Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Fu Yan looked at the shivering NPCs.

Ok!

His happiness is gone.

He turned his gaze to the culprit behind him - the manager.

manager:"……"

No bro!

Don't look at me!

I didn't know you liked to play spy either!

Fu Yan messed up the condolence hall and then left.

After Fu Yan left the cold room just now, he walked around the funeral home.

Counting him and the surrounding people, there are ten players in this dungeon on the surface.

They are respectively engaged in the work of mortician, funeral director, cremator, waiter, master of ceremonies and so on.

Each position has two players.

The surrounding people are in charge of his line.

The rest of the players are responsible for the lad's line.

Not only that, but Fu Yan also found that the npc in this dungeon is surprisingly weak.

Weak enough that except for the corpse, the rest of the NPCs are not even qualified to contribute horror value to him.

Fu Yan returned to the cold room.

At this time, the guy in the next bed picked up a new client.

Another female corpse.

At this time, the number on the boy's head has changed from '5' to '13'.

Fu Yan discovered just now that the family npc cannot increase his satisfaction value.

His satisfaction can only be obtained from corpses.

And these corpses must come in through regular channels.

The ones he shot in the head don't count.

So, sometimes 'weakness' is also an advantage.

Just like this group of npcs, they were too weak to contribute horror value to Fu Yan, and they could not provide satisfaction value to Fu Yan, so they escaped the fate of being slaughtered.

Fu Yan was in the refrigerator, and he grabbed a clean stool and sat down.

He lifted one leg and was just about to put it on the other.

I don't know what suddenly came to my mind, and I put it back silently.

He sat on a stool, watching the lads work while waiting for his next body.

Not long after, the door of the refrigerator was pushed open.

The surrounding area, the funeral director and the master of ceremonies walked in slowly, dragging the big and small parcels from the robbery.

Walking around to Fu Yan, he took out a bottle of Moufu Spring from the box, "Come, Teacher Fu, drink water."

With Fu Yan's light, the satisfaction value above their heads has changed.

Although Zhao Guofu's daughter-in-law's satisfaction cannot be added to Fu Yan, it can be added to her, the undertaker and the master of ceremonies.

Fu Yan took the water, but didn't drink it.

He looked at the reserved funeral director and master of ceremonies, and said lightly, "What's your name?"

The funeral tutor shook his hair, and said nervously and excitedly: "My name is Pan Duojin, I am 28 years old, and I graduated from a master's degree in..."

"Stop, that's enough."

Fu Yan raised his hand to interrupt him, and then looked at the master of ceremonies beside him.

The master of ceremonies showed more restraint, "Hi God Fu, my name is Chen Dongyang."

Fu Yan nodded, "Do you want to leave the game?"

The three of them froze for a moment, then nodded frantically.

Although they don't have much hope for the dungeon.

But it's better to live than to die!

The surrounding people stared at Fu Yan with bright eyes, and whispered: "Mr. Fu, are you going to blow up the dungeon?"

She finally had the opportunity to watch on the spot, and Teacher Fu exploded!

I didn't see the finale of the last dungeon, it's a pity it broke for her.

Fu Yan shook his head in denial, then looked at the guy next door who was working hard, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although the three of them didn't understand Fu Yan's meaning, they followed Fu Yan's example and smiled sinisterly at the young man.

Ok!

The atmosphere is improved a lot at once.

The boy next door felt a chill go down his spine, and a bad feeling came to his heart.

He hurriedly finished the work at hand, pushed the corpse, and ran out of the refrigerator as if fleeing.

After the surrounding people left, Fu Yan was still waiting for his next body in the freezer.

But the guy next door had already taken away five of them, but Fu Yan didn't get any of them.

True art is indeed beyond the comprehension of mortals.

Fu Yan pushed open the door of the cold room and went straight to the manager's office on the second floor.

Before he kicked the door of the office, the manager came out by himself.

When the manager saw that it was Fu Yan, he turned around and ran back.

Fu Yan grabbed her by the hair and pushed her against the wall from behind, "What are you doing wrong, you ran away when you saw me?"

Although the manager's face was pressed against the wall, he still tried his best to accompany the smiling face, "Hey, what are you talking about, ah, ah, your arm... your arm is going to break..."

Fu Yan pressed down on the manager's arm and broke it hard, "Say! Where's my body! Did you seize my body?"

The manager complained incessantly: "Don't, don't, brother! It's not that I don't give you the body, it's that the client doesn't allow it!"

"I don't know who spread the news about you. Now everyone knows that you are here as an embalmer, and they... all avoid you..."

The manager's voice became smaller and smaller, and he felt aggrieved.

Fu Yan: "Can you stop this disgusting Bala's death?"

Manager: "...Oh!"

The manager carefully observed Fu Yan's expression, feeling very upset.

Afraid that Fu Yan would be unhappy, he fucked her.

Fu Yan was not angry when he heard the words, he let go of the manager's arm, straightened his sleeves, and strode away.

The manager looked at Fu Yan's leaving back, and muttered to himself in disbelief: "This...so easy to leave?"

Half an hour later, when a potential stock inexplicably disappeared from the employee column, the manager knew that something was wrong...

Fu Yan left the manager's office and returned to the cold room again.

At this time, in the refrigerator, the young man had already started to process his sixth corpse.

And the satisfaction value on his head also reached 52 points.

"Hey, you're working so hard, are you ready to leave the game?" Fu Yan walked up to the boy and looked at him with a smile.

The young man paused when he wrote, then raised his head and said, "Get out of the way, you blocked the light."

"It's not the light I'm blocking, it's your escape path."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he punched the opponent on the head.

The young man quickly moved away.

Then, with lightning speed, he rushed directly to the door.

He knew that he was no match for Fu Yan, so he planned to run away.

The young man was extremely fast. He just ran to the door and was about to reach out to open it.

But Fu Yan came over and kicked him directly in the heart.

The young man was kicked to the ground by Fu Yan, clutching his chest and kept backing away.

"You...what do you want to do... If you want satisfaction value, I will give it to you..."

The young man was not sure if Fu Yan had seen him through, so he could only pretend to be a fool with Fu Yan, so as to buy himself more time to escape.

Fu Yan sneered, folded his arms around his chest, and looked down at him, "Stop pretending, little monster."

The boy's face changed slightly when he heard the words, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

Fu Yan: "Do you have to say it so clearly!"

"You are not a player at all, but a monster in human skin who ran out from another instance."