Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

[Wow wow wow! God Fu is live again! 】

[I have to watch carefully this time, the last dungeon ended without knowing what happened. 】

【is not it! I saw the player wandering around in the castle, and then the screen went black, and it ended suddenly. 】

【real! I didn't finish taking off my pants, and he was done! ! ! 】

[My boyfriend's girlfriend's friend entered that dungeon, which is said to be thrilling, and there are all players in it! 】

[What are they? Upstairs you make it clear! 】

【All! ! ! 】

【Fuck! The system doesn't let me tell you, anyway, everyone should be careful when entering the dungeon! 】

[It's fine if the system doesn't let you talk, but can you expand on the matter of your 'boyfriend's girlfriend'? I have a friend who wants to hear...]

In the copy, the three of Fu Yan entered the north room.

Here it faces the sea, Mai Tai Mai Tai.

As soon as the window was opened, the stench came, worse than the stinky tofu rolled pancake fruit made by the second uncle downstairs.

"Close it, close it quickly!" Fu Yan covered his nose with a look of disgust.

After being flustered for a while, the three of Fu Yan finally sat down and chatted peacefully.

Fu Yan: "Read all the dungeon information, let's take a quiz next to test your mental state."

Old Wu and Jiang Lan sat upright, ready to fight.

Fu Yan: "First question, am I handsome?"

Old Wu: ...

Jiang Lan: ...

This... is really unexpected.

The two froze for a moment, then nodded quickly.

Fu Yan: "Hesitated, you hesitated."

"no……"

Just as Lao Wu and Jiang Lan wanted to explain, they heard Fu Yan say again: "Second question, what do you think of player missions? Jiang Lan, you can answer."

‘Player task: Players who kill the Ghost Bride before the copy is reset can leave the game. '

Jiang Lan, who was named, straightened her back in an instant, put her hands on her knees, and behaved like a schoolboy, "I think this mission means that only players who kill the ghost bride can leave the game, that is to say, only A player can leave the game."

Fu Yan nodded, "Very good, Lao Wu, do you have anything to add?"

Influenced by Jiang Lan, Old Wu also sat up straight, "I think this should be viewed in context."

"Above, this is a multiplayer hybrid."

"In the following, the setting of this dungeon is 'every time the ghost bride dies, the dungeon can be reset once'."

"That is to say, the refreshment time of the dungeon is not fixed. If a player can kill the ghost bride on the first day, after the dungeon is reset, the players who come in again are likely to bump into the previous batch of players."

"So it is very likely that there are the last batch of players in this village now."

After hearing this, Fu Yan quickly raised his hand to applaud the two of them, "That's right, I can understand the intention of the questioner, which proves that your psychology is already abnormal. Very good, I am very satisfied."

As long as you become his believer again, you can enter the dungeon to earn him horror points.

"But there is a problem here. What if no one can kill the ghost bride? Then this dungeon can't be refreshed?" Old Wu thought for a while and asked again.

Fu Yan nodded, "So within a certain period of time, someone will definitely tell us how to kill the Ghost Bride."

Old Wu: "When is this specific time?"

Fu Yan: "How do I know, I'm not a pervert."

Old Wu: ...

Jiang Lan:? ? ?

Are not you?

After the quiz was over, the three of them started plotting loudly in the room about the next tourist attraction.

Is it the smelly ditch behind the house, or the little widow across the door...

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Lao Wu opened the door and saw that the person who came was the village chief Zhao Dabao.

Zhao Dabao held a tray in his hand, which contained three bowls of steaming broth.

He entered the room with a plate, and greeted Fu Yan and the others cheerfully, "The three brothers are all here, my wife just boiled some broth, I brought it here, and I will give you a few to drive away the cold, here is surrounded by strong sea breeze, You are blowing wind outside during the day, if you don’t drink something hot, you will catch cold easily.”

Fu Yan took the tray from Zhao Dabao's hand with a smile, lowered his head and smelled it, and praised: "This soup smells delicious, sister-in-law's craftsmanship is really good, brother Zhao, you are really lucky."

Seeing Fu Yan's sincere expression, Lao Wu and Jiang Lan were dumbfounded.

Just now I said that people are not normal! Even my sister-in-law is called now?

Is it the loss of morality, or the distortion of human nature!

Zhao Dabao was also moved by Fu Yan's sincere expression. He rubbed his hands, nodded and smiled honestly, "Hey, if it tastes good, you should drink more, if you don't have enough."

Fu Yan put the tray on the table in the house, picked up a bowl of broth, and put it to his mouth under Zhao Dabao's expectant gaze.

The moment the soup bowl touched his lips, Fu Yan suddenly raised his head and asked, "Hey, Brother Zhao, are there any of the two ladies across the way? They have also been blowing outside all day."

"Ah?" Zhao Dabao was stunned for a moment, quickly put away his regretful expression, and said with a smile: "Ah! Yes, yes, my wife has already sent them there."

"Ah, that's good." Fu Yan nodded with a smile, and picked up the soup bowl again.

Zhao Dabao stared at Fu Yan's movements with bated breath, his lips were tightly pursed, and his whole mouth followed suit.

Fu Yan brought the soup bowl to his eyes, lowered his head and blew on the oily flakes floating on the broth, and was about to take a sip, but as if suddenly remembered something, he raised his head again.

"Brother Zhao, this soup is so fragrant, it looks like it is boiled with freshly killed pork bones, right?"

Zhao Dabao sighed heavily, almost! Just fucking close!

After repeating it twice and three times, his patience was almost worn out, and he didn't even bother to listen to what Fu Yan insisted on.

He nuzzled his mouth and said perfunctorily: "Yes, the freshly killed ones are fresh. Drink it quickly, or it will be cold if you don't drink it."

After hearing this, Fu Yan put down the soup bowl in his hand in embarrassment, and said with regret: "Brother Zhao, maybe you don't know, the three of us are Muslims, so we can't eat pork."

Old Wu: ...

Jiang Lan: ...

Zhao Dabao: ...

￥&￥!

Oh shit! You are playing with us! I can't eat you fucking talking to me for so long!

Zhao Dabao almost drew his sword, but Fu Yan said sincerely: "It's okay, Brother Zhao, don't blame yourself, those who don't know are innocent."

"It's just a pity that my sister-in-law lost these bowls of soup. My sister-in-law must not be happy to bring it back like this. Why don't you drink it?"

Zhao Dabao carried it away in suspense!

This fucking is his fault!

Look at the strong tea flavor, how many pots of West Lake Longjing did you drink before going out?

I'm afraid it's not for dry chewing!