Gamers Are Fierce

　　 At night, Wei Linglan lay on the bed tossing and turning, listening to the crackling rain outside the window, and could not sleep for a long time.

　　 If she can, she really wants to leave this ghost place,

　　 stayed far away, leaving behind the depressed feeling at the center of the eyebrows like a tarsal maggot.

　　 It's a pity, who made her just an Lv4 low-level player.

　　 In the mission log, a bunch of small characters are clearly visible.

　　 [Task type: regular task]

　　 [Task name: Song in the Rain]

　　 [Task objective: to find out the truth about the supernatural incident in Dusheng Village]

　　 [Task time limit: 7 days]

　　【Task reward 1: 300 extra experience points】

　　 [Task reward 2: 400 game coins]

　　 [Task Reward 3: Random Quality Skill Scroll*1]

　　【Mission Failure Penalty: None】

　　 Wei Ling Lan is a small well-known painter. She was supposed to live the life of a little Bourgeois. She considered herself just an ordinary young literary girl.

　　 is not as good as the genius with all-round development of wisdom, mind, perseverance, and physical ability.

　　 is involved in this morbid and crazy game, can only struggle for survival, take a wrong step, and fall into the abyss.

　　 "The reward for the mission is very generous, and it is so generous that it is a little abnormal."

　　 Wei Linglan lying on the bed thought silently: “Among all the mission forms of the killing game, the survival mission is the most difficult, because the system believes that even if the player is only alive, it is already very difficult.

　　 Kill missions, and puzzle-solving missions, are of similar difficulty, and even the latter is easier in some cases.

　　Because the puzzle-solving mission means that the system can pass the level without fierce combat methods by default.

　　 The available methods are more diverse, and the time is relatively ample. "

　　The relatively simple task requirements are in sharp contrast to the generous task rewards.

　　 This probably means that the system believes that she will encounter life threats matching the task rewards during the process of querying the truth...

　　 Especially this evening, she went up the mountain to find that all the tombs of the dead in Dusheng Village had been pried open.

　　Who did it?

　　Ghost? passenger? Villagers? Or... other players?

　　 If there are really high-level players with good intentions here, Wei Linglan will definitely kneel down and hug his thighs immediately.

　　 did his best to perform "Big guy, take me, please. jpg"

　　 Thinking about it, Wei Linglan felt that her eyebrows hurt again.

　　Different from the faint pain during this period of time, the center of the eyebrows at this time, like being pierced by a needle, there was a severe tingling pain.

　　 This perception ability that can predict danger in advance not only gave her another secret identity in the real world, but also helped her survive several life threats safely.

　　 Something is approaching this house belonging to villager Lu He...

　　 Wei Ling Lan glanced at Tian Yourong and Song Zhen who were sleeping on the bed far away, took a deep breath, lifted the quilt, and stood barefoot on the bedroom floor.

　　 For seven months, Dusheng Village has been dying, but the local villagers died.

　　 Shi Derong was the only one who died last night, and the three college students inside the door were unharmed.

　　 Maybe, as long as you don’t overreact, you won’t be attacked... right?

　　 咚, 咚, 咚.

　　 The sound of hitting the wall heavily came from outside, as if someone was beating the wall with a fist.

　　 Wei Ling Lan immediately lay back on the bed silently,

　　 took out a small handbow painted with poisonous green oil from the backpack bay, propped up one foot, and placed the handbow on the left side of his body, just enough to block it with a quilt.

　　咚咚咚's sound of hitting the wall has not stopped, Wei Linglan kept breathing evenly, her false eyes staring at the bedroom door at all times.

　　 "Gluck **** cock..."

　　 There was a whimper from the throat outside the door,

　　 Through the occasional thunder and lightning light flashing outside the window, Wei Linglan clearly saw that a dark and thin palm came in under the bedroom door.

　　The palm of his hand is really too thin and too thin. The dry skin is tightly attached to the bones, and the blood vessels are compressed by the skin, looking like striped gullies on the scorched bark.

　　Wei Ling Lan held her breath for an instant, her eyebrows were like someone using an electric drill to rip apart, every organ in her body was screaming frantically, screaming with horror.

　　 Her body wanted to pull the trigger of the crossbow, but the remaining sanity resisted this impulse time and time again.

　　 咚咚咚, the sound of smashing the wall outside the door continued.

　　 She looked as if she was really asleep, watching the dark palm reach into the door, extending her forearm with a weird length, groping constantly from bottom to top, and finally touched the doorknob of the bedroom.

　　 Click.

　　 The door opened.

　　 Out of the window, thunder flashed by ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Wei Linglan could see clearly, beside the bedroom door, there was a ghost figure in ragged clothes crouching on all fours.

　　 That figure is like a man, also like a beast,

　　 The shoulder-length hair was automatically windless, floating behind his head, swaying like seaweed soaked in water.

　　 Behind the figure, Wei Linglan also saw the source of the wall smashing sound——

　　 Lu He, an elderly villager who stayed with Wei Linglan and the driver’s wife, was caught in the air by an invisible force.

　　 Like a sandbag, hit the wall with his forehead again and again.

　　 There are many red and white bone fragments embedded on the wall, and Lu He's entire front head is flattened. Every time he hits, there are flesh and blood fragments splashing on the ground.

　　 Wei Ling Lan was caught in her heart by extreme fear. She trembled all over, watching the figure on all fours approaching slowly.

　　 stretched out his palm and gently scraped his clean calf with the rough back of his hand.

　　 This scene has nothing to do with the charming.

　　 The figure reached out and held Wei Linglan’s slender ankle, just when she thought the other party was going to take a bite.

　　 Lu He's body slammed to the ground outside the door.

　　 In the shadow outside the bedroom door, something seemed to be standing, communicating with the crouching figure beside her in a way that Wei Linglan didn't understand.

　　 For a long time, the crouching figure on all fours loosened Wei Linglan's ankle and walked out the door. Before the figure completely disappeared into the darkness, he turned his head and gave her a silent look.

　　 Wei Ling Lan's body was stiff and unable to move. It was not until the first **** rang in the village early in the morning that she regained control of the body.

　　 The bedroom door was still open, Lu He's dilapidated body was outside the door, and there was a clearly visible iron handprint on her ankle.