Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Fu Yan tore off his tie, took off his suit jacket and threw it away, rolled up his sleeves, pulled Zhou Yufeng's arm, and directly opened the freshly scabbed wound on his arm.

Zhou Yufeng: "..."

Are you going to hurt me like they did? !

The moment the wound opened.

The aroma of camel orchid, mixed with the smell of blood, filled the air instantly.

Looking at the nearest chubby, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He rolled his Adam's apple back and forth, looked in Zhou Yufeng's direction with dull eyes, and slowly walked up the high platform with his legs raised.

Fatty walked up to Zhou Yufeng expressionlessly, staring greedily at Zhou Yufeng's bleeding wound.

Zhou Yufeng: "..."

Zhou Yufeng subconsciously hid behind Fu Yan, "What's wrong with Fat Brother?"

Fu Yan shrugged, "Probably trying to force your body."

Zhou Yufeng: "..."

Zhou Yufeng grabbed her collar tightly, "Fat... Fat brother... I'm not that kind of person..."

"Don't look at me as a man now...but...but I actually like women..."

Fatty turned a deaf ear to Zhou Yufeng's words, he stared straight at Zhou Yufeng's arm, his eyes gradually turned reddish.

Fu Yan casually grabbed the garlic hanging on both sides of the high platform.

In ancient times, people believed that garlic had the effect of warding off evil spirits.

So there are certain places where garlic is hanging.

Fu Yan grabbed the garlic and broke off two garlic cloves.

Immediately, he slapped Xiaopang on the head.

Xiaopang was careless and didn't flash.

With a 'slap', I was slapped on the ground by Fu Yan.

Both nostrils were stuffed with two cloves of garlic directly by Fu Yan.

The pungent taste rushed straight to the sky.

Fatty woke up instantly.

What kind of camel orchid, fragrance, and everything can't be smelled.

Xiaopang shook his head, "What's the matter, brother?"

He had an impression of what just happened.

But you can't control your behavior at all.

That feeling was like being possessed by an evil spirit.

Fu Yan: "Do you remember the medicine the patriarch gave you?"

Fatty nodded.

Of course I remember, they drink it every day.

Fu Yan: "I suspect that medicine is the way the evil spirits spread."

"After drinking that medicine, people will be addicted. If you drink enough of it, it will mutate people and turn them into evil spirits."

"And if you want to suppress the transformation of the evil spirit, you can only continue to drink this medicine."

"This is also the reason why the patriarch asked the villagers to drink medicine every day."

Xiaopang looked shocked, "What? The evil spirit is actually myself!"

Fu Yan shook his head regretfully, "You haven't drunk enough, otherwise it would be difficult to wake you up with my slap."

When Xiaopang heard this, he quickly moved his head towards him, "Come on, brother, slap me a few more times."

Fu Yan: "..."

Yes, but you have to pay extra.

Fu Yan opened Zhou Yufeng's wound, squeezed his arm, and squeezed blood everywhere.

Xiaopang was afraid of being possessed by evil spirits again, so he kept two cloves of garlic stuffed in his nose.

Fu Yan spilled Zhou Yufeng's blood all over the high platform.

Then sat in the middle of the high platform, looked at the sky, and waited quietly.

Xiaopang and Zhou Yufeng sat next to Fu Yan, one on the left and the other on the right.

Like Fu Yan, they looked up to the sky.

Fatty: "Fengzi, what do you think Brother Fu is looking at?"

Zhou Yufeng: "Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, who can understand my beauty and sadness?"

Fatty: "..."

Xiaopang has a black question mark face.

He looked sideways at Fu Yan, "Brother, what does Fengzi mean?"

Fu Yan squinted his eyes and covered his arms, raised his head, and Zhou Yufeng, who looked sad, smacked his lips, "You must have had a stiff neck last night."

Xiaopang nodded, "Ah, that's quite sad."

Zhou Yufeng: "..."

You don't understand the world of cultural people.

The three sat on the high platform for more than ten minutes.

Suddenly, Fu Yan's ear tip moved slightly, "Here we come."

He got up and threw a handkerchief covered in Zhou Yufeng's blood to Xiaopang.

He returned and hung two bunches of garlic around Xiaopang's neck.

Under Xiaopang's bewildered and puzzled eyes, he kicked him off the high platform.

Fatty: "..."

Brother, in fact, you can just say it with your mouth.

Don't be tired of kicking this foot.

It's not like I won't go...

After Fu Yan kicked Fatty, he looked down at Zhou Yufeng, who was weak, helpless, but out of the mainstream, "Well... you can ask for blessings, if you can be killed by them, try to be killed by them as much as possible, otherwise I won't give up." You have to do it yourself."

Zhou Yufeng: "..."

You really want to hurt me like them...

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he lit the torch on the high platform.

Then throw the torch into the pile of firewood below.

The moment the firewood came into contact with the fire, a huge flame ignited.

At this time, the sun was setting and the sky was getting dark.

Fu Yan is wearing black suit trousers and a tailored white shirt.

The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to the elbows, exposing his slender white forearms.

His handsome face flickered under the firelight, and the light brown pupils reflected the crazily burning flames.

He folded his arms around his chest, staring casually at the raging flames below, with a very lazy expression on his face.

Suddenly, a piercing sound came from behind him.

Fu Yan's eyes froze, and he turned around and grabbed Zhou Yufeng's evil spirit, preparing to attack Zhou Yufeng's evil spirit.

Fu Yan grabbed the evil spirit's neck and threw him to the ground.

This evil spirit has been completely mutated, but Fu Yan can still tell his identity from his appearance.

This is a member of the guardian team, surnamed Wang, and his wife has an affair with Liu Sijie.

Xiao Wang was thrown to the ground by Fu Yan.

His eyes were red, and he was able to maintain a semblance of reason before, but after smelling Zhou Yufeng's blood with a strange fragrance, he lost the ability to think instantly.

While attacking Fu Yan with his tail and wings, he showed his sharp teeth, stretched his neck, and rubbed towards Zhou Yufeng, his red eyes were full of greed.

Zhou Yufeng: "..."

Zhou Yufeng moved to the side of his mother's corpse in horror.

Mom, he's coming home!

Xiao Wang lay on the ground, flicked out his tongue, and slapped Zhou Yufeng in disgust.

Fu Yan raised his hand, slapped Xiao Wang's face, inserted his index finger and middle finger into Xiao Wang's eyes, put his thumb into Xiao Wang's mouth, and squeezed it with one hand.

There was a 'click'.

Fu Yan tore off Xiao Wang's bones and skin with one hand.

Dark green liquid dripped everywhere.

Xiao Wang, who lost his face and skull, did not die immediately.

His brain was still beating, and his pierced eyeballs were clattering in his bloody skull.

Fu Yan threw away the fleshy face bone, and then pulled out Xiao Wang's heart with one paw.

Fu Yan crushed the heart with one hand, then kicked the body and heart residue off the platform and threw them into the fire.

With a 'bang', the flame burned even more vigorously.

"Ding! Horror value +200"