I Make Games To Restore Chinese Civilization

"Master...Master!" Let's find something to plug that poisonous hole!"

Tuanzi flipped over indiscriminately, trying to tear off a piece of cloth or something, but turned out something like a dagger.

This was taken secretly in a guest room when she wanted to find clues by herself.

That thing is so exquisite, the dragon carved on the golden handle is lifelike.

Although she knew it was something in the game and couldn't take it out, she couldn't help but carry it with her.

No way, girls just can't resist this kind of shiny things.

After searching for a long time, there was nothing that could block the hole, so she went to the doctor in a hurry and inserted the dagger in her hand directly at the neck of the paper figurine!

But the poisonous gas still kept bubbling out from the gap.

The dumpling was already in a mess, shaking the handle in a hurry, trying to fill the gap.

Sudden!

With a sound of "click", the wall behind the paper figurine opened.

Tuanzi shouted at the old horse in surprise: "950 secret door! Master, I have found the door!"

"My apprentice, your broadcast operation is not the fifth level, it is already considered a big one!"

The old horse picked up the collapsed old Zhao, and hurried into the secret door.

Tuanzi also pulled up Yanzi vigorously, even beating and dragging her into the secret door.

Finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, Tuanzi let go of Yanzi's hand and sat down on the ground.

The old horse also sat on the ground and panted heavily.

Tuanzi, who had recovered, felt a little distressed at the thought of her holding the dagger.

"It's a pity, master, I haven't had time to show you that thing just now, the shiny carvings of the fund are so beautiful!"

The bullet screen was filled with "money fans".

The old horse patted his apprentice on the back, and said comfortingly: "It's okay, apprentice, maybe there are better things behind.

After a short break, the two got up (dafe) and continued to find their way out.

There was poison gas in the original room and I couldn't go back, so I had to find another way out.

"Master, there is a way." Tuanzi pointed to a row of stone steps and shouted to Lao Ma in surprise.

Seeing that there was no other way out, Lao Ma and Tuanzi walked up the steps.

At first glance, this road was artificially grooved, and the traces of chiseling are very obvious.

Walking through the steps, the four of them came to a corridor, where there were collapsed lampstands everywhere, hanging with dense spider webs, which looked old.

Tuanzi panicked inexplicably, and said, "Master, why does this place look familiar to me?"

The old horse comforted: "This game, it's normal that the scenes are similar with minor differences.

Tuanzi nodded and continued walking forward.

Soon everyone walked to the end of the corridor, and a broken wooden door appeared.

The old horse opened the door and walked in first.

He and the audience in the live broadcast room were shocked when he saw the room in front of him.

Layers of cobwebs and dilapidated tables and chairs cannot conceal the original appearance of the house.

This place is exactly the same as the Huangfu hall just now!

Tuanzi finally understands why it looks familiar, isn't this the Huangfu version that has been in disrepair for a long time!

The two NPCs walked in directly, and Lao Ma and Tuanzi could only follow behind with flashlights.

"AH!!! DEAD!!!"

The swallow walking in front suddenly called out loudly.

Tuanzi's heart skipped a beat when he was frightened, this game is really an unstoppable game.

She followed the old horse and hurried over.

The two took a flashlight and glanced around, and the place illuminated by the flashlight was shocking.

The audience in the live broadcast room also boiled, what kind of purgatory is this.

There are densely packed corpses hanging on the beams in the house, which roughly look like they were hanged.

The old horse pretended to be calm and said: "These corpses have been air-dried, and they should have died here for a long time.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Tuanzi shivered with fright and "hid behind the old horse.

"It's too scary, master, if it weren't for your wit, would we still hang here like this!"

The old horse who heard his apprentice couldn't help but feel a little proud.

He pretended to be calm and said: "Don't let your guard down, apprentice, this place is probably still a hallucination trap, otherwise why would there be so many corpses.

Lao Zhao observed these hanged people with a flashlight for a while, and said to Lao Ma: "These people should be members of the Muer Society, and they were the name of a bandit gang before liberation."

The bullet screens were posted one after another, and it was time for the NPC to solve the confusion.

"They specialize in digging graves for a living. We call them locks. They wear this kind of black clothes and red belts. They probably came down to dig graves and caught the weasel's way." They were hanged here by hallucinations. 11

Lao Ma suddenly realized after listening to Lao Zhao's explanation, which matched the information given by his skills.

He quietly clicked on the skill, and read: "Although this house is the same as the previous one in the Huang Mansion, but here there are only dead people and no paper figures. In fact, this is a ghost house."

As he spoke, Tuma stretched out a finger and pointed upwards.

"look!".