Lie Down and Win In Horror Games

"No! My hand!" A young man in a striped shirt screamed in sharp pain, his right hand was broken from the wrist joint, the cut surface was flat, and the blood stained his jeans.

The severed hand turned into a black mist before it fell to the ground, and then dissipated.

At this moment, all those who choose to exchange clues directly with objects and mask creatures have lost a part/body. Some people are lucky and only lose their hair and become bald, while others just lost their hearts...

Afterwards, the only thin man who chose to give up the mission also suffered. He fell to the ground and lost his breath. Yan Zhengyan found that his soul had turned into a black mist and dissipated. It seems that as long as you take something from another "people", you will make a promise, and if you give up the task and "break the promise", the price is life.

Nothing has happened to those who seek clues on their own.

No one who is still standing here is stupid. Twenty-five people did not panic, they just divided into groups.

The first group is full of people who are committed to unlocking the secret behind the clues, the second group is the people who use all violent means to get out of here, and the other group is full of lone rangers, They don't care about each other, they just don't want to join the other two groups and form a passive group.

Tenth minute.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The eight people in the second group worked together to spliced ​​a rough wooden post with pieces of wood scattered on the ground. They took some clothes or trousers to tie them tightly. The quality was worrying, but it was still usable. They shouted slogans, carried wooden pillars, and hit the stained glass around the auditorium again and again, making loud noises.

Unfortunately, after the three roars, the glass did not shatter, and after the three hits, the wooden pillar could not withstand the shock and turned back into scattered pieces of wood.

The eleventh minute.

The first group gave a little cheer - they didn't solve the secret but found a way out! But since it was obtained by reasoning, no one wanted to be a guinea pig. So the ten people in the first group gave the method to the second group for free.

The second group, the woman in the long purple robe that dragged the floor read the method again, and said in a strange voice: "Pray sincerely. Pray? What the **** is this?"

"I'll see, I'll see." The burly old man in the oversized colorful holiday suit pulled the rag with the method written on it.

There is no pen and ink, so the first group of people directly used the blood of some dead people for waste. At this moment, there are four rust-colored blood words "Sincerely pray" on the rags superior.

"Pray?" The old man's eyes circled strangely, then he turned around and tucked the rag to a whitish woman with ill-fitting clothes. The old man thought: It happened that she still had a golden Buddha hanging around her neck. It is estimated that she prayed a lot and was skilled in business.

Yan Zhengyan also walked in this auditorium for a long time. When she heard the woman say that she was going to "pray sincerely" when she left, the Samsara Eye reflexively jumped up in fright, and saw a ghostly black Buddha appearing in the painting on the spire!

Those four words seemed to have opened some kind of seal. As more people spoke, the blurred painting on the spire gradually became clearer, and the color became darker.

"Go away! Bah!" The woman wearing the golden Buddha looked cowardly, but her temper was quite grumpy. She turned over the rags with one hand, and spat directly at the old man.

The rag wobbles and is caught by a lone ranger. He's a one-eyed cloak, with exaggerated muscles but no aesthetics. "Sincerely pray?" He also muttered.

Black Buddha has changed from 2D to 3D.

Yan Zhengyan silently moved to the corner, feeling disgusted and disgusted by being stared at by negative creatures.