I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

The screams of the middle-aged man resounded through the night sky.

The distorted and terrified voice did not know what kind of terrible encounter it had encountered.

In the real estate center, most of the random entrants were so frightened that they were covered in cold sweat, and they couldn't stand still.

But there were a few people who remained calm from the beginning to the end, quietly listening to the sales lady's introduction.

"..."

"If you want to be the leader in the community, there are several ways."

"You can pay the full amount or apply for installments, enjoy the permanent residence of the room, and become the owner."

"In the community, the status of the owner is higher and the benefits are the best."

"Or choose to live in a rental, no upfront rent payment, a fee at the end of the month, or whatever you can afford to pay."

“Most of the rooms are very safe and there are absolutely no security risks.”

"If you want to join Hongguang Home, the current positions include cleaning, security, nanny..."

"Salary negotiable, staff dormitory available."

"..."

After a long time, the sales lady finally finished her introduction and looked at everyone with a smile.

Her smile was very standard, but her bloodless face and blue lips revealed a strange smell.

There was a moment of silence.

Someone in the crowd spoke, but instead of talking to the sales lady, they turned around and looked at everyone.

"Don't worry, everyone."

This is a young man in his twenties, wearing glasses.

He supported the mirror frame, showing a confident expression, and then said:

"The Bureau of Conspiracy has released a lot of information about Hongguang's home."

"The living and the weird coexist here."

"But as long as you follow the rules, under normal circumstances, nothing will happen."

"I won't hide it from everyone."

"My name is Zhang Liang. I am a college student in the real world, but at the same time, I am also a trickster."

"Everyone work together to get out of the copy as soon as possible."

His poised self-confidence is contagious.

Many people looked at him dubiously.

"It's easy for you to say!"

In the crowd, a fat man with a big belly sneered with disdain on his face.

He looks very strange.

There are several pendants hanging around the neck.

Wrists are wrapped full of rosary beads.

Under the coat, a long section of inner lining is exposed. Judging from the color, red cloth and gold thread, it seems to be a cassock.

There was also a bulging suitcase in his hand.

"This is a dungeon of the evil level. Do you think you can go out if you want to?"

"I advise you not to mess around."

"It is true to find a way to live well in the community."

Fatty is a rich man in the real world, and after accidentally coming into contact with the brochure, he panicked for a long time.

However, after spending a lot of money to find out the situation of Hongguang's home, he gradually settled down.

This is a very strange copy.

It is said to be a community, but it is almost a small world by itself.

Residents living here, no matter weird or human, must abide by the rules of the community.

In some cases, it is similar to reality.

So he was keenly aware of his own advantages.

he has money!

Money can turn ghosts around!

Before arriving at the dungeon, he had made sufficient preparations.

In just a few hours, I gathered a magic weapon for myself.

The suitcase contained cash.

I have to say that his look is obviously more convincing.

Several people's eyes lit up instantly, and they ran to Fatty's side.

"Brother, we listen to you."

"That kid is young and energetic, and following him will only lead to death."

Among them, there is also a woman with thick and heavy makeup, who threw herself into the fat man's arms, and said delicately:

"People are so scared."

He directly hugged the woman's waist, and the fat man smiled with satisfaction.

"You guys are nice, you have winks."

"Follow me, I won't treat you badly."

He was talking, but his eyes were on the other side of the crowd.

There, standing there was a bright and gorgeous woman with beautiful features and a graceful figure.

What moved him even more was the identity of the woman.

Big star, Reba!

In reality, Reba is surrounded by tens of thousands of people, and ordinary people are not qualified to approach.

But in the dungeon, outside influences can't affect Weirdness.

Fatty said so much just now, deliberately showing off.

On the one hand, I want to find some younger brothers.

On the other hand, if you want to attract Reba's attention, it's best to throw yourself into your arms like a woman with heavy makeup.

But the results disappointed him.

Reba hasn't responded so far.

And one of the few, always calm people.

"Why isn't she afraid?"

The fat man wondered.

"Here, does it have anything to do with the Ping'an Community?"

Ignoring the eyes of Fatty and the others, Reba looked at the surrounding environment with some doubts in her heart.

The reason why she is not afraid is because she feels that this place is somewhat similar to the community in her dream.

Weird residents.

A small world alone.

Even the layout of the neighborhoods is somewhat similar.

But different, the place called Ping'an Community is much better than here.

Hongguang Homeland is like a poor imitation.

Having stayed in Ping'an Community for a long time, it is difficult for her to feel afraid of this place.

"snort!"

"I'll wait until you can't hold on, and then cry and beg me!"

Seeing that Reba didn't even look at him, the fat man snorted coldly and didn't say any more.

He has money and magic tools.

I think it's easy to survive in the community.

Carrying the suitcase, the fat man walked up to the sales lady.

"I'm going to be the owner."

"Full payment!"

He opened the box and shook the cash all over the floor.

Brightly colored banknotes are very attractive.

But the sales lady took a look, and her face became indifferent.

"Sir, are you planning to use these counterfeit notes to buy a house?"

The cold voice, carrying a deep chill, drilled into Fatty's brain like an ice pick.

This is a weird power.

The fat man stared in horror, feeling that his head was about to explode, and his brains were flying.

Fortunately, the rosary on the wrist suddenly burned and turned into a burst of fly ash.

A strange force appeared to protect him.

But the remaining strange breath had already made him unbearably painful.

With a scream, the fat man lay on the ground covering his head, rolling and curling up.

That painful expression and miserable voice made everyone's hearts tremble.

This is no ordinary neighborhood.

This is the lair of demons.

It is a horror copy that will die tragically if you are not careful!

As long as you enter the copy, you will fall into a desperate struggle.

Without exception!