I'm killing crazy in the horror game world

Yan Wei grinned, looking a bit like a ruffian, holding a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a long sling, a suit and leather shoes, and carrying a large iron bar stained with blood.

Wang Zun glanced at the dean on the iron bed: "What's the name of the person who caused all this?"

Wang Zun narrowed his eyes. The critical moment finally came. Whether his guess was correct or not depended on Yan Zhen's answer.

"Fang Xiaoxiao!"

Yan Wei also narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "I must be looking for her, but I haven't been able to find her. She seems to be avoiding me on purpose. If she is eliminated, all the ghosts in Qingshan Lunatic Asylum can successfully go there."

Reincarnation.”

"These ghosts are her subordinates and the source of her power. If you want to destroy her, you have to kill her with one strike and not give her a chance to breathe. Otherwise, you must destroy all the ghosts here. She does not have the support of her subordinates.

, it’s just a paper tiger!”

Yan Wei slapped his palm with the iron rod and blew out another puff of smoke.

Wang Zun breathed out a breath full of various meanings.

boos is Fang Xiaoxiao, he guessed it correctly.

At the same time, he was also very worried. Fang Xiaoxiao was undoubtedly the one with the most grievances. He was treated unfairly by her husband's family. Their newborn son was taken away from him. They only met him once, and he was forcibly raped right after giving birth.

He was taken to Qingshan Lunatic Asylum and tortured to death.

You can imagine how turbulent this kind of resentment is. It can lift the lid of a person's heavenly spirit, right?

Could Fang Xiaoxiao be a fierce ghost with red eyes and red clothes?

Moreover, if all the ghosts are not eliminated, Fang Xiaoxiao has endless sources of power. How should we fight this?

Originally, Wang Zun still had some confidence, but now that he thinks about it, it is completely gone.

Now I can't escape, and I don't know if I can survive the fight. This is very uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, your uncle will protect you. If you die, I will drag your body out. Your uncle is a principled person!"

Yan Wei patted Wang Zun on the shoulder decisively.

"Your uncle..." Wang Zun smiled bitterly!

"Although Fang Xiaoxiao is pitiful, but there is always a wrongdoer and a debtor. This is not the reason for her madness. Her original intention has changed. It is no longer about revenge for herself, but a greater ambition!"

This is also the time!

The dean's swollen belly burst, and something crawled out of it. The moment he saw it, Wang Zun's eyes shrank involuntarily.

clown!

Yes!

The thing that crawled out of the dean's belly was actually a clown doll!

The bloody doll crawled out of the dean's belly, crawled back in, and crawled out again, back and forth countless times.

It always has a weird and scary smile on its face, laughing silently and crazy!

It’s the clown again!

No need to think about it, this matter is directly related to the clown!

Wang Zun took a few breaths. He didn't have much confidence to begin with, but now that there was another clown, his confidence was completely gone.

The addition of the clown pushed the difficulty of the mission to a higher level. Wang Zun also understood why the thriller game master system said that this mission was a narrow escape.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Zun went up directly, but Yan Wei grabbed him and shook his head silently: "This clown is very weird, it's better not to touch it, let's do our own thing!"

Wang Zun shook his head: "Uncle, this matter is troublesome. It's more troublesome than you think. If we don't get rid of the clown, this matter won't be finished."

"This thing is very weird. It's neither a human nor a ghost. It's something between humans and ghosts. It can't be killed, beaten or destroyed. I've tried many times, but I can't do it!"

Yan Wei shook his head. It was also smart. Since he couldn't kill the other party, he would ignore him.

"No matter what, this thing must be disposed of!"

Wang Zun hit the ghost hammer with one move, smashing the clown against the wall, and it immediately broke into pieces and scattered all over the floor.

Yan Wei's eyes widened, full of disbelief. He had tried many times, but he couldn't smash the clown to pieces.

If the clown doesn't resist, let him smash it, but he just can't smash it.

Did Wang Zun finish it with one blow?

"Uncle, wait until you learn more. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead."

Wang Zun smiled and looked very mature, and patted Yan Wei on the shoulder.

The corner of Yan Wei's mouth twitched, "This is just a carrier of the clown. There are so many of them here. What does your blow mean?"

Yan Wei didn't lose any face, he had to regain some face.

Looking at the dean who was still tortured on the iron bed, the two of them left the place without any intention of saving him.

Walk forward and come to the last treatment room, which is as red as a beating heart.

"The last patient in this treatment room is Fang Xiaoxiao!" Yan Wei said in a deep voice.

The two of them looked in through the glass on the door and saw the same layout, the same scene, a table with various tools placed on it.

There was also an iron bed, which was stained with blood. The hideous blood stains showed that a desperate and angry man once lay on it.

Wang Zun didn't hesitate and pushed the door open directly. The smell of blood that hit his face stimulated his nerves.

The wall of flesh was throbbing, but you could see that there were still painful scratches on it, desperate clawing.

Wang Zun had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know how to react. The dean deserved the endless torture.

Yan Wei took a puff of cigarette, carried the big iron rod, and still led the way leisurely, without the slightest sense of nervousness or fear, but still, for a madman, what is scary?

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Further forward, there is the key patient detention area. There are not many rooms, only nine. The introduction says that the patients detained here are the most terrible in the lunatic asylum, and are personally guarded by the director.

As Wang Zun walked forward, he saw Yan Wei's name on the door of another room.

Surprised, puzzled, doubtful.

Isn't there a majestic room in the patient holding area on the fourth floor?

Why is there still a Yanwei here?

Is it possible that there are two Yanwei?

There was a medical record on the ground. Wang Zun picked it up and opened it and took a look.

