I'm killing crazy in the horror game world

He put the four earthen pots into the four pits and buried them with soil. The old man lit three candles, three incense sticks, and burned a stack of yellow paper.

After doing all this, the old man relaxed a little, as if he was too tired.

"Get down!"

The old man led the way and didn't talk much. He was used to being taciturn.

"Do you think it's strange why these four earthen jars need to be buried but not the others?"

The old man suddenly spoke and expressed the problem in Wang Zun's heart.

"kindness!"

Wang Zun nodded.

"There are eight thousand earthen jars in Heiling Mountain, if not ten thousand. Some are filled with a handful of dead ashes, some are filled with white bones, and some are filled with clothes... Without exception, they are all dead objects.

Staying here is just a thought for their descendants."

"However, some earthen jars contain more than just these things, so these earthen jars must be buried to prevent the contents from coming out and causing trouble. Once they come out, they will not go back!"

The old man said it very calmly, very calmly, and he was accustomed to it.

"What's going to come out?"

Wang Zun pretended, but in fact he had already guessed what it was, but he just didn't say it.

"ghost!"

The old man paused and uttered one word in a deep voice.

Wang Zun did not speak or react in any way.

"Understood!"

"There are a lot of things that have escaped. You are very brave if you dare to come here. After going down the mountain, you should leave quickly. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time." The old man said lightly.

Wang Zun did not pick up the topic, but changed another topic.

"Besides dead things and ghosts, is there anything else in the jar?"

"For example, you have been here for so long, have you encountered anything strange?"

The old man didn't speak, and his pace suddenly accelerated a bit. Wang Zun was slightly stunned. Did he say something he shouldn't have said?

Not either?

The two of them returned to the wooden house from the mountain. The old man breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Wang Zun strangely, hesitated for a moment, and said: "This ghost, there are so many weird things. Only you can't think of it. It's nothing."

It won’t happen!”

The old man suddenly raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to scare Wang Zun.

How brave can a horror game designer be?

As everyone knows, Wang Zun immediately answered: "For example?"

The old man's mouth twitched slightly. Is this young man really not afraid of death?

"You really want to know?"

The old man suddenly smiled sinisterly, looking a bit scary. He sat down at the door and his face was illuminated by the oil lamp, which made him look particularly scary.

"think!"

Wang Zun also sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes, and gave the whole pack to the old man!

The old man put away his cigarette with a smile, lit one silently, and blew out a smoke ring.

Wang Zun looked at the old man expectantly. He was eager to get some information from the old man. The mission reminder was about a unique black earthenware jar. The earthenware jars here looked almost the same, and he didn't know how to find it!

"for example……"

"For example, in the middle of the night, while I was sleeping inside, I vaguely heard the sound of someone walking outside the wooden house. You know what kind of place this is. People come here during the day, let alone any thieves.

, this place is good, but it’s a bit noisy, especially at night, hehe..."

The old man chuckled and glanced at Wang Zun, hoping to see some expression of fear and panic on Wang Zun's face.

However!

Wang Zun looked calm and expressionless, without any reaction. He was more curious and expectant.

Well……

The old man was speechless. Are all young people today so fierce?

Are you not afraid of this?

The old man was still smiling, and then continued: "That night, after I heard the sound of someone walking outside the wooden house, I quietly climbed up and looked out through the gap in the wall. Do you know what I saw?"

The old man gave up, his expression became increasingly deep and strange, revealing a mouth of black and yellow teeth.

"What did you see?" Wang Zun smiled bitterly. What bothered him most was when others talked to him and asked him to guess.

Just take a guess, why don't you just say it?

Are you just short of that breath?

"I saw a figure standing where you are now!"

"Her hair is disheveled, her eyes are bulging, round and big, like two frog eyes. Her face is gray and she is dressed in blood. She stands on her toes on the ground. She is swaying like a paper doll. Her eyes are wide.

, staring at my door."

"You know? I wasn't very scared at the time, I was more nervous. I dared to live here, and my courage was naturally different from ordinary people. I have seen many weird things like this, but that night the woman in blood was in front of me.

I walked back and forth at the door of the cabin all night long!"

"How is it? Is this strange?"

The old man chuckled. He spoke calmly, but in fact he was very nervous.

He was not afraid, but he was panicked, his heart was beating fast, and he was sweating profusely.

Boldness is boldness, panic is panic, they are two different things.

Yes!

Wang Zun remained expressionless, looking at the old man without blinking, as if nothing had happened.

The old man's face tightened, and he was extremely surprised. Why didn't Wang Zun react at all?

Is he really just a game designer?

This is very courageous!

Just now I wanted to help take down the earthen jars from the burden, but most people are not so kind.

"Is that it? Is there anything else? Isn't this weird? Isn't it normal for these ghosts to appear in this place?"

