Horror Game: Sleeping during Live Broadcast at the Beginning

"Ahhhhh

In fact, I still like the shape of the skeleton warrior, and it seems that I can only look forward to the next warrior. "

Skull: So love will disappear, right?" "

It's open, guess how long it will take the third brother to solve?"

"For the sake of the cool shape of the skeleton

warrior, within a minute!" "Half a minute, no more!" "Half a

hammer, ten seconds at most! Have you forgotten what happened to the ugly warrior

?"

"Skeleton Warriors: How polite you are..."

just when the fans in the live broadcast room frantically teased with a barrage.

Triangle Head is already at war with the Ghost Rider.

The rust knife and the flaming chains collided together, and the sparks were radiant.

The Evil Spirit Knight suddenly felt numb.

"What a terrifying power..." Its

current strength attribute has even exceeded 100, and it is actually not the opponent's opponent at all.

Apparently.

This enemy in front of you cannot be defeated head-on.

You have to be clever....

Thinking of this, it threw out the chain harder.

Then he suddenly turned around and rushed to the location of the window.

Take a leap.

Tang Ping brandished a rusty knife to block, but found that the other party had fled.

He quickly chased after him and stopped by the window.

"Boom—" The

roar of a motorcycle sounded downstairs.

The Ghost Knight rode away quickly on his motorcycle, dragging two long flame marks on the ground.

Suddenly.

A rocket flew out of the window.

The Evil Spirit Knight, who was galloping, felt a heat wave hit him and turned his head to look.

Suddenly frightened, the speed of the car was raised to the extreme.

The roar of motorcycles and explosions sounded at the same time.

The black town is on fire.

"Ran away by it..." The

system prompt did not sound.

A red dot on the radar map is speeding away from here.

Tang Ping returned to his form as a rabbit killer and secretly clenched his fists.

This time the executioner is obviously a little more difficult to deal with than the last time....

......

Central of the town.

The painter and the photographer are on target.

Riding the red monster, he swooped to the ground and took a one-eyed photographer with a camera that kept shooting.

"Blood... Your blood is very suitable as my painting paint!" in

the face of this terrible offensive.

Not only was the photographer not afraid to escape, his expression became more and more frantic.

"This is real art

!" "I want to make this moment eternal!!" When

a madman meets a madman, it must be a big war!

Both executioners have some special abilities.

Before the red monster arrived, the resulting wind had already blown the photographer backwards.

"

Click!" "Click!" "Click!"

"Click!"

"...",

but even so.

The camera's lights are still flashing.

Countless blurry photos flying all over the sky!

An incomparably clear photo flew out.

The one-eyed photographer grabbed it in his hand, and a trace of fanaticism flashed in his eyes!

"True beauty only exists in the moment when life is lost." The

red monster that swooped in like a storm suddenly stopped in the air.

It's as if you've pressed the pause button.

The painter frowned and immediately jumped off the back of the red monster.

The next moment.

The huge red monster turned into countless fragments in an instant.

It fell to the ground like confetti.

The photographer put away the photo as a treasure, and looked at the painter not far away with cold eyes.

"Unexpectedly, you are a little brat, you can actually make that perfect work of art..."

He immediately raised the camera and pointed it at the painter and pressed the shutter.

Through the hand-to-hand just now.

The painter also probably guessed the ability of the other party.

Immediately turned around and ran into the next building.

A blurry photo floated out of the camera.

"Don't worry, I will definitely record the moment before you die..." The

photographer immediately chased after you, not slowing down at all.

"Boom..." I

don't know how long the heavy rain lasted.

The fight in the black town has just begun....

Catching up all the way, the photographer lost his target.

He immediately opened the executioner map, only to find that the target red dot was nearby.

The map can only show approximate locations.

For example, in the same house, it is impossible to tell whether the other person is downstairs or upstairs.

It is up to the executioner's experience to judge for himself.

Other words.

The other party must be hiding in the building next to him now.

The photographer looked closely and finally found footprints full of water tracks outside a house.

Unexpectedly, the bad weather here became a clue for trackers.

Treading on the rain leaves footprints when heading to dry areas.

This discovery made the photographer secretly happy, and he quietly approached the past.

The noisy sound of rain obscured all traces....

At this time, the painter was frantically painting on the second floor, and his left hand was already covered in blood.

On the miserable white wall, red figures came out one after another.

"Go and bring me the 'paint!!" his

face turned pale due to excessive blood loss.

The red figures nodded and ran downstairs.

The photographer who was searching on the first floor immediately hid around the corner after hearing the movement.

Point the camera in the direction of the stairs.

The only remaining right eye was wide, afraid that he would miss the most beautiful "artistic" moment.

However, what appeared was a group of weird red figures....

This was not what he expected.

"Click!" "Click!"

"..."

The shutter sounded non-stop, and countless red figures disappeared on the stairs one after another.

But because of the sheer number of them, the process continues.

One of the red figures jumped out of the window and broke through the door from the other side.

Get a glimpse of this.

The photographer quickly turned around and pointed the camera at the door.

After shifting direction, the red figure at the entrance of the stairs rushed down again.

Finally.

After a crazy shutter, all the red figures disappeared.

But just now in the midst of chaos.

It was scratched by a red figure, but the guy turned and ran after succeeding.

This move made it faintly uneasy.

After a short rest, the photographer immediately took the camera and ran upstairs.

The painter at the top is painting like crazy.

And this time the object looks a little familiar....

It turned out to be the one-eyed photographer downstairs!

A red figure stood respectfully beside him, holding some blood in his hands.

The footsteps downstairs became more and more urgent.

The speed at which painters paint is also getting faster and faster.

The portraits on the walls come to life, leaving only the final finishing touches.

The one-eyed photographer appeared at the entrance of the stairs gasping.

Seeing the situation in front of him, he immediately raised the camera....