Rules-based ghost talk game

Chen An and Ding Ping walked across the wooden bridge in the inner city and arrived at the dirty outer city.

Every time I come to the outer city, I feel that it is incompatible with the inner city... Chen An complained in his heart, and then he keenly discovered that there seemed to be fewer people in the outer city.

No, I can’t say it’s reduced, maybe it’s all hidden, huh.

Chen An glanced slightly behind the worn wooden boards and plastic sheeting, and there was a man in ragged clothes trembling.

He and Ding Ping headed towards the mission location and glanced at the man as they passed by.

This man's face was pale and his mental state was very poor.

"It's a nightmare." Chen An said softly: "Perhaps the impact of nightmares is greater than we imagined."

Ding Ping nodded, looking at the man with a somewhat complicated look.

"Most people in the inner city are mutants and can rely on spiritual beings to maintain their consciousness. The nightmare may be just an episode for us, but for the people in the outer city, it is a real nightmare."

Listening to Ding Ping's words, Chen An nodded empathetically.

Soon, the two walked through the "sparsely populated area" in the southern part of the outer city and close to the inner city, and arrived at the street in South 58th District where John's Tavern is located.

"Be careful." Chen An pulled Ding Ping's sleeve, and Ding Ping directly held Chen An's wrist with her backhand, always ready to pull him into becoming an "idiot".

Some shallow oil paint appeared on Chen An's face, with red, yellow, and white inks constantly rising and falling under the skin.

His right hand quietly reached into the inner pocket of his coat and held the "Sealed No. 4-131 'Emotional Pocket'".

Put your other hand in your trouser pocket, where there is a prepared "scare box".

After approaching the tavern, Chen An felt the spirituality in his mind kept rising and falling, as if he was warning himself of danger.

And just when he was concentrating on it and quietly moving along the old iron sheet.

One step down.

bass!!!

Along with the sound of metal cutting, a sharp knife suddenly appeared in Chen An's eyes!

The sharp knife was cold and held in the hand of a man wearing a black pocket. But what frightened Chen An the most was that he had no idea when the man appeared!

It's like teleporting to your side!

Ding Ping suddenly realized that she was behind Chen An and had been holding Chen An's wrist. At this moment, she slightly pulled to help Chen An avoid the fatal blow.

Chen An suddenly turned sideways, and used the "body control" brought by "Clown" to tilt his body to a strange angle. His legs did not move, and he lay back. In his right hand, "Sealed No 4-131 'Emotional Pocket'"

"Suddenly he aimed at the man in black robe.

Driven by spirituality, a magic flying knife flew towards the man!

The magic flying knife also has certain "teleportation" characteristics, and it appears in front of the man's face in an instant!

"Successful!" Chen An looked at the flying knife, and the flying knife pierced the man's face in his own eyes!

It was a middle-aged face with stubble and cloudy and cold eyes!

But at this moment, the man's figure suddenly disappeared.

There are no signs.

Immediately afterwards, a man's figure appeared from the side. He covered his face, and the flying knife only penetrated halfway. Even so, the severe pain made him tremble all over!

At the same time, Chen An suddenly felt a sluggishness in his mind, and his thoughts seemed to have stagnated.

In the end, when he was still able to think, Chen An was relieved. It was Ding Ping who pulled him into the "idiot" state. This kind of slow thinking and difficulty in thinking really made him feel at ease that he was all too familiar with.

Feeling the dullness in his mind, Chen An's eyes were dull. He was quietly dragged by Ding Ping and moved towards the back.

However, the faint thought and consciousness in Chen An's mind made him feel something was wrong at this moment.

"I...how...feel...this...is...not...late...is...unable...to...think...

."

It's like a ball of paste in my mind. Originally it was just viscous, but now it's almost solidified!

This is not the usual "idiot" state, it's more like being too "idiotic"!

Suddenly, the frozen and unthinkable thoughts disappeared, and Chen An suddenly looked in front of him. At this moment, he and Ding Ping were further away, leaning against an old wooden board.

Not far away, there was another thin man in black robe.

In my ears, Ding Ping's urgent voice came: "Chen An, I just put you and I into the 'idiot' state and prepared to evacuate. That person suddenly came out. I don't know what he did, but the idiot state was almost solidified by him.

, if I lift it later, you and I will really lose the ability to think!"

Chen An was shocked when he heard this.

At the same time, the third man in black robe appeared.

It was a woman with long, rough flaxen hair. The woman suddenly appeared, just like the first "teleport" of the man in black robe!

It all sounds long, but in fact, less than ten seconds have passed since Chen An was assassinated by the first black-robed man!

At this moment, Chen An only had time to throw out three crumpled cardboard boxes from his pocket!

"You are guilty and deserve to be judged."

The woman vomited out in a cold voice, and the moment Chen An heard this, the scare box suddenly exploded in front of the woman!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As three weak explosions sounded, thin white smoke dispersed... A dove, a ball of red garland, and pieces of fingernails suddenly appeared!

The fingernails were connected by red lace flowers in the air, and were suddenly hung on the pigeon's neck. With the flapping wings, they hit the woman with long flaxen hair!

As for Chen An, his pupils were a little dazed.

Deep in my heart, many old things keep popping up!

Under the "judgement of sins" by the "judge", the sins committed in the west will be recalled in the hearts of those being judged.

Everyone makes mistakes, and anything that makes one feel guilty will become a weapon for "judgment of sin"!

At this moment, Chen An's eyes were a little dim. In his eyes, a six-year-old little girl with long hair seemed to come out of his heart and come to reality.

The girl was wearing a light blue dress, with black hair hanging on her shoulders, and her face could not be seen clearly.

But there were already two lines of tears left on Chen An's face!

His eyes were red, his mouth opened and closed slightly, and his throat seemed to be choked. He wanted to say something, but he just stretched out a hand and retracted it tremblingly.

"You killed me." The girl's voice suddenly sounded with resentment and hatred!

Chen An's pupils suddenly shrank. He took a step back, squatted down, and said tremblingly: "I...I..."

"Chen An! Chen An!" Ding Ping on the side was already extremely anxious!

She looked at a man who suddenly burst into tears, and then suddenly retreated and squatted down holding his head while Chen An choked with sobs. She had no idea what was going on.

But thinking about it, it must have been the woman with long flaxen hair opposite who did something to him!

"As an 'idiot', I don't have much fighting power. There are three people on the opposite side, and their abilities are unknown. I have to retreat." The thought in Ding Ping's mind passed quickly. She grabbed the clothes around Chen An's neck and moved towards the back.

Step back step by step.

As for the woman with long flaxen hair, the pigeon with a red ring and nails inlaid on it flew directly into her face!

At this moment, the woman's cold expression fluctuated, her eyes widened slightly, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be crying or smiling.

But this abnormal emotion suddenly dissipated as the pigeon turned into confetti!

"Capture alive." She spat out two words coldly.

At this moment, the first man in black robe teleported to Ding Ping and Chen An again!

Another thin man in black robe was silently staring at everyone.

at this very moment,

A man wearing a gray thin sweater, an unshaven beard and an ordinary appearance walked out from the corner of the street.

The flaxen-colored woman felt her spirituality being touched and suddenly looked over.

He was a man with an extremely ordinary appearance and temperament. If his body were not filled with strange fluctuations, proving that he was also a mutant, she would not have noticed him at all!

Suddenly, a young girl's voice sounded in the chaotic moment.

"My sister is carrying a doll on her back,

Go to the garden and look at the flowers,

The baby cried and called her mother,

The birds on the tree laughed..."

The man didn't open his mouth, but the sound came from his body.