Wang Zun grinned without any fear, which startled the old man. This young man is not very courageous.

"Then have you ever seen a ghost knocking on your door in the middle of the night and asking you for something to eat?"

The old man also smiled, and the oil lamp illuminated his face red, making his thin face look like a ghost, sinister and scary.

"Oh? Tell me!"

Wang Zun became interested, and he did not want to let go of any information that the old man spit out.

"It's midnight, I slept well...wait a minute, what time is it now?"

The old man's expression suddenly changed, and he changed the subject and asked about the time.

"Two o'clock in the morning!"

Wang Zun frowned. There is no time limit for this special task. It just needs to be completed before dawn. There are still four hours left. If you don't complete it, it will be fine. There will be no punishment.

But Wang Zun is not willing to give in. Now that he is here, he must complete it.

"Come in quickly!"

The old man's face suddenly turned pale, he pulled Wang Zun into the cabin, locked the door, blew out the oil lamp, and then covered Wang Zun's mouth.

The cabin was filled with an unpleasant smell and was in disarray. The old man's thin face was tense, he was sweating profusely, and his eyes were wide open.

The old man was not afraid, but he was very nervous, so nervous that his eyes almost rolled out of their sockets.

Wang Zun took the old man's hand away and looked at him with a puzzled expression. The old man made a silent gesture, and then pointed outside the wooden house.

Wang Zun leaned forward a little and looked out through the gap in the wooden board.

This is incredible!

On the built path on Heiling Mountain, there were many bloody figures standing!

They were irregular, lined up on the left and right, like statues. Against the backdrop of the night, they looked very scary.

Their faces were pale and bloodless, some were beyond recognition, some simply had no faces, some had deformed and twisted bodies, some were missing arms and legs...

Without exception, they were all very scary, with countless blood dripping from their bodies.

This scene was very scary. Wang Zun and the old man were very nervous, their eyes widened and they did not dare to speak.

These ghosts are standing in Heiling Mountain, not moving, just standing, not knowing what they want to do.

About half an hour later, they disappeared in the wind without a trace.

Wang Zun breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave the cabin. The air here was really smelly.

The old man grabbed Wang Zun's hand and shook his head gently.

This is also the time!

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a sudden knock on the door, just a board away from the two of them.

Wang Zun's scalp was numb, and he clearly felt that there was a ghost in front of him and behind the wooden board, and a cold breath was blowing towards his face.

Vaguely, Wang Zun heard a heavy breathing sound outside the wooden board, as if it was the last breathing sound of a dying person. It was difficult, heavy, and feeble.

Through the gap in the wooden board, Wang Zun saw a figure standing outside.

The figure was blood red, exuding a bloody evil aura, and a cold wind blew into the wooden house.

Dong dong dong...

The knock on the door rang again, a heavy knock, and the knocks were like knocks on Wang Zun's chest, making him feel his breathing speed up.

The old man waved his hands, his face covered with beads of sweat, motionless and very nervous!

"Are you there?"

"Are you there? I'm thirsty and I want to drink water. Are you there?"

The ethereal female voice came from all directions, echoing back and forth in the cabin, more like a voice coming from under hell.

The old man wanted to cover Wang Zun's mouth again, but Wang Zun shrank back, indicating that he didn't need to be too nervous!

The old man stared. Isn't this young man too courageous?

My God, are all young people full of courage?

Dong dong dong...

The knock on the door rang again, and the thumping sound hit the two people's hearts, causing their faces to tighten involuntarily and cold sweat to flow down their faces.

They are all fierce ghosts in red clothes. This place is so fierce. There are as many ghosts as dogs, and they are all running around in red clothes.

There were constant knocks on the door, as if there was a piece of ice outside, and a cold breath filled the air through the cracks in the wooden boards.

The blood-red figure outside floated back and forth without making any sound, as if the soles of its feet were off the ground and floating in the air.

Dong dong dong...

"Water, I want water, give me water, give me water..."

The ghost's voice went from cold at the beginning to hoarse and crazy, as if he was impatient and impatient.

The old man made a silence gesture again, then took out a stick of incense from under the bed, lit one, and stretched it out.

Um?

Don’t ghosts need water?

Why light incense?

Wang Zun was confused, but he didn't ask and watched the incense being pulled out.

Next second!

There was a sound of wild breathing outside!

Wang Zun's eyes widened and he looked out through the gap between the wooden boards. He couldn't help but take a breath of air. Although he was not afraid, he was also startled.

Outside the dark wooden house, a blood-red figure was lying on the ground, with disheveled hair and bent hands and feet, resembling a humanoid spider.

On the ground in front of her, the incense stick was burning. She put her nose in front of the incense and inhaled the smoke vigorously!

As she inhaled, the incense burned faster and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Isn't she thirsty?

Doesn't she want to drink water?

Is this the water she wants?