I'm killing crazy in the horror game world

Wang Zun came to the front door and opened the wooden door inside. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely loud in this dead-like tall building.

The sound of opening the door may have made many ghosts jump excitedly.

It's like a pebble dropped on calm water, causing countless ripples.

Wang Zun looked through the peephole on the iron door at the cold and gloomy interior of the high-rise building, the large patio leading to the roof, the messy corridors, the neighbors with locked doors, and a world without a trace of light.

Wang Zun did not open the door in a hurry. He held his breath and listened carefully to the movements around him. He was sure that the sound of his opening the door must have alerted something that was ready to move. What he wanted to do was to see if there was anything impatient.

The devil touched me.

After about two minutes, Wang Zun didn't notice any strange noises. It seemed like nothing from the building was coming. He twisted the door handle and opened the door gently.

The cold breath hit his face, pervasive, and smelled of blood.

Having learned the lesson from the last time, Wang Zun did not dare to take it lightly and let Zhu Jin go to the front. He hid behind Zhu Jin and poked his head out of the door little by little.

Zhu Jin:(?ì_í?)

Wang Zun was cautious. He was really afraid that a big knife would suddenly cut down the door.

After confirming that there were no ghosts ambushing him on both sides of the door, Wang Zun breathed a sigh of relief and looked around, but didn't see anything special.

All rooms that can be seen have their doors closed. Silence and darkness are the norm here, and there is no feeling that a living person should have.

"I won't go down with you anymore. You can go on your own. Have a nice trip. See you again when we see you!"

Wang Zun put the black earthen jar on the ground and said seriously.

It's not that he doesn't want to send the black jar to the door, but that it's too dangerous here and he can't leave Room 404. He's afraid that after he steps out of this door, he will never come back.

It's not that he is as timid as a mouse, he is not afraid, but cautious.

He dared to say that if he stepped out of this doorway, the doors to other rooms would probably open immediately, and then countless ghosts would attack him and tear him to pieces.

Before he has absolute strength and confidence, he will not leave this room rashly.

Black Crock Pot was also determined, and left without looking back, jumping downstairs with a bang.

Wang Zun:(′?_?`)

Are you really a white-eyed wolf who doesn't even say a word of thanks?

I watched the black earthen jar move from the fourth floor to the first floor, and then leave the door of Building A, completely disappearing from my eyes. The beating sound of "thumping" became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared completely.

Wang Zun let out a breath. He didn't know why, but he felt a little uncomfortable, a little uncomfortable, and a little unhappy.

After sending away the black earthen jar, Wang Zun stretched his head outside the door, looked around and then towards the top of the building.

There was not a single figure, it was quiet and dark, and a bit scary.

No matter how loud the noise was when the black jar left, no ghost came out. Did they not want to meddle in other people's business?

Or is it that the black earthen jar is too powerful?

It was also when Wang Zun withdrew his gaze that he inadvertently saw a flash of red.

It's on the ceiling at the stairwell on the fourth floor.

A blood-red figure was hanging from the ceiling, with a thick rope wrapped around her neck, swinging like a pendulum clock.

As she swayed, she was getting closer and closer!

It’s that blue-eyed woman from before!

Wang Zun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was not too scared. On the contrary, he had another idea. From the mouth of the hanged ghost woman, he should be able to know what else happened here, right?

At the same time, Wang Zun heard the sound of footsteps.

Turning around, Wang Zun saw a figure appearing in the aisle on the left.

That middle-aged man with a knife!

He was approaching with a knife in hand, his eyes fierce, staring at Wang Zun.

Snapped!

Next second!

A figure suddenly fell from the fifth floor and hit the wall on the fourth floor, just outside the door of Room 404.

Blood splattered all over the floor.

Wang Zun took a closer look, "Good guy, isn't this the same little boy from before?"

The little boy had an adult's arm, which did not fit his body at all. He was lying on the wall, half dead.

On the left is a middle-aged man holding a knife, on the right is a hanged woman, and at the door is a little boy with adult arms.

Are these three ghosts carrying their previous grudges to this day?

It's really too stingy.

They were getting closer and closer, and Wang Zun grinned. Not only was he not frightened at all, but he was very happy.

Came just in time!

The hanged ghost woman was swaying on the ceiling. Every time she swayed, she would get closer to half a meter. In the blink of an eye, she was already not far from the door.

The middle-aged man holding a knife also arrived not far away, staring at Wang Zun with emotionless eyes without any deviation.

The little boy who hit the wall suddenly raised his head, and the five fingers on his arm left finger marks on the wall, almost crushing the wall!

Wang Zun's scalp was numb as his vicious eyes stared at him. It wasn't because he was afraid, but because the other party was too fierce, which shocked him a little.

The little boy climbed down from the wall and stood there, his resentful eyes unblinking, his strange arm shaking, dripping countless blood.

