Do Not Laugh! This is a Horror Movie

The carved carved box that was snatched was taken all the way back to the room by Ren Lele.

Ren Lele squatted on the side of the bed, staring at the box, solemnly in a daze.

"Miss Fu." She said, "We got the box, but where do we go to find the key? I really don't want to stay in this horrible place for a day."

Fu Lanyu looked down at her: "Do you want the key?"

"Yeah, I was thinking when I lied to that orange, if you really have the key, then maybe we can pass the level directly."

"Get out of the way."

"……what?"

Seeing Fu Lanyu approaching, Ren Lele was confused, but didn't dare to violate this aunt, and immediately moved aside two steps obediently.

Fu Lanyu bent down, took out the copper key that Jing He gave him from his personal pocket, and inserted it into the keyhole of the box.

"..." Ren Lele almost thought that she was dazzled, and she covered her mouth in amazement, "Miss Fu, when did you find it? I feel that except for the moment you took a nap, we are obviously together!"

Fu Lanyu had no expression on his face, and said nonsense: "It's some kind of supernatural power that I want to do. I just touched it when I took a nap, and it was under the pillow."

"?"

In short, no matter how you find it, the result is good.

Disappointment changed to hope, and Ren Lele immediately became happy. She happily leaned forward to Fu Lanyu and looked inside the box.

The box exudes a faint musty smell, and it contains a piece of yellowed talisman paper and a box of seemingly ordinary matches.

Fu Lanyu picked up the talisman and carefully identified it, and compared it with the sharp knife in his hand, and found that the runes on the two things were the same.

They should all be used to kill the monster Bss.

Although so far, she hasn't even seen the true face of Bss.

Ren Lele asked, "I can understand this talisman paper, but what is the match for?"

The strange thing is that there is only one match in the matchbox, which is slightly thicker than ordinary matches. The top is golden, and it glows slightly under the oil lamp.

Fu Lanyu stuffed the matchbox into his pocket, and answered calmly: "Naturally it is for burning things."

"Huh? What to burn?"

"What do you think, what can be burned in this house?"

Ren Lele thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized: "That grand teacher's chair?"

"Well, it's still smart."

This match is a magic weapon specially used for burning Taishi chair.

I'm afraid that only the ghosts in the house will show their true body if they burn the master chair.

In the early morning of the third day, there were only four players who gathered in the main hall for dinner.

It was Fu Lanyu with Ren Lele and Zheng Zhuo with Jing He.

Except for the black long straight **** the first night, the bodies of the other three male players also disappeared weirdly, except that there was a pool of dried blood near the Grand Master's chair, which was about newly left last night.

It was the blood of a man with glasses. Last night, Fu Lanyu and Ren Lele witnessed him walking to the front yard like a soul drop. It seemed that they were finally deceived by ghosts and sat on chairs.

As long as you sit in a chair, you will definitely die.

For the remaining two, the orange-haired man was killed by the two of them. There was also a gray-clothed man who was not very strong, and he didn't know how he died.

perhaps……

Fu Lanyu raised his head and glanced at Zheng Zhuo. Coincidentally, Zheng Zhuo was also looking at her thoughtfully.

Eyes facing each other, the two turned away at the same time.

The undercurrent surging at the dinner table, no one spoke, but the atmosphere was suffocating.

This atmosphere made Ren Lele a little nervous, and without drinking half a bowl of porridge, he hurriedly pulled Fu Lanyu away.

After returning to the room, she asked Fu Lanyu anxiously.

"Miss Fu, you said that the two of them were in the ruined temple at the time, did they get any important clues? If they have a killer, what can we do if we want to kill tonight and pass the customs?"

The key obtained in the ruined temple was used to open the box a long time ago.

However, Fu Lanyu didn't say much, and only replied lightly: "No."

"Huh? Why not?"

"Because they can't kill me."

Ren Lele was taken aback: "It's awful, but they can kill me."

"Your eyes are clever, you hide quickly, and you shouldn't be dead."

"Then I will quickly find something to defend myself!"

"Help me find a rope by the way."

"Looking for the rope?" Ren Lele wondered, "What do you want the rope for, can the ghost stand obediently and let us tie it?"

This girl has high and low IQ, which is really hard to understand.

Fu Lanyu glanced at her: "If you don't tie up ghosts, you can find them for me."

"……Oh."

Despite the mist, Ren Lele obediently complied.

Unable to find the ready-made thick rope, she ran around several rooms, removed all the thin ropes that hung the curtains in the rooms, and twisted Fu Lanyu into a twisted rope on the spot.

