Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Fu Yan and He Shuyang wandered around the novice hall, but they didn't recruit anyone.

As soon as the players heard that they were from 'Fairy Tale Town', they immediately distanced themselves from them, and all they had to say was, 'Don't beat me! '.

He Shuyang was in a hurry, but Fu Yan remained calm.

His gaze rested on a shaggy man.

The man looked about forty years old, ragged, unshaven, and slumped in the middle of the hall, surrounded by a dozen empty wine bottles.

He half-closed his eyes, smelled of alcohol all over his body, and kept rubbing the necklace around his neck with his left hand.

A player thought he was blocking the way, so he just kicked up.

The man was not angry when he was kicked to the ground, but asked with a smile, "Is there any wine?"

Then I exchanged a few more feet, and said, "Bah! Crazy."

"This is too bullying!" He Shuyang frowned, and went up to find the bullying player to make a theory.

But Fu Yan grabbed him back, "You don't need to sympathize, he can fight better than you."

He Shuyang looked at Fu Yan with an expression of "what are you talking about, it's impossible".

Fu Yan: "You count how many wine bottles are on the ground."

He Shuyang counted carefully, "Sixteen."

Fu Yan: "This kind of wine is worth five points, and he drank sixteen. That is to say, he entered the dungeon for the first time and got at least eighty points. Can I change it to you?"

He Shuyang recalled his first dungeon experience, he and Xiaoyue only got 70 points together.

He Shuyang shook his head resolutely, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think this person looked like a martial arts master. "Would someone give him the wine?"

Fu Yan: "Look at this man's right hand. There is a thick layer of calluses on his thumb, index finger, jaw and palm. Do you know what this means?"

He Shuyang blushed, and said uncertainly: "It means that it is his...finger girl?"

"..."

"I'm fucking paying back Wuzhishan! I think you owe it!" Fu Yan swung his palm, as if to slap He Shuyang.

He Shuyang was so frightened that he hugged his head and hid aside, muttering in a low voice, "Didn't you just follow your train of thought, who knew that you are so old and unscrupulous, and you suddenly became serious today..."

"What are you mumbling about over there!"

He Shuyang shook his head quickly, afraid that Fu Yan would give him a big contest if he was happy.

Fu Yan didn't argue with him, and continued the topic just now, "There are calluses on these parts, which proves that this person must have been playing with knives, guns and other equipment all year round, and his skills must not be weak."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he walked towards the man.

He sat cross-legged opposite the man, looked at the man at the same level, and said straight to the point: "Friend, are you interested in joining our guild?"

The man didn't lift his head when he heard the words, he rubbed the necklace with his fingertips, and grinned from time to time.

He Shuyang looked at Fu Yan puzzled, "What does he mean?"

Fu Yan: "What's the point? I didn't like you."

He Shuyang: "..."

He Shuyang: "Then what should we do?"

Fu Yan pressed He Shuyang's shoulder and stood up, "Forget it, twisted melons are not sweet."

Fu Yan left the man's three-acre land and walked straight to the corner of the hall.

Curled up here was a young man covered in blood and in tattered clothes.

The boy turned his back to the hall, buried his head in his knees, curled up into a ball, and hid in the corner facing the wall as if thinking about it.

Anyone walking behind him would make him tremble with fright.

Fu Yan actually fell in love with him right away, this kind of timid kid has always been his favorite, Jie Jie Jie.

Fu Yan walked behind the boy, and the boy shivered as expected.

"Ding! Horror value +1"

Fu Yan burst into a kind smile instantly, he squatted behind the boy, and patted the boy's back lightly.

The boy trembled, his knees pressed tightly against the corner of the wall, his buttocks kept moving inward, wishing he could curl himself up even smaller, "Don't...don't come here."

Fu Yan: "Don't be afraid, we are not bad people. My name is Fu Yan, and I belong to the Fairy Tale Town Guild. I see that you have amazing bones, and you are a unique martial arts genius. Therefore, I want to invite you to join our guild to protect world peace. make an effort!"

Fu Yan spoke impassionedly, but the boy buried his head deeper and deeper, "No...not going."

Although the boy's voice trembled, he refused very decisively.

"Since you are ignorant of current affairs, don't blame me for destroying flowers!"

Fu Yan forcefully broke off the boy's head, forcing him to look up at himself, pretending to be fierce, and said: "No! If you don't go, you have to go!"

"Ding! Horror value +5"

The young man looked at Fu Yan, his pretty face was full of horror, big beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, his eyes were full of tears, he stumbled and said, "Go...just go...you...can you...don't... ...glaring at me."

After the boy finished speaking, he slowly turned his head to the wall, looking at the sky and the earth, but he didn't look at Fu Yan.

Fu Yan: "..."

Growing up so big, it was the first time I saw a live social terror!

Things started to take an interesting direction.

Jie Jie Jie.

From the perspective of a bystander, He Shuyang felt that this young man was really too weak, as if he was about to cry after saying a few words. He didn't understand why Fu Yan chose him.

He Shuyang: "Why did you fall in love with him?"

Fu Yan rubbed his chin, "He fits my fancy."

He Shuyang: "So what's your criteria for choosing the eyes?"

Fu Yan: "Pick the soft persimmons."

He Shuyang: "..."

"But he is too weak, how can he participate in the battle royale!" He Shuyang didn't dislike the young man, but the battle royale was too dangerous, and he was afraid that this kid would lose his life in vain.

Fu Yan looked at him in disgust, "You think you are strong."

He Shuyang thought for a while, "That's right!"

He weighs half a catty, how dare he say that he is worthless.

They didn't mean anything to the young man in their conversation, but the young man didn't care, as long as he didn't look at him or talk to him.

He even moved aside to make room for them thoughtfully.

Fu Yan: "You will take him with you later."

He Shuyang: "What about you?"

Fu Yan: "I'll knock that homeless man unconscious and carry him away."

"What?"

Beating people unconscious and carrying them away in the novice hall, what kind of banditry is this!

He Shuyang looked at him with the expression of looking at a lunatic, "Didn't you say that twisted melons are not sweet?"

"I dip the sauce."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he picked up the boy in the corner and threw it on He Shuyang. Just as he was about to attack the homeless man, he saw the homeless man come over to stop them first.

He smelled of alcohol, and looked at Fu Yan anxiously.

He Shuyang squeezed the boy with one hand, and touched the handle of the knife with the other.

After a moment of stalemate, the homeless man said slowly, "Are you Fu Yan?"

"yes."

"Is that Fu Yan who broke the 'Nanchuan Madhouse'?"

"yes."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, the homeless man remained silent for a long time, "What do you think of this game?"

The tramp looked at Fu Yan nervously, and he didn't know what answer he wanted to get from Fu Yan.

Fu Yan was silent for a while, then said flatly: "An existence that shouldn't exist."

The homeless man lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, he raised his head and said, "Is there alcohol in your community?"

Fu Yan: "Enough is enough."