Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Fu Yan found the maintenance room.

The maintenance worker is playing cards with the security guard in the house.

The maintenance worker looked to be in his fifties, with a beard and a worn-out face.

That look is even more sloppy than the old Wu in the novice hall.

He threw himself upright and collapsed on the bed, with a bottle of wine at his feet.

When he saw someone coming, he ignored Fu Yan and treated Fu Yan as air the whole time.

But the security guard opposite him, seeing Fu Yan coming, immediately got up and stood by the wall to make room for Fu Yan.

Fu Yan glanced at the dark sheets, and chose to stand in the middle of the room.

He folded his arms around his chest and said straight to the point: "The circuit in my house is broken."

The maintenance worker took a sip of wine and sneered: "I can't fix it, so I'll find a ghost to fix it for you!"

Fu Yan guessed it, otherwise, given how scared the manager was of him, he would have found someone to fix it for him long ago.

Unless this thing cannot be repaired in the first place.

Fu Yan didn't bother anymore, and asked again, "Where's your son?"

After hearing this, the maintenance worker's face changed slightly, and he got up and was about to push people away, "Go, go, I don't know."

The security guard on the side didn't look very good after hearing this.

Naturally, Fu Yan couldn't let the maintenance worker's dirty hands touch him, so he turned around and left immediately.

According to the law of beating conservation.

The beating doesn't go away, it just moves from the maintenance guy to the manager.

So, when Fu Yan passed by the front desk, he beat up the manager again.

manager:"……"

After all, it's me who bears everything.

into the night.

Chu Miaomiao felt cold all over.

She subconsciously hugged her arms tightly, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Chu Miaomiao suddenly opened her eyes and found herself soaking in the bathtub in the bathroom.

Just as she was about to get up, a ghostly hand with pale skin and black nails suddenly pressed her head.

The ghost hand held down Chu Miaomiao's head, and frantically pushed her into the water.

Chu Miaomiao tried to catch the ghost's hand, but couldn't touch anything.

She was held in the water by the ghost's hand, struggling desperately as she grasped the edge of the bathtub with both hands.

His mind was running fast, thinking of ways to escape.

Suddenly, she saw the drain valve under her feet.

While struggling to breathe, Chu Miaomiao stretched her legs to reach the button under her feet.

The water release device in the bathtub is pushed, and the plug will pop up when you press it.

Based on feeling, Chu Miaomiao aimed her heel at the button, and then smashed it down desperately.

With a bang, the button pops up.

The cold water flowed down the spout and into the sewer.

Everything happened between lightning and flint.

After the water in the bathtub was drained, Chu Miaomiao was already exhausted.

But fortunately, he saved his life.

Chu Miaomiao crawled out of the bathtub with both hands and feet, leaning on the wall, and stumbled out of the bathroom.

She just opened the door.

I saw a woman with pale skin, protruding eyeballs, and drenched all over, standing outside the door and looking at her coldly...

"Squeak—creak—!"

A sharp and piercing voice rang in Han Wu's ears.

He rolled over irritably.

But the sound seemed to scratch against his eardrums.

Even if he blocked his ears, he could still hear.

Han Wu was so annoyed by the sound, he took out his pistol and shot two shots at the canopy.

The voice in the ear stopped abruptly in an instant.

"Fuck!"

Han Wu turned over and lay down cursing.

Not long after, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Brother Han, what's the matter with you? I heard gunshots, what happened in your room?"

This voice belonged to Zhang Jiexuan.

Han Wu glanced at the clock on the wall.

Eleven thirty-five.

It's still some time before morning.

Han Wu put away his gun, put on his shoes and walked to the door.

He squatted down and looked through the cat's eyes.

Sure enough, he saw Zhang Jiexuan standing outside the door with a worried face.

But Han Wu wasn't going to open the door for him either.

He still remembered Zhang Jiexuan's weird behavior during the day.

He suspected that Zhang Jiexuan might have been possessed by a ghost.

Although it cannot be verified, he is not prepared to risk himself.

Han Wu didn't reply.

But Zhang Jiexuan seemed to know that Han Wu was behind the door, and continued: "Brother Han, I know you are there, do you suspect that I am possessed by a ghost?"

Han Wu still didn't say anything.

Zhang Jiexuan: "The reason why I was scared in the morning was because I found out that except for us, the rest of the players had already been possessed."

"What do you mean?" Han Wu still couldn't help asking.

Zhang Jiexuan: "Actually, the real ghost is not in the corridor, but in the house..."

Han Wu's hairs stood on end by these words.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, Zhang Jiexuan said faintly: "Really, if you don't believe me, look behind you..."

Han Wu froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head...

I saw a group of ghosts standing behind them, with gray faces, black air all over their bodies, and various death shapes.

They looked at Han Wu with gloomy eyes, and the corners of their mouths curled up in a stiff, uniform arc.

Han Wu's scalp was numb from what they saw, and he subconsciously opened the door to escape.

He checked the time just now, and it will be fine to go out at this point.

As soon as Han Wu stepped out of the door, a chill rushed over his Tianling Cap instantly.

He suddenly remembered that he lived on the seventh floor and Zhang Jiexuan lived on the tenth floor.

How did he hear the gunshots from a distance of two floors.

Han Wu turned his head and slowly looked to the side.

I saw Zhang Jiexuan's shadow beside him.

Instead, there was a ghost with a pale face, burst eyes, and black air all over his body.

Li Gui faced him, and slowly stretched out a pair of blue-gray hands.

Not long after, a tall and thin ghost covered in black air gradually disappeared in the corridor on the seventh floor.

Han Wu's cell phone dropped to the ground, showing the current dungeon time.

1:13 in the morning...

next morning.

All players gather at the restaurant to check the number of players.

This is already their third day in this dungeon.

Nothing but the death condition.

Only five players came to the restaurant today.

Except for Zhang Jiexuan who was acting strange yesterday, Chu Miaomiao and Han Wu also did not come.

The players couldn't make phone calls anymore, so they went upstairs to find someone.

Chu Miaomiao lived on the second floor, and the players walked up the stairs.

As soon as I arrived at the door of 204, I saw Chu Miaomiao standing at the door with a dull face holding a short knife.

A player boldly stepped forward to check, "Chu Miaomiao?"

Hearing the sound, Chu Miaomiao raised her head instantly.

She looked at the crowd in horror, swiped her knife and slashed at the players, yelling viciously, "I'll kill you! I'll kill you evil spirits! I'll kill you..."

Players dodge her blades and circle her while trying to subdue her.

Fu Yan saw that Chu Miaomiao was not dead.

Turn around and take the elevator to the seventh floor.

Han Wu's room is on the seventh floor.

The numbers on the floor display kept beating, and they reached the seventh floor in a blink of an eye.

Fu Yan stepped out of the elevator and walked to the door of 704.

Room 704's door is wide open.

Han Wu fell on his back by the door, his eyeballs burst.

The state of death is exactly the same as that of Zhou Qing and Wang Long...