To traverse the game, you can't have no hands-on ability.

At the same time, Zheng Zhuo was also in his room, and Shen Sheng discussed with Jing He.

"The number of survivors is three, and at least one of the two women has to be killed, and I suspect that they are holding Guan in their hands.

The key clues will have to be grabbed at that time. "

"How to grab it?"

"If there is no accident, they will definitely do something tonight. Then you will follow me and just act by chance."

Jing He agreed very seriously: "I will listen to Mr. Zheng's arrangements, but can I ask you one thing?"

"what's up?"

He said solemnly: "I always feel that I don't have enough courage. I want to practice killing people with my own hands. It just so happens that this time there are only two female players left. The risk factor is relatively low. I..."

Zheng Zhuo understood: "Then I will be responsible for restraining them, and you will kill them."

"Thank you Mr. Zheng."

At an angle that Zheng Zhuo couldn't see, Jing He turned his back to pretend to pour water, the corners of his lips curled in a subtle arc, and his eyes were full of contempt.

At night, the cold moon on the horizon showed signs of redness.

The whole house was caged in the desolate moonlight, the shadows of the trees shook, and the night breeze passed through the corridor, as if it was a whimper.

Ren Lele traveled late at night, looking around and looking mysteriously, walking cautiously all the way to the front yard, not knowing what to do.

She always protects her pocket, there seems to be something particularly important in it.

She entered the main hall without closing the door, and went straight to the mahogany cabinet on the left side of the dining table, and opened the top cabinet door on tiptoe, seeming to be groping for something.

However, she hadn't touched it yet, and suddenly felt the sound of the wind behind her, and immediately after the neck was cold, the person had been twisted and pressed to the ground.

She suddenly cried out in pain, "Who? Let go of me!"

Zheng Zhuo didn't let go of the strength in his hand. He raised his chin and motioned Jing He to inspect the closet.

As a result, Jing He took a closer look and found that the cabinet door was empty.

"Mr. Zheng, there is nothing."

So Zheng Zhuo added a vicious force, and forced him to ask Ren Lele: "What clues did you find? Hand it over, and I will save you."

Ren Lele's face was pressed to the ground, pitifully crying: "The clues are not with me, they are with her, I'm just a runner..."

"That means you are worthless?"

"No, don't kill me!" Ren Lele begged quickly, "I can take you to find her and force her to hand over all the clues, and then the three of us can win together!"

Jing He whispered from the side: "Mr. Zheng, since the clues are in the hands of that woman, wouldn't it be easier for us to kill this directly? Anyway, we can pass the customs in the end, so why bother?"

This reason is very simple, Zheng Zhuo has no objection, in his opinion, killing everyone is the same.

He reached out from

Pulling out the sharp knife behind her waist, handed it to Jing He naturally, and grabbed her hair again, regardless of Ren Lele's crying, forcibly lifting her head up.

"Aren't you going to kill yourself? Come."

"Well... How exactly is it to be more stable and ruthless, Mr. Zheng?"

Zheng Zhuo sneered: "It's faster to cut the throat, but if you cut the artery, blood may splash on you; it's also faster to insert the heart, but only if you find it accurately and have experience."

Jing He nodded, "What about inserting a knife from the back?"

"what?"

Zheng Zhuo obviously didn't understand too much.

"I said..." Jing He rubbed the handle of the knife with his thumb, his eyes gradually darkened, "A knife from the back, will it be harder?"

Before the words fell, he decisively raised the knife and dropped it, but the blade did not fall on Ren Lele, but inserted into Zheng Zhuo's heart.

However, Zheng Zhuo is a platinum-level veteran after all, with first-rate vigilance, and reacted as soon as he realized the danger.

He can stand sideways to avoid the key, so the knife was misaligned and stuck next to his spine, the wound was not too deep.

"...Asshole, are you **** plotting against me?!"

Like an angry lion, he gritted his teeth and threw Jinghe to the ground in spite of the pain of the wound, intending to take the knife.

The two fought each other inconsistently.

Ren Lele hurriedly got up and drew close her long hair that had been tangled up. He couldn't help cursing in a low voice, "What is it, it's too cruel!"

She raised her head and saw that Fu Lanyu was walking out with a knife behind the screen not far away.

This was originally a plan, to bring Zheng Zhuo here in order to be logical.

Attracted here and sent him on the road.

Fu Lanyu walked up to him, seeing that Zheng Zhuo was so powerful, he had gradually moved the tip of the knife towards Jing He's throat.

She walked to the side and kicked over, hitting the edge of Zheng Zhuo's back.