What's the meaning?

Wang Zun's eyes widened. The three ghosts were already half a meter away in front of him. The smell of blood hit his face, and the strong murderous intent was not concealed at all.

Wang Zun just poked his head out of the room, like a mouse, with three ghosts staring at him, which couldn't be called creepy.

"We meet again. Long time no see. How are you?"

Wang Zun smiled and looked very amiable.

The three ghosts didn't say anything, and they suddenly took a step forward. The ghostly aura filled the air, and their murderous intent became even stronger.

Well……

"Aren't we friends?"

"Didn't we have a heart-to-heart talk last time?"

"Are you welcoming me?"

Wang Zun curled his lips, "Three ghosts have very bad intentions, but they also gave people a handful of corrosive lime powder, which is hard for anyone to swallow, right?"

"Well...since you don't want to make friends with me, just in time, I brought you a new friend. He is a good man. He is a pig butcher. You must like him very much!"

"Helping others is his daily routine, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak is his purpose, and his image is bright and sunny. He is a nice person and speaks nicely. Like me, you must be bright in your eyes!"

Wang Zun stretched out his head like a shrunken turtle and talked a lot. The three ghosts were completely confused.

What on earth are you talking about?

We are very murderous. Your unhurried behavior embarrasses us!

Is this a fool?

Three ghosts were already in front of me: the dangling ghost woman, the little boy with adult arms, and the middle-aged man holding a knife.

These three ghosts are eager to tear Wang Zun to pieces.

"Zhu Jin, come out and let's make friends!"

Three ghosts were approaching and were about to tear Wang Zun into pieces. At this time, a head stretched out from the room. The expressionless face was gray and white, and the blood-red eyes were shining with scarlet light.

The moment this head appeared, the three ghosts immediately froze, as if struck by lightning, their minds went blank.

Blood red eyes!

Just this pair of eyes calmed the three ghosts. They were at a loss and their scalps were numb.

Without saying anything, the hanged ghost woman swayed left and right and staggered back.

The middle-aged man turned around and left, decisive and desperate.

The little boy climbed up the wall and climbed several times before he succeeded.

Don't choose the way!

Are you kidding? This is a fierce ghost with red eyes. If you don't run away now, when will you run away?

Do you still want to tear people apart?

Of course, Wang Zun will not let them leave.

"Don't leave, didn't we agree that we should all be friends?"

Wang Zun smiled, his smile was extremely bright!

agreed?

Who told you?

You have no sincerity at all in making friends. What do you mean? Why do you call a red-eyed ghost?

Is this an attitude towards making friends?

Only a ghost can believe you!

Wang Zun stretched out his hand, and the dragon's tail shot out, with blue hair and blue scales, shining with a beautiful blue light, and hit the middle-aged man's body.

puff!

The middle-aged man was torn to pieces on the spot, shattered on the ground, and the dragon's tail swallowed up the middle-aged man's flesh and blood.

Immediately afterwards, a divine dragon swung its tail and easily took care of the little boy.

With their strength, it would be easy to deal with them.

The lethality of the dragon's tail is terrifying, very terrifying. With just a slight touch, the two ghosts fell apart.

Of course, this is also because they are not strong enough.

When the hanged ghost woman saw this scene, she was so frightened that she staggered on the ceiling and fled quickly.

Damn it!

Is this still coming alone?

How can a dragon's tail grow from the palm of a person's hand?

"Hey, we agreed to make friends, why are you running away?"

"I'll be sad!"

Wang Zun stretched out his hand, and the dragon's tail rushed out like lightning. Before the Hanged Ghost woman could react, she had already wrapped around her and dragged her back.

"It's over!"

The hanged ghost woman screamed and was dragged into the room.

"What's this?"

Wang Zun's eyes lit up. He found a shiny object in the aisle and picked it up conveniently.

boom!

After closing the door directly, Wang Zun clapped his hands, sat on the sofa, and looked at the ghost woman lying on the ground with a smile.

The woman was trembling like a maggot, not even daring to raise her head.

There was a fierce ghost with red eyes standing next to her, and the shock to her was unimaginable.

Even the rough and hoarse breathing in the bedroom with the door closed stopped, and the things inside were obviously very frightened.

"Aren't we friends? Why did you run away?"

Wang Zun smiled broadly and spoke cheerfully.

"No, I didn't run away, I just wanted to go home and get you a meeting gift!"

The woman trembled and her voice trembled.

"To make friends, you have to be sincere, open-minded, and heart-to-heart. Your coy look makes me very embarrassed!"

Wang Zun smiled even brighter, took out the ghost-fighting knife and gently stroked the blade.

This look made the woman even more frightened.

What is this but a lunatic?

What's exaggerated is, why would such a madman be followed by a red-eyed ghost?

"We are friends, aren't we?"

The woman had a dry mouth and a very ugly smile on her disheveled face!