Do Not Laugh! This is a Horror Movie

Of course Fu Lanyu wasn't really hungry, it was just a tactical requirement. She had to move the old woman away first.

Sure enough, the old woman listened to her face, put down the black cat in her arms, and walked towards the kitchen with a straight face.

"Make buns."

It doesn't matter what you do, the important thing is to be able to do it for a while.

Fu Lanyu followed the opponent into the kitchen, and secretly gestured to Qiao Yunzheng and Jing He.

Qiao Yunzheng quickly moved a chair, stepped on it, tore several pieces of talisman paper from the ceiling in succession, and put it in his arms in one go.

He returned the chair to its original position, and turned his head to see Jing Hezheng and the black cat in the corner staring with big eyes and small eyes, looking like an enemy, obviously doing psychological construction.

"What are you doing? Be quicker."

"Brother Yun." Jing He was serious and nervous. "You said it won't come up, so just scratch me? It's a shame to scratch my handsome face."

"You usually play well with coffee at home, didn't you always call yourself C City Elvis?" Qiao Yunzheng glanced at him helplessly, "If you don't hurry up, your sister will eat a plate of buns in it."

"..."

Thinking of the human flesh buns made by the old woman, Jing He gritted his teeth, just like the slow motion in the movie, reaching out to the black cat inch by inch, in line with the principle of not allowing his sister Lan to suffer.

In the end, Qiao Yunzheng really lost his patience, and simply bent over and picked up the black cat from the back of his neck and threw it into his arms.

Jing He was in a hurry, subconsciously tightening his arms to hug the cat, and at the same time tilting his head back to prevent the cat from scratching his beloved face on a whim.

Qiao Yunzheng took off his jacket and threw it away, covering the black cat.

"Go back to the room and don't let others find out."

Unexpectedly, the black cat was very well-behaved. It didn't mean to struggle when lying between Jing He's arms, and naturally did not attack Jing He.

Jing He covered the cat tightly with his coat, and immediately anointed the soles of his feet and slipped away.

Qiao Yunzheng stood at the door, coughing neither lightly nor severely, signalling Fu Lanyu in the kitchen to retreat.

At this time, Fu Lanyu was concentrating on the old woman making buns.

The rusty kitchen knife was a little blunt, and chopped the filthy **** meat on the chopping board. The meat was sour and smelly, and two dead flies stuck to it.

The old woman chopped up the meat, then opened the lid of the steamer next to it, and took out the steamed bun wrappers from the inside.

She squeezed eighteen pleats for the steamed bun slowly, very professionally.

When Qiao Yunzheng coughed, the wrapped bun was also handed to Fu Lanyu.

Fu Lanyu took it, and saw that the old woman was still staring at her without looking away.

Obviously, if she didn't taste it, the old woman wouldn't let it go.

Okay, in order to win the game, the necessary sacrifices can't be considered.

She raised her eyebrows, took a bite of the buns calmly, smiled and nodded and gave a thumbs up.

The old woman's face with heavy makeup finally showed a trace of satisfaction.

…

Fu Lanyu was in the toilet in the corridor, vomiting the piece of bun that was always in his mouth, and rinsed his mouth with cold water for more than ten minutes.

The fishy smell still lasts for a long time.

Hold.

This is an **** in her heart.

In the future, even the steamed buns with soy sauce and pork will not have any appetite.

Then she went back to the room with a murderous face, and Jing He was trembling all over her body.

"Sister." He asked tentatively, "Are you okay?"

Fu Lanyu looked at him coldly: "Why don't you go take a bite of that bun and find the answer yourself?"

"...No need, no need." He shrank his neck, but he was a little uneasy, and couldn't help but ask again, "Then you... didn't you swallow it?"

"Am I like a fool?"

He hurriedly waved his hand: "How is it possible? My sister, Zhiyong, is both courageous and knowledgeable, and she is a well-deserved female middle school hero!"

Fu Lanyu didn't bother to talk to him.

Qiao Yunzheng, who was next to him, raised his hand and rubbed the top of Fu Lanyu's head, his tone very painful.

"I'm wronged you."

"It's okay. I often walk by the river. How can I not wet my shoes." Fu Lanyu sighed. "Fortunately, she didn't bring out a bowl of fragrant gray water for me to drink, otherwise I will have to fight three hundred cats and monsters tonight. round."

"Sister, don't worry." Jing He swore on his chest, "Even if you really drank it, I am willing to play for you tonight. I will die with you!"

Qiao Yunzheng smiled rather than smiled: "It's really touching to say that giving away heads is so refreshing and refined."

"?"

At noon, a table of steamed buns and pickles, plus a pot of gray-colored frangipani soup, barely enough to eat undead.

The bun's lingering rhyme didn't disappear. Fu Lanyu rarely went to eat, but chose to stay in the room and take care of the black cat for Jing He.

Undoubtedly, Qiao Yunzheng took another bowl of egg soup this time, and the three dishes and one soup in the mission were all gathered.

In the evening, the disgusting human flesh buns and fragrant gray water appeared again. With the lessons of the gray-clothed woman, everyone naturally dare not touch them again.

It is worth mentioning that the fat otaku's mental state seems a bit abnormal. He looked back and forth at all the players present, his eyes fierce.

"Why didn't Kozakura come?"

This sentence, he looked at Qiao Yunzheng and asked.

Qiao Yunzheng replied calmly: "Sorry, I don't have the right to interfere with the personal freedom of female players. Maybe you should ask the lady named Fu in person."

"She didn't show up for lunch or dinner, did you two instigate her?" The fat nerd made a self-confessed extremely keen guess, "Did you two steal my keys and try to win her with pretense, and she finally agreed." Seeing that I can't finish the task and it's worthless, I agree to form an alliance with you?"