Even Zheng Zhuo couldn't bear it. He relaxed, the tip of the knife deviated from the direction, and pierced the ground next to Jing He's ear.

Fu Lanyu stepped on Zheng Zhuo's wound hard, and the hard heel deliberately kicked it a few more times, causing Zheng Zhuo to lose control of his emotions and yelled at him.

She didn't give him a chance to turn over and resist. She put one knee on the back of his neck, stuck his throat with her left hand, and another knife with her right hand, and the sharp point of the knife accurately nailed the back of his hand.

Jing He stood up and jumped up, regaining another knife, without saying a word, he slapped Zheng Zhuoli with another knife.

The blood flows along the ground to the surroundings. This picture is really shocking. I don’t know if the inside story is only a tool person.

Ren Lele, seeing this inevitably panic.

Obviously, the two did not intend to give this man a happy life.

"Miss Fu, did you know him before? What a grudge is this."

Zheng Zhuo struggled to no avail. His face was covered with cold sweat, clenching his posterior molars, and he suffocated a sentence for a long time.

"I don’t remember being wronged. I don’t remember having a feud with you. The surname is Jing. You lied to me for 300,000 yuan to come in. Why on earth?"

"Why, why do you say why?" Jing He stared at him, "When you calculated my brother Yun from behind, did you think that there will be today?"

"...Your Brother Yun?" The pain and loss of blood made Zheng Zhuo's thinking ability dull, and he realized afterwards, "Qiao Yunzheng? You are Qiao Yunzheng's people!"

"Qiao Yunzheng is my brother, and this is my sister. My sister is willing to come and kill you in the game to show your face, you should understand."

Zheng Zhuo's expression was extremely hideous in an instant. He once again wanted to break free from Fu Lanyu's restraint but failed. He could only try to turn his head, as if to recognize her face.

"This game respects the strong, Qiao Yunzheng will die. It is his inferior skill, who can blame?!"

"If you do it in person, can you kill him?" Fu Lanyu asked in a cold voice, "Using his trust in you behind the tricks, even if you are a scum, you can also mention his name?"

The tip of the knife faced the moonlight reflected outside the window, and suddenly reflected a cold glow. She cut Zheng Zhuo's Achilles tendon directly with two backhands, without hesitation.

Zheng Zhuo let out a miserable cry, and he cursed like crazy: "Fuck! Bitch. Child! If you have the ability, you can give me a knife and pierce my heart! Come on!"

"Don't worry, how can I be so simple and rude?" Fu Lanyu looked calm, she stood up calmly, "Jing He, invite Mr. Zheng to the Grand Master's chair."

"Good sister."

Jing He responded. He took the knife in his left hand and dragged Zheng Zhuo with his right hand to the direction of the Grand Master's chair. Zheng Zhuo's injured feet dragged two clear blood stains on the ground, like bright red ruts.

He took Zheng Zhuo's arm, and regardless of Zheng Zhuo's resistance, he forcibly pressed it on the chair of the imperial master.

Fu Lanyu untied the twist rope that Ren Lele had twisted from his waist, and worked closely with Jing He to firmly tie Zheng Zhuo and the Grand Master's chair together, and fastened the buckle.

She stretched her hand into her pocket, and when she took it out again, she held the matchbox found in the box between her fingers.

She stood in front of Zheng Zhuo, looking down at him who was pale and depressed.

"This game really respects the strong, and it is cruel and ruthless. Any struggle based on survival instinct, I think

To be understandable, there is no right or wrong. "She said, "But for my own benefit, I can't tolerate the design of murdering companions. Since you think the intrigue and killing each other in the game is not enough, even the last point of the bottom line has to be erased, then it is in my eyes. Inside, you shouldn't be alive. "

She took out the match and struck it on the box. A cluster of flames gradually changed from gold to orange, from orange to red, and finally to deep red.

Zheng Zhuo smelled the smell of death. Knowing he could not escape, he finally collapsed. He twisted his body frantically and began to cry for mercy.

"Wait...Wait! What are you doing? Girl, I don't know who you are Qiao Yunzheng, but you really don't need to be like this, I...please, please let me go this time, what will I do in the future? It’s okay! I can always take you through the customs for free, and you won’t receive a penny, really!"

Fu Lanyu smiled. She looked at him with cold eyes, but her voice was extremely gentle.

"Let me lie down and win? You a dying idiot, what are you talking to me here?"

"..."

"I heard that you told the members of Shendao that my brother Yun was burned to death in the game, right?" She sighed, "In return, I will also use this method of death to perfect you, lest you Regrets."

