Lie Down and Win In Horror Games

Yan Zhengyan made up her mind to wait for the group of ghosts to come back nearby, so there was nothing to do for the time being, so she wandered in this dark space, trying to find the source of the hidden fragrance.

Nothing.

Pricked away the silt that covered the place as a hard shell, Yan Zhengyan was ready to leave, after all, although there was a faint fragrance, the air was really not fresh.

At this moment, a black aperture suddenly appeared in the air, trembling, without the slightest movement.

middle.

This is? Yan Zhengyan reached out to grab it, but he didn't have time.

I saw the black circle dissolve into the mud, and then the colors around it quickly disappeared, as if they were absorbed by it.

A drop of ink dropped into a glass of clear water will contaminate the whole glass of water. The effect of this aperture is about the same. It fell into the Black Lake, and the Black Lake slowly lost its turbidity and became transparent—the silt was as transparent as water.

The "bowl" space at the bottom of the Black Lake also began to collapse.

Yan Zhengyan quickly broke through the black lake, flew right above it, and watched from the sidelines.

In a few minutes, the place completely changed. From a gloomy and ghostly place, it has become a spotless paradise on earth - whether the lake or the plants on the shore are transparent.

The black circle emerged from the lake and floated in front of Yan Zhengyan.

Its texture was distorted for a while, and then it turned into a pure black mouth, and said: "What do you want?"

The voice is like a bell, implying bewitching, not distinguishing between men and women.

Yan Zhengyan kept away vigilantly, but the black circle kept a distance of two meters in front of her, like a dog skin plaster.

"There is no price for your wish. You freed me for the reward. Say it."

I don't know what the **** this thing is. It has a big voice and strange abilities.

Yan Zhengyan took out the equipment he had brought, and tested the aperture for a while - no response.

Is this forcing me to make a big move? She also didn't want to answer at will. The black circle was so enticing, and she didn't let it go. If it had the ability to "kill someone else once they answer," she really might not be able to handle it. After all, it is not his own origin world.

In addition to spiritual power and yin qi, there is also a little time power borrowed from the little golden bell, some discipline power borrowed from Jasper Whip, and a little nihilistic power contributed by the newly hatched white buns.

The power of the hodgepodge is very strong, and the black circle rolls and disappears in front of you, two or three miles away.

Unfortunately, there are no "four or five smoke villages" nearby, only a few haunted houses.

Yan Zhengyan, who didn't want to make trouble, left immediately and rushed to the place with the most abundant spiritual power.

This black lake is no longer dark, maybe the place where the ghosts meet next time will change?

At this time, the main system suddenly issued the latest notice: "All taskers please pay attention! The world order has returned to normal. The return channel will be opened soon."

Here, what happened? Wouldn't it be because of that black circle? Yan Zhengyan vaguely guessed some facts, although it was useless, the world would not get points.

Crossing the transmission channel, the blue-blue silk thread vaguely sank into Yan Zhengyan's palm, and then the channel vibrated, and Yan Zhengyan was thrown out, almost landing on the ground.

Yan Zhengyan flipped a somersault, landed steadily on the ground, scooped up the nearby little yellow chicken, and started the settlement.

Sure enough, the main system is very stingy, it only says that the task is over due to special reasons, so the points of the tasker will not be deducted. Want to get bonus points? Dreaming is faster.

Yan Zhengyan also remembered that in the two or three days in that world, the world exploration degree had never been shown!

Because there is already occupied by the main system? Idealistic speculation but some factual basis—for example, this time she did not feel the natural rejection of the world as an outsider.

Don't think about it anymore, Yan Zhengyan took a bath, softly on the bed, and fell into a dream.

In other words, almost every time she came back, she was either busy eating or sleeping, and was "destroyed" by the mission world. Although she is not very at ease here, but at least it is better than in the mission.

Dreamless nights.

The next day, Yan Zhengyan woke up early, exchanged some feelings with some of his pet partners, and then checked the introduction of the next world.

The world is dangerous at first glance. The main system is throwing stones to ask for directions, right? Completely to be cannon fodder! Went there, an hour later it was not known if the main system would open as scheduled.

Sitting at the desk after a long absence, Yan Zhengyan took out the newly bought pen and paper seriously, and wrote his speculations one by one:

Walk the Word - The World of Words and Spirits? No, that's what you say. (crossed out)

For myself/others? Well, max yourself.

Translation: What you say must be realized.

Measures: Wear sealing strips, masks, sportswear (replace 1), earplugs, various weapons (technology, runes, fantasy, supernatural).

Team up? (crossed out) Alone.

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In this way, after repeated revisions, Yan Zhengyan spent a day determining his action plan and equipment in the next world.

Two days later, she suddenly remembered to ask some acquaintances in the middle of the exercise, do more preparations, and brainstorm.

Unfortunately, there are a few hacked in her communication number directory, all of them are dead, and the rest are on the mission.

A shadow drifted past.

In the next few days, Yan Zhengyan continued to work hard to exercise his physical strength and reflexes, occasionally chatting with the little yellow chicken or having a brain party with the little cuties in his mind, chatting with Relax.

On the seventh day, the old time, the old place, Yan Zhengyan entered the old passage, and when teleporting, a purple thread also plunged into her palm.

Why is it itchy? She scratched the palms of her hands, not paying too much attention.