Qiao Yunzheng and Jing He looked at each other, and smiled without saying a word.

Jing He's expression was very disgusting: "Who is going to steal your keys in idle time? Besides, even if they want to form an alliance, are you competitive, do you have no points in your heart?"

The fat otaku is actually a violent temper, not to mention the fact that he can't find his key for a day, and the briefcase can't be torn apart. At this time, he is stimulated.

He abruptly got up, and angrily grabbed Jing He's collar: "Want to kill me? I warn you, I have never lost in any game. You two are stumbling behind, so don't want to live yourself!"

Jing He twisted his arm backhand and pushed forward, pushing him back into the seat without any effort.

"What's wrong with me, brother? If you have time to follow me, you might as well be busy."

When he turned his head and saw that Qiao Yunzheng had already gone out, he quickly followed, and ignored the fat otaku.

Qiao Yunzheng was still holding a bowl of fragrant grey water in his hand, and he walked very steadily without spilling a drop.

"...Brother Yun, what are you doing with this stuff?"

"Just in case." Qiao Yunzheng said, "The rules say'Don't drink ghost food'. This fragrant gray water is considered to be something ghosts drink. If it is only the'soup' in three dishes and one soup, I will prepare some in advance. Be prepared."

Jing He exclaimed and applauded: "Brother, you are so thoughtful, and I admire it very much-even though I think that you are going to the street to beat bowls tonight, I feel that the scene is a bit out of character, really."

Qiao Yunzheng smiled slightly: "Then what should I do to make it fit the human setting? Will you pour down this bowl of fragrant gray water?"

"?"

…

It was night, the moon was hanging high in the sky, and the whole alley was shrouded in a cold light.

The traversing trio sat in the room, holding their "Ten Hell", ready to complete the task.

Since both Qiao Yunzheng and Jing He's tasks need to be carried out outdoors, the two decided to accompany Fu Lanyu to get her hair combed in the middle of the night.

On the table in the room, there is an upside-down, square mirror.

Fu Lanyu picked it up and placed it on the table, holding the comb in his left hand and untied the bundled hair with his right hand.

She usually pulls up her hair directly in order to save trouble, but now it is loose, her hair is dark and smooth, covering half of her face, and she has an extraordinarily peaceful beauty.

Jing He sighed: "My sister is so beautiful."

Qiao Yunzheng smiled: "Of course."

He took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms, folded it and stuffed it into Fu Lanyu's pocket.

Fu Lanyu didn't speak, she glanced at the page next to her again.

The illustrations on the pages show that you have to comb your hair 20 times in front of the mirror, and the ghost will appear when you comb your hair. No matter what happens when it appears, you should never panic and scream, otherwise it will anger the ghost and cause murder.

She tickles slowly, combing it for the first time.

The comb teeth go through the hair, from the top of the head to the tip of the hair. At the same time, the chandelier in the dim room turns red for a moment, rendering the atmosphere of the whole room terrible.

Jing He held his breath, staring at the mirror, not daring to look away.

He counted silently in his heart, one, two...seven...twelve...eighteen...

Twenty times.

Fu Lanyu put down the comb.

She looked at the mirror.

Time passed by, and I don't know how long it took until she suddenly felt a chill from the back of her neck.

It seemed that someone had wrapped her neck with his hands.

If you look around at this moment, you can actually see nothing.

Only in the mirror can one find that there is one more person behind Fu Lanyu besides Qiao Yunzheng and Jing He.

…To be precise, there is one more ghost.

Under the faint red light, the female ghost had disheveled hair, and the tips of her greasy hair were still dripping with blood.

Her pale face emerged from the slit in her hair, her severely bloodshot eyes bulged out, and her lips were grinning slyly.

Her cold hand slowly stroked Fu Lanyu's face, not letting go of every inch of her skin.

Her sharp nails stretched longer and longer, but she always flinched from the golden light rising from Fu Lanyu's pocket a second before she was about to make an attack.

That is talisman paper.

The rune paper really can play a role in protecting the player.

Jing He was very nervous, and subconsciously pinched Qiao Yunzheng's arm. Later, he made Qiao Yunzheng intolerable, so he directly pressed his head down, not allowing him to look again.

Fu Lanyu was calm from beginning to end.

She pressed the corners of her lips and stared blankly at the female ghost's face. Even though the female ghost's nails were almost poking, she just blinked her eyes.

There was no screaming, and even breathing was as even and steady as usual.

She raised her hand and handed the comb in her hand to the female ghost.

She said, "Want? Your hair is messy."

Female ghost: "..."

In the next second, the lights in the room returned to normal, and the ghost image in the mirror disappeared.

Jing He looked around, then picked up the mirror and looked at it. After confirming that the female ghost had really left, he let out a long sigh of relief.

He had lingering fears and said: "Sister Lan, I was almost scared to death just now, how did you keep your face unchanged? Are you not scared at all?"

"I am afraid."

"...Are you scared? Why are you scared?"

Fu Lanyu **** his hair again and combed it twice with the comb by the way: "The ghost's nails will poke me blind, but what can I do? The page stipulates that you should not panic or scream."

Strictly abide by the rules of the game, adjust your mental state at all times, have a heart-stopping heart, and laugh at life. These are the essential qualities of a good player.

"I've passed this level." After she finished speaking, she got up, picked up the black cat lying in the corner, and threw it into Jing He's arms. "Go, it's up to you two next."

The author has something to say: So the face with facial paralysis is good, at least no emotional changes can be seen.

PS: The rumors are rumors after all. In fact, it doesn’t matter if you comb your hair in the mirror in the middle of the night.