"Mr. Zheng, go all the way well."

She threw the match in her hand to the front, and the moment she touched the flame, the Grand Master's chair burst into flames, and if the wind helped the fire, it burned instantly.

Zheng Zhuo was strapped to the armchair of the imperial master and couldn't move. The fire quickly swallowed his whole body. He let out a desperate and sharp scream, mixed with the crackling sound of flesh and flesh, and a burnt smell coming out of his face.

I don't know how long it took, the fire gradually extinguished, and he finally turned into a coke that fell into the ashes along with the Grand Master's chair.

At this time, Ren Lele, who was standing at the door, suddenly turned around and called out in horror.

"Miss Fu, that's..."

Her voice even trembled uncontrollably.

Fu Lanyu moved his gaze away from Zheng Zhuo’s corpse and looked in the direction she was pointing. In the courtyard covered with moonlight, there was a female ghost in red wearing an evil ghost mask, slowing down from a distance. Floating towards here.

The costume of the female ghost was exactly the same as the skeleton of the skeleton they saw in the coffin on the first night.

Of course, this is not the most terrible.

On the left and right sides of the female ghost, the black long straight girl, the glasses man, the orange-haired man, and the gray-clothed man, the four dead players, are like hungry foraging beasts, their limbs clinging to the ground, crawling.

Their whole

Zhang ** has been completely stripped away, leaving only the red **** texture, including the face, which is also broken, leaving only a pair of horrible hollow eyes, and dirty water dripping down.

The armchair was destroyed and they were all released.

"You, step back." Fu Lanyu calmly motioned to Ren Lele, "Otherwise I may not be able to guarantee your safety."

Ren Lele backed away nervously. She looked around, and finally grabbed a chair from the table, barely using it as a self-defense weapon.

"Miss Fu, don't worry, I...I won't hold you back!"

Jing He didn't say a word. He doesn't like the broken thoughts as much as before. At the critical moment, he usually only thinks about how to make quick decisions.

He silently rolled up his sleeves, and clenched the sharp knife in his hand.

But seeing the female ghost flicking her long sleeves, like some kind of silent command, the four players who were crawling on the ground instantly jumped up, like a deep-water fish thunder, ejecting straight toward the three of them.

In all fairness, their blood-stained faces, especially when they are roaring, are really a test of their psychological quality when viewed at close range.

Fortunately, Jing He is not what he used to be. He just frowned, and then swiped the knife horizontally with his backhand in the next second, slashing the opponent's head from the center.

At the same time, Ren Lele, who was next to him, raised the chair with both hands, yelled in panic, and hit the orange-haired man in front of the Tianling Gai.

"Sister Lan!"

Jing He dashed towards Fu Lanyu and blocked the other two players for her. Fu Lanyu escaped from the battle smoothly and walked towards the female ghost in red with a knife and a meteor.

The figure of the female ghost in red was erratic, and in a blink of an eye it had teleported to the vicinity of Fu Lanyu. The pale and sharp nails of her claws were sharp, and she grabbed at Fu Lanyu's front door like lightning.

Fu Lanyu bent back and escaped this move with incredible flexibility, and then stood up, and the sharp knife in his hand slashed with the momentum, slashing the mask on the female ghost's face on the spot.

The mask fell apart, revealing a skeleton whose flesh and blood had been exhausted underneath.

The bones are dense, and there are countless maggots in the eye holes, scrambling to wriggle outwards.

Fu Lanyu's speed was much faster than the opponent's counterattack. She took out the yellowed talisman paper from her arms and shook her wrist forward slightly.

The talisman moved forward with the wind, and immediately affixed the female ghost's forehead, and saw the golden light flashing, firmly nailing the female ghost in place.

She rushed forward and pierced the female ghost's chest straight with a sharp knife, so powerful that she couldn't handle it.

At this time, Jing He also eliminated the remaining two players, hurried to her side, and Ren Lele followed closely.

Afterwards.

The three witnessed the female ghost's red dress spreading out, and a golden crack appeared in her body, tearing it apart on both sides, and finally ignited the fire and scattered into pieces of ashes, which disappeared in the wind.

The house was still that house, as if nothing had happened.

The pendant between the neck lights up, and again there is a slight sound of water dripping into the glass container.

At the moment when the white light struck, Ren Lele squeezed Fu Lanyu's hand tightly, and spoke very sincerely.

"Miss Fu, I wish you a smooth clearance in the future."

Fu Lanyu nodded.

"Thanks, hope you too."

This is the best blessing they can think of in the game.

Puppets (Platinum Bureau)