Rules-based ghost talk game

"This is how the dark world works!"

On the side, the woman sighed. She pulled Chen An's sleeve and said, "This is a good opportunity."

Her voice was sweet and melodious, and Chen An felt like he subconsciously wanted to acknowledge her words.

But then, the hideous and terrifying appearance of Li Zimu in Jingshan Hospital appeared in his mind!

He suddenly woke up, the thoughts in his mind were racing, and he suddenly felt short of breath, his heart was beating fast, and his palms were slightly sweaty. He wanted to leave here right away!

The Hanged Lord... the real world... what the old man said about Tieba and the Evil God is completely nonsense! Chen An thought in horror, this information is unknown to ordinary players of one or two games. ...In Ruandu, there are very few people who come to the main capital. People like Miao Luoying are almost non-existent!

I relied on Brother Scar's teachings to understand the meaning of the dark world... So how do these players who have just experienced the baptism of the world of horror stories understand that they are all the "guardians" of reality?

What they are thinking...must be...puzzling, confused, and even angry!

Chen An gasped softly, this is a trap, this is a trap!

The Hanged Lord!

This black market...is inseparable from the Self Sect. Brother Scar once said that the Self Sect believes in the Hanged Lord!

"If I were a clueless player... I'd probably already believe this." Chen An felt like he was surviving a disaster. Fortunately... his second game happened to be the same as that damn "Hanged Upside Down" "Lord" related!

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The woman pulled Chen An's sleeve and pressed it against her again. At the same time, Chen An smelled a sweet aroma. As the aroma poured into his nose, his cheeks turned slightly red and the thoughts in his mind changed. Slightly cloudy...

My body... became a little weak, as if I was lying on the bed after a long day of tiring work, not wanting to move at all.

"Chen, what do you think of this statue?" On the side, Allen turned around and was just talking to Chen An in a low voice when he saw this scene.

He was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Dear An, I didn't expect you to be so charming."

Chen An's pupils widened. He wanted to say...can you save me first?

damn it!

I can't move!

The bones in my body seemed to be soft! And... the most terrifying thing is that I can't transmit spiritual energy to the Smiling Rabbit and the Crying Rabbit!

My spirituality seems to be delayed!

The face under Chen An's funny clown mask... can only show horror, staring at the milky white mask with a small pink heart in the right eye.

"Brother, I think you can go up and give it a try. This is a good opportunity for you." The woman's voice was sweet, soft, and slightly charming.

His fingers slowly placed on Chen An's chest, circling through the white shirt.

Chen An's throat was clogged, and his thoughts became increasingly trapped in a sticky whirlpool.

Deep in his heart, the feeling of heat became stronger and stronger. He couldn't move, but he felt a strange sense of "enjoyment", and he was even looking forward to what would happen next!

At this moment, he finally remembered something.

Suddenly, on his face under the plastic clown mask, white, yellow, and red ink-like substances emerged from the surface of his skin.

As they intersect and superimpose each other, they slowly turn into a white mask with a straight face.

At this moment, the cold feeling gradually penetrated from the face to the bottom of my heart. A coldness and indifference quietly appeared to compete with the hot turbidity.

Allen on the side had no idea what Chen An was going through at the moment. He was thinking seriously about the issue of the statue and whether there were any risks.

He glanced slightly and saw the petite figure beside him making a vague sweet voice, and Chen An's mask was pressed against the mask, saying something, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised...

The range is a bit excessive.

Something's wrong!

He suddenly became a little nervous.

At this moment, the old man on the stage stared over.

"Sir, you purchased an auction item before. As a bonus, I can give you a free baptism."

The old man took steps and walked slowly towards Alan Moretti.

As the old man's footsteps moved, Alan Morais seemed to feel a pull from the depths of his soul.

It seems that a thought has appeared in my heart, allowing myself to accept it, and eager to see the truth!

At this moment, Chen An finally relied on the indifference and coldness given by the "clown mask" to get rid of the astringency and heat caused by the sweet aroma!

Chen An pushed away his soft and delicate body in an instant. He grabbed Allen's back collar and touched his pocket with his left hand. Two white, crumpled paper balls immediately flew towards the woman and the old man!

boom!

boom!

The woman staggered in panic, and then she saw a slight explosion in front of her eyes. After a burst of thin smoke, a white dove rushed towards her!

The mask on her face was knocked off. In panic, she hurriedly covered her face and ran back. Between her fingers, she could slightly see a pair of blond hair and blue eyes, as well as a sweet and charming face.

On the other side, the paper ball thrown towards the old man produced a weak explosion when the old man's fist collided.

The same thin smoke dispersed, but this time it turned into a ghostly face with nothingness. The ghostly face bit into the old man's black gloves, but only left a shallow mark.

The next moment, the grimace and the dove turned into confetti and scattered in the air.

When Chen An saw this scene, he couldn't help but inhale slightly.

The function of the "Scare Box"...is really only to "scare"...

At the same time, the other men and women sitting in a circle all stood up.

"Don't believe in the Lord who hangs upside down! The Lord who hangs upside down is the evil god!"

Chen An suddenly said loudly.

Now we can only unite other players. Damn it, how can we make them believe that this old man wants to kill them!

Chen An's voice echoed in the basement, and only Allen looked surprised.

For others, there was silence.

Chen An suddenly felt something bad.

Pretty bad.

A guess came to mind, and at the same time, the "clown mask" had some uncontrollable panic!

"Alan...run...with me!"

Chen An gently leaned into Allen's ear, and then almost shouted the last word!

The next moment, he turned around and ran towards the direction he came from!

"Catch them."

The old man's slightly angry voice came from behind.

At the same time, puffs of thin black smoke suddenly appeared from the "Hanged Lord" statue. The people around him inhaled it into their nostrils religiously, and then their muscles swelled!

They took steps at the same time and rushed towards Chen An and Allen!

Allen took a step slower, but the old man came over one step ahead. In Allen's suddenly contracted pupils... the old man's right hand squirmed quickly... and turned into a ferocious, skeletal...

, blood vessels, and long spines composed of muscles!

The long thorn had an underhook composed of ferocious white bone fragments, and it pierced Allen's chest almost without waiting for Allen to react.