Master of the Refining Pavilion:
It definitely exists, but I can never find it when I need it.

All these make this dream too simple and straightforward, without much artistic sense.

But it's pretty good for hypnosis.

The overall evaluation is that the future is promising and we should keep working hard.

He yawned, he didn't know why he was still so sleepy in his dream, but he was too lazy to think about it.

Go back and take a break, play some "Wandering Hallway 2" to adjust yourself, and then continue working.

Behind him, Qingniang watched him leave, her fair face as gloomy as that of a dead person.

After groping around in her chest for a while, she took out a puppet from her arms, then picked up a pair of scissors and stabbed them hard.

Although she knew that this curse was useless now, she just wanted to do it.

"Damn thing!"

"What do you mean by no imagination? What do you mean by not very good? When I was creating illusions to scare people, your grandfather wasn't even formed yet. What qualifications do you have to tell me these mind-boggling things?"

"What is artistic sense? Tell me what the hell is artistic sense! Damn it, what is artistic sense!"

"Not scary enough? Is there something wrong with your brain? If you have any problem, go home and see a doctor. Don't come here to pollute my eyes!"

After the breathless penetration, Qingniang felt a little better, but she was also filled with deep doubts.

Is this an isolated case, or are all decent people like this now?

Before she fell asleep, she had not had much contact with the decent people, and she only knew that they were a group of persistent guys.

They are like flames. They will burn rapidly with just a little bit of fuel and don't care even if they burn themselves out in the end.

It seemed as if there were no heads on their necks, but spirit stones. As long as the spirit stone could be exchanged for something more than one spirit stone, they would exchange it without hesitation.

Life is not their own, but everyone's. Even if they can't see the day of victory, they still believe that others will see it for them.

The united will and confidence in victory made Qingniang feel that the other side was really a group of lunatics, so she simply took a nap to avoid the attack.

But who could have thought that the Demon Sect would fail like this?
What a bunch of useless people, good-for-nothings, losers.

After cursing the incompetent Demon Sect, Qingniang continued to think about why this happened.

Qi refining is supposed to be just an object for training, a tool that can be found everywhere, and nothing more than the dregs after the fear has been squeezed out of it.

After all, she had incorporated the Dao rhyme of the Golden Elixir into her illusion, so the other party should have been frightened to the point of fainting on the spot.

But now, Li Cheng had a bored face the whole time, and not only did he not gain any emotions, but he lost some instead.

After all, the operation of the formation requires mana, and the maintenance of the illusion also requires mana. All in all, I'm at a loss.

"Are all the decent people so powerful these days? Do they have this kind of skills even when it comes to Qi training?"

At this moment, Qingniang wanted to avoid the limelight and leave here.

However, his Ten Thousand Souls Banner is still here, and he has invested a lot in the early formation. The sunk cost of leaving now is too high.

"Maybe it's just an isolated case. That guy is just gifted and is a child of destiny favored by heaven and earth. Yes, that must be the case."

After comforting herself, Qingniang unfolded the formation, and soon led another person into the formation, allowing him to continue to experience it. A quarter of an hour later, the other party left the courtyard with a lack of interest, and when he left, he said in confusion: "Why is the quality of this dream so poor!"

"I need your uncle!"

Qingniang's cursed straw man has been pierced with a bird's nest, and the previously glorious beauty is now only furious.

If she hadn't been concerned that this was the territory of the righteous, and even had several powerful beings here, she would have wanted to drag everyone in the city into the illusion and see where she was lacking.

After calming down, she consoled herself, "It's okay, Qingniang, you are the best at creating fear, but these people just don't know what you are talking about. If I drag a few more people in, I will definitely be able to succeed with one or two of them."

But things went against her wishes. At the end of the day, she didn't receive a single good comment.

【What a bad dream. 】

[What's wrong with me recently? Why do I have such a bad dream? 】

[Not as fun as "The Corridor 2". ]

[Since I had this kind of dream, it seems that I haven’t played enough games recently. 】

【Rubbish. 】

Folding her umbrella, Qingniang sat on the door frame, feeling hopeless.

One is fine, but he just has no vision.

Two is fine, it's just my bad luck that I met two people with no vision.

But the fact that a group of people said so only showed that their strength had declined greatly over the years, and even some ordinary people could not be scared.

At this moment, Qing Niang felt that the methods she once took pride in were a joke, and she herself was a joke as well.

What annoyed her the most was that the formation illusions she created were often compared with something called "Wandering Corridor II".

And there is no comparison.

But what is that thing?
What kind of game is played in the bamboo slips?
You decent people are having a lot of fun now!

The more times Qingniang listened to it, the angrier she became about "Wandering in the Corridor 2", and she also had no good feelings towards its author Fangwai.

After finding that there were too many people praising her, she simply detained one person, searched the bamboo slips from him, copied "The Wandering Corridor II", and then immersed her spiritual thoughts into it according to the instructions.

Just as she was about to start, she was startled.

She was originally a Nascent Soul expert, but now the way of heaven has changed, and the Nascent Soul in her body has fallen into a deep sleep, with only a perfect golden elixir spinning around.

At this moment, the golden elixir burst out with an unprecedented buzzing sound, as if it had encountered something extremely terrifying, reminding her not to enter rashly.

But on the other hand, her magical powers told him that there was no danger to his life. The two were in conflict with each other, which made Qing Niang feel very uncomfortable.

After hesitating for a long time, she suppressed her fear and immersed her mind into it. Then the door to a new world opened.

What is this?

There are waves of excitement, and the interesting game mechanics never stop.

During the game, excitement and fear alternated, constantly squeezing the fear out of her, but also making her addicted to it, unable to extricate herself.

When she came back to reality in a daze and saw the formation and illusion she had created, she couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

There are no interesting mechanisms, no scary monsters. Although what the Qi-refining boy said before was unpleasant to the ear, he was not wrong at all.

My own methods are really too backward.

What you make yourself is just a bunch of garbage.

Times have changed.

(End of this chapter)