Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?

In less than a quarter of an hour, Li Cheng left the yard.

Frowning, he recalled his experience in the yard, and then gave a fair evaluation:

Not very good.

The monsters are not scary enough, the mechanism is too thin, the scene design is not detailed enough, and it is not fun to play.

The design of many places is too old-fashioned, and you often feel "Oh, it's true" when playing, without any surprises.

There is no special feature when the monsters chase people. Different types of monsters are only different in appearance, but there is no distinction, just a skin change.

Some places are scary for the sake of scaring people, and some places are not scary enough.

After playing the whole game, its horror level is about the same as the moral integrity of the immortal master of the Refining Pavilion:

There is definitely something, but it is always hard to find when needed.

All these make this dream too simple and straightforward, without much artistic sense.

But if it is used for hypnosis, it is quite good.

The overall evaluation is that the future is promising, keep working hard.

Yawning, he didn't know why he was still so sleepy in his dream, but he was too lazy to think about it.

Go back and rest, play "Wandering Corridor 2" to adjust yourself, and then continue to work.

Behind him, Qing Niang watched him leave, her fair face as gloomy as a dead person.

After groping in her chest for a while, she took a puppet out of her arms, then picked up the scissors and stabbed it hard.

Although she knew that this curse was useless now, she just wanted to do it.

"Damn it!"

"What do you mean by no imagination, what do you mean by not good enough! When I was making illusions to scare people, your grandfather hadn't even taken shape yet, what qualifications do you have to tell me these ghost-like things?"

"What is artistic sense, tell me what the hell is artistic sense! Damn, what is artistic sense!"

"Not scary enough? Is there something wrong with your brain! If you have any problems, go home to see a doctor, don't come here to pollute my eyes!"

After panting and inserting, Qing Niang felt a little better, but followed by deep doubts.

Is this an exception, or are all the righteous sects like this now?

Before she fell asleep, she didn't have much contact with the righteous sects, and she only knew that they were a group of persistent guys.

They were like flames, and they would burn rapidly even if there was a little fuel, and they didn't care even if they burned themselves in the end.

It seemed that their necks were not heads, but spiritual stones. As long as this spiritual stone could be exchanged for something more than one spiritual stone, they would exchange it without hesitation.

Life is not their own, but everyone's. Even if they can't see the day of victory, they still believe that others will see it for them.

The will of unity and the confidence in victory made Qingniang feel that the other party was really a group of lunatics, so she simply took a nap to avoid the edge.

But who would have thought that the Demon Sect would fail like this?

What a group of unpromising things, useless things, and cowards.

After scolding the incompetent Demon Sect, Qingniang continued to think about why this happened.

Qi refining is supposed to be just an object for practice, a tool man that can be seen everywhere, and a medicine dregs after the fear emotion is squeezed out.

After all, she had added the Dao rhyme of the Golden Core into her illusion, and the other party should have fainted on the spot.

But now, Li Cheng had a bored face throughout the whole process, and not only did she not harvest any emotions, but she also lost some.

After all, the operation of the formation requires mana, and the maintenance of the illusion also requires mana. Overall, she still lost.

"Are the righteous sects so powerful recently? Do they have such means to refine Qi?"

At this moment, Qing Niang wanted to avoid the edge and leave here temporarily.

However, her Wanhun Banner is still here, and she has invested a lot in the formation in the early stage. The sunk cost of leaving now is too high.

"Maybe it's just an exception. That guy is just gifted and is the son of luck favored by heaven and earth. Well, it must be like this."

After comforting herself, Qing Niang unfolded the formation, and soon led another person into the formation and continued to let him experience it.

A quarter of an hour later, the other party left the courtyard in a lack of interest, and when he left, he said in confusion: "Why is the quality of this dream so bad!"

"I'm sorry!"

Qing Niang's cursed straw man had been pierced with a bird's nest, and the previously glorious beauty was now only furious.

If she hadn't been concerned that this was the territory of the righteous, and there were even several powerful beings, she would have wanted to drag the entire city into the illusion, and then see where she was wrong.

Calming down, she comforted herself: "It's okay, Qing Niang, you are the best at creating fear, but these people don't know the goods. I'll drag a few more people in, and I will definitely succeed in one or two."

But things didn't go as she wished, and at the end of the day, she didn't receive a single good comment.

[What a bad dream. ]

[What's wrong with me recently, why do I have such a bad dream. ]

[Not as fun as "Wandering Corridor 2". ]

[To have such a dream, it seems that I haven't played enough games recently. ]

[Rubbish. 】

Putting away the umbrella, Qingniang sat on the door frame, feeling hopeless.

One was fine, because he had no vision.

Two was fine, because I was unlucky to have met two people with no vision.

But a group of people said so, which only showed that my strength had declined greatly in these years, and even ordinary people could not be scared.

At this moment, Qingniang felt that the means she had once been proud of were a joke, and she herself was also a joke.

And what annoys her the most is that the formation illusions she creates are often compared to something called "Wandering Corridor 2".

And there is no comparison.

But what is that thing?

What is the game played on the bamboo slips?

You guys are having a great time now!

The more times she listened to it, the angrier Qing Niang became towards "Wandering Corridor II", and she also had no favorable impression of its author Fang Wai.

After realizing that there were too many people praising him, she simply detained one person, searched the bamboo slips from his body and copied "Wandering Corridor 2", and then followed the instructions to sink his spiritual thoughts into it.

Just when she was about to start, she was startled.

She was originally a powerful Nascent Soul, but now the way of heaven has changed. The Nascent Soul in her body is sleeping and only a perfect golden elixir is spinning.

At this time, Jin Dan emitted an unprecedented buzz, as if she had encountered something extremely terrifying, reminding her not to enter rashly.

But on the other hand, her magical power told him that there was no danger to his life, and the two conflicted with each other, which made Qing Niang feel very uncomfortable.

After much hesitation, she still suppressed her fear and sank her spiritual thoughts into it, and then the door to a new world was opened.

What is this?

Various exciting points come one after another, and the interesting game mechanics never stop.

During the game, excitement and fear alternated, constantly squeezing fear out of her, but making her addicted and unable to extricate herself.

When she returned to reality in a daze and saw the formations and illusions she had made, she couldn't help but said, "What is this?"

There are no interesting mechanisms and no scary monsters. Although what the qi-refining boy said before was not pleasant to listen to, he was not wrong at all.

My own methods are really too backward.

What you make is a pile of rubbish.

Times have changed.