Schizophrenia, schizophrenia: a third personality has been successfully split, level nine of insanity!

There are not many records of Yanwei here, but each one illustrates the seriousness of Yanwei and the terrible symptoms.

What Wang Zun guessed was that Yan Wei was sent to the fifth floor because he split into a third personality.

From Yan Wei's words, he learned that one of his personalities had self-destructed. Of course, you can't believe everything the madman said. Wang Zun still maintained a certain degree of vigilance.

In the key patient detention area, Yan Wei is no ordinary patient.

Yan Wei looked indifferent, as if he didn't recognize the name. He was smoking his cigarette and combing his slicked back hair, looking impatient.

This is also the time!

The sounds of "click-click-click" sounded in the fifth floor, like the sound of a dog chewing a bone, one after another, very loud and long, and it was impossible to ignore it.

The two people walked out of the room, looked at each other, and each grasped their weapons.

Wang Zun wanted to look forward quietly, but Yan Wei did not agree with his idea. The big blood-stained iron rod scraped against the wall and he walked forward in a swagger, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was coming.

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Wang Zun was speechless, he preferred to attack unexpectedly and kill the opponent by surprise.

However, Yan Wei is a madman, and any behavior can be understood.

The two came to a detention ward. The door had been torn down, and in the room where blood was surging, a figure squatted.

The figure was covered in blood red, and the hospital gown on his body seemed to have been stained with blood, so bright red that it seemed to bleed.

He squatted on the ground, shaking his body, and the clicking sound came from his body.

Wang Zun narrowed his eyes and was thinking about how to go up. Yan Wei didn't think too much, so he went up with a big iron rod and a cigarette in his mouth. His momentum was as strong as killing through the sky.

The bloody figure did not move, still squatting on the ground, seeming to be holding something in his hand, or in other words, eating something.

Yan Wei was also fierce. He went up and squatted in front of the person, stretched out his hand and slapped the person on the head several times.

"What are you doing!"

Wang Zun was stunned and felt ashamed. He was even more fearless than him. He was really not afraid of death!

"What did you eat?"

Yan Wei took action directly and snatched something from someone's hand, which seemed to be a leg!

No, it should be said to be the legs of a doll!

Wang Zun also went up and saw that the ghost was holding a clown doll and eating it.

The "click-click" sound is the sound of biting the doll into pieces.

Another clown puppet!

Wang Zun took a breath. What surprised him was that the other party was a white-eyed and red-clothed fierce ghost. Here, this was already the second white-eyed ghost, which was enough to show how terrifying this place was.

The ghost squatted on the ground, not paying attention to the two of them, and was munching on the clown doll in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm giving you face, right? I'm not polite at all, I'm just saying hello to you!"

Dignity means fearlessness. The ground is dry and the air is dry. Raise the big iron rod in your hand and aim it at the ghost's head. It's a club!

"Damn it!"

Wang Zun felt his scalp numb when he saw it, he felt so ashamed!

Without any hesitation, he smashed the big iron rod and knocked off the ghost's head.

Like a tiger, Yan Wei pounced on it and beat the ghost again, as fiercely as beating beef balls.

Wang Zun was dumbfounded, like an outsider, standing there and watching blankly. He had never seen such a powerful person before. It was an eye-opener.

There is no doubt that the ghost was beaten into pulp again, and Wang Zun asked the big-headed little spirit to come out and absorb the power from it.

"Young people don't have any manners at all. If I don't educate you, you will be beaten badly in the future. I'm doing this for your own good!"

Yan Wei was indignant, but he was quite angry. He took a deep puff of cigarette and combed his long back hair.

Wang Zun:(°_°)

Now that everyone is like this, do they still have the chance to be severely beaten by society?

You don’t give people this chance either!

A fierce ghost with white eyes and red clothes just disappeared, smashed alive by a madman.

It’s also frustrating.

Wang Zun had never thought that the fierce ghost with white eyes and red clothes would end up in such ashes.

Yan Wei threw away the cigarette butt in his mouth, lit a new cigarette, carried the big iron rod, and walked out in a swaggering manner.

That arrogant and domineering look shows that he really doesn't know how to write the word "death".

As soon as the two of them went out, Wang Zun's face trembled and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. The corridor he came from was full of ghosts, all covered in bright red, from the stairs to more than ten meters away from the two of them.

Without exception, they all had their heads lowered, their bodies swaying slightly, and their hospital gowns were all red. Some were wearing doctor's uniforms, and some were wearing nurse's coats. Without exception, their whole bodies were all red.

What's more, their eyes are emitting white light, and some of them even have a little blue light in their white eyes!

Wang Zun's scalp was numb. A mission with a death index of A was indeed extraordinary.

There were at least seventy or eighty of these ghosts standing in place like statues, completely blocking the escape route.

Wang Zun swallowed his saliva. There were so many ghosts with white eyes and red clothes, and white eyes that touched the level of blue eyes. He was also a little panicked. Whether he could leave alive tonight was really a big question.

Ever since the advent of the Thriller Game Master system, Wang Zun has never felt so heavy, and his breathing has become a little short.

"Don't be afraid, they can't cause any trouble. As long as you are here, you won't lose a hair!"

Yan Wei didn't take it seriously. To be precise, he was used to it. He must have faced this kind of situation many times.

Moreover, these things really have no intention of taking action for the time being, they are just blocking them.

"There is only one good mother in the world. A mother's child is like a treasure. If he falls into his mother's arms, happiness is indispensable..."

A faint singing voice sounded, ethereal and strange, as if it was sung by a crazy woman.

Wang Zun and Yan Wei looked at each other and walked towards the open space in front!