Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

After listening to the two of them, Old Wu scratched his head, "So, the river god and the ghost bride are in love."

"The villagers eat the river god, so they can live forever, but snake skin will grow on their body, and the ghost bride will kill the person who grows snake skin."

"The villagers cut off the snake-skinned meat for the players to eat in order to save others from being impoverished."

"If the player eats the meat with snake skin, it is equivalent to transferring the hatred value for the villagers, and will be killed by the ghost bride."

"That's why ghost brides are interested in Zhao Dabao's blood, because part of the river god's blood flows in their bodies."

Old Wu thought for a moment, then said: "Since the villagers all ate the river god's meat, why did only Zhao Xiaobao grow snake skin?"

"And this village has existed for more than four hundred years, which means that these villagers are at least two or three hundred years old. Every time the dungeon is refreshed, with so many players coming in, it stands to reason that these villagers should have shed their snake skin long ago and become normal. Alright?"

Fu Yan nodded in satisfaction. Being able to ask so many questions shows that he has thought about it seriously, "What if there is a cycle for the snake skin to grow?"

Old Wu scratched his head, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Cuilan: "Suppose I'm a villager. I grow ten pieces of snake skin in five days. I cut them off and feed them to the player. After the player eats them, the ghost bride kills me. The ghost bride won't kill me again."

"But half a month later, ten snake skins grew on my body, and I had to cut them off and feed them to the next batch of players, and the cycle repeated."

"Although I'm not sure about the cycle and the number of pieces of snake skin, this is probably what it means."

After Jiang Cuilan finished speaking, Old Wu suddenly realized, and said with reddish ears, "Oh! That's what it meant! You...you are really amazing!"

Fu Yan: "..."

hehe!

Look at how worthless you are!

Jiang Cuilan: "But I have a question. If the cutting continues like this, won't the villagers become skeletons?"

Fu Yan understood what Jiang Cuilan meant.

This was also what he was thinking about last night.

‘How did the villagers here achieve longevity? '

Until today, I went to Lao Liu's yard and saw Lao Liu's son missing together with Xiao Liaozhai.

He had a rough guess.

Fu Yan turned to Old Wu and said, "Do you still remember the corpse we saw this morning?"

Old Wu nodded.

Fu Yan: "One of the five corpses is a player from the previous batch."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, Old Wu instantly locked onto the unfamiliar face in the corpse, "You mean, those players are all controlled by the villagers?"

"Ok."

Fu Yan nodded to Old Wu, then turned to Jiang Cuilan: "Sister Lan, I have a way to get everyone out alive, but only if you believe me."

Although Fu Yan and the others are very friendly, in the dungeon, sometimes they can't even trust their own teammates, let alone an outsider.

Jiang Cuilan thought for a while, then looked back at Liu Zihan who was standing by the door.

Liu Zihan raised her head as if feeling something. She looked at Jiang Cuilan, hesitated for a second, and finally nodded firmly.

Jiang Cuilan: "Okay, we believe you."

Fu Yan smiled and nodded, "Old Wu, you and Sister Lan will follow me in a while."

"Xiao Jiang, go behind the statue in the ancestral hall and help me find something..."

As for Liu Zihan, the social terror girl...

Fu Yan decided to pretend he didn't see her.

Respect the corporate culture of social terror.

Fu Yan moved his wrist, "Okay, the dispute begins."

Of course, adhering to the principle of geese passing without leaving hairs.

When Fu Yan left the hut, he did not forget to take the wedding dress and hijab with him.

After Fu Yan returned to the village, the first person he went to was Lao Liu's house.

Lao Liu never thought that he would be favored by this plague god again.

When he saw Fu Yan walking towards this side, he subconsciously closed the courtyard door tightly.

But he didn't expect that the originally solid wooden door didn't make a move under Fu Yan's feet.

Old Liu couldn't help backing away, and just as he was about to say something, Fu Yan grabbed his head off.

"Bring it to you!"

"Ding! Horror value +100"

Seeing this, the old daughter-in-law Liu raised her leg and wanted to slip away, but was kicked by Fu Yan and fell to the ground.

Fu Yan plucked her hair and forced her to look up, "Say! Where did you get that woman!"

The old daughter-in-law Liu looked at Fu Yan bitterly, "Don't you want me to..."

Before she finished speaking, Fu Yan grabbed her hair and ripped off her scalp.

"Ahh! In the basement, in the basement..."

After she finished telling the location of the basement, Fu Yan stepped on her and broke her neck.

"Ding! Horror value +100"

According to the old Liu's wife, Fu Yan found the basement of their son's house.

The moment the iron door of the basement was opened, a stench rushed over.

In the dark basement, three men and one woman were squatting, four players.

The three men's faces were pale, and they looked unfamiliar. They should be the last batch of players.

The woman was Wang Fang who had spurted blood all over the room before.

The moment they heard the door open, they looked nervously at the door.

After seeing clearly that the person who came was not the old Liu and his wife, he slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Fu Yan walked slowly down the steps into the basement.

He glanced at the three men, and said calmly: "If you are not dead, go up by yourself, and stand here waiting for me to collect your corpse?"

Men, you look at me, I look at you, and ran upstairs.

Fu Yan walked slowly in front of Wang Fang.

At this time, Wang Fang was unkempt and pale, and her body was covered with dried blood.

The originally skinny stomach now tore through the clothes and swelled up high, looking as big as three years pregnant.

Her exposed belly was covered with hideous seams.

After seeing that it was Fu Yan, she slowly stretched out her blood-stained hand, "Save... cluck... save me..."

Fu Yan was silent for a while, "Sorry, I can't save you."

This woman died last night, and what remains in her body now is only her survival consciousness.

Fu Yan shook his head, then pierced Wang Fang's belly with one hand.

Pulled out what was curled up in her stomach.

This thing is none other than Lao Liu's eight or nine-year-old son...