Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

The staff gathered together, and Fu Yan asked the names of the two new members, and signed up for this battle royale with the team as a unit.

Both new members are very cooperative.

The homeless man's name is Wu Zhengyang, as long as he has wine, he can do anything.

The society is afraid of Jiang Lan. Although he himself does not want to participate in this kind of collective activity of hundreds of people, he has nothing to say and can only let Fu Yan play around.

When the four returned to the community, it was already dark.

The dense fog around the community has begun to slowly turn black.

Standing in the fog, I can vaguely hear the voice of a woman singing an opera.

Jiang Lan's mouth was dry, her throat rolled up and down, her face was tense, "There are people in the fog..."

I don't know if this society fears people, fears ghosts?

Fu Yan thought about it and said, "That's not a person, it's a ghost."

Jiang Lan thought, it's fine if it's not human, it's fine if it's not human... Wait, what did he say?

That's a ghost!

Jiang Lan choked for breath, the corners of her mouth curled down, her eyebrows were drawn together, as if she was about to cry or not.

For a moment, I didn't know whether it was human beings or ghosts that were more terrifying.

At this time, the sky has completely darkened.

The black mist at the edge of the community is about to move. They want to flood into the community, but Fu Yan's sun and moon wheel suddenly hit the spot.

Fu Yan looked at the black mist with regular eyes.

"Name: Ghost Fog"

"Rules: There is a female ghost who died unjustly in the gloomy ghost fog. Her biggest hobby is to kill randomly. Every time she appears on the stage, she is accompanied by a scalp-numbing bg. Brain waves are transmitted through water, so people affectionately call her 'Teacher Chu', 'Chu Laoshi' and 'Chu Laoshi'."

Chu old wet?

Got some to try tonight.

Fu Yan led the crowd to the heart of the community.

He Shuyang and He Shuyue have already moved out of his castle.

He Shuyang chose a hut in the forest.

He Shuyue lived in the Horror Wax Museum, and she also moved the haunted mirrors around.

Although the female ghosts inside are no longer willing to come out to play with her, she still respects them as a teacher for one day and a father for life.

After hearing this, Fu Yan praised her for not forgetting her original intention.

Jiang Lan had been walking at the back of the line, looking at his surroundings with trepidation.

He doesn't know what other communities are like, but this community is scarier than dungeons!

Eerie buildings, grinning plants, and a man scarier than an npc.

He has a feeling that he has never released a dungeon before, the novice hall may be just his illusion, maybe he died in the dungeon long ago.

The more Jiang Lan thought about it, the more frightened she became, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.

So much so that when Fu Yan talked to him, he almost sat on the ground in fright.

"The houses here are basically empty, you can choose whichever you want to live in." After Fu Yan finished speaking, he patted Wu Zhengyang on the shoulder, "Old Wu, you can live in my place, I have a whole wine cellar downstairs."

Finally, Wu Zhengyang and Fu Yan went back to the castle.

Jiang Lan chose a relatively remote old house with a less scary appearance.

As night fell, almost everyone had a rest.

Fu Yan told Wu Zhengyang not to drink himself to death.

Immediately, in the darkness of night, he hurriedly left the community and disappeared into the thick black ghost fog.

At one o'clock in the morning, Jiang Lan felt that the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and he subconsciously wrapped the quilt tightly.

A woman singing with her throat hanging suddenly sounded in the room.

The voice was sharp, shrill, and somewhat familiar.

In the empty room, it looked particularly gloomy.

Jiang Lan tightened the quilt and slowly opened her eyes.

I saw that the door of the room opened a thin crack at some point.

A hand with black nails and pale skin slowly stretched in.

It slowly opened the door, and a female ghost in a dark blue robe with loose long hair appeared at the door bowing.

She lowered her head, her waist-length hair blocked her face, and pale skin could be vaguely seen in the exposed gap.

She stood at the door, singing a scalp-numbing opera.

Jiang Lan sat up abruptly.

The next moment, the female ghost suddenly moved from the door to the center of the room.

Only a few steps away, the female ghost was about to touch Jiang Lan's bed.

Jiang Lan slowly closed her eyes, turned her body ninety degrees, faced the wall, and sat on the bed with her knees, leaving only a terrifying back for the female ghost.

After that, no matter how the female ghost danced behind him, Jiang Lan remained motionless.

Gradually, the stern voice disappeared, and the female ghost behind her became silent.

Jiang Lan kept her eyes closed, feeling the quilt and slowly getting into the bed.

As long as you don't open your eyes, you can pretend that there is no one in the room.

He was lying on the bed, wrapped in a quilt.

Suddenly, his hands touched a wet mass.

He subconsciously opened his eyes, only to see the female ghost lying on the bed, face to face with him.

The female ghost's face was pale, her eyeballs were turned outwards, and black mucus was dripping from her open mouth.

The slime was black and foul, with a disgusting rotten smell.

The female ghost's gray eyes stared at him for a moment.

Jiang Lan's eyes widened in horror, and she stammered, "You...don't...roll your eyes!"

After Jiang Lan finished speaking, she quickly turned over and got out of bed, and ran wildly.

He can't tell now whether it is more social fear or more fear.

Jiang Lan ran to the courtyard, and a puff of white smoke slowly rose from the dry well in the courtyard.

A female ghost with disheveled hair and dressed in white crawled out of the well in a strange posture.

She came to Jiang Lan in the blink of an eye, grabbed Jiang Lan's neck, and let out a strange cry of'ho ho ho' from her throat.

The female ghost was so strong that she lifted Jiang Lan up with one hand.

He snapped Jiang Lan's neck.

With a "click", Jiang Lan's neck was broken, and he was completely silent.

The female ghost threw Jiang Lan on the ground and walked straight into the house.

The next second, Jiang Lan who fell on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.

Taking advantage of the fight between the two female ghosts, he scrambled and ran out of the old house.

As soon as he went out, he saw a tall figure wearing a human skin mask, holding a blood-stained chainsaw, chasing a person and slashing wildly.

That person was He Shuyang who had met once during the day.

Seeing that it was him who came, He Shuyang grabbed his hand and ran together without saying a word.

The killer chased after him holding a chainsaw, and the two finally ran to He Shuyue's wax museum.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw He Shuyue pressing a wax figure on the ground, and smashing the other's head with a vase.

Blood splattered and wax shells flew everywhere.

After finishing a wax figurine, He Shuyue patted her skirt and stood up, "Brother, why are you here?"

Before He Shuyang could speak, Jiang Lan suddenly pointed behind He Shuyang and said in horror, "Everyone...everyone...a lot of people..."

When He Shuyang turned his head, he saw that the wax figures all over the room turned their heads and looked at them with gloomy eyes.

A strange "Jie Jie Jie" smile came out of his mouth.