Rules-based ghost talk game

"You'd better be honest." Chen An said coldly, then stretched out his left hand to support the bar table, and leaped into the bar.

He remembered that the big man named John seemed to have been here just now.

Deep in his heart, violence and madness continued to erode Chen An's "humanity". Chen An felt that the world in front of him was gradually dyed with a light red color, and the anger in his heart gradually disappeared, replaced by coldness and murderous intent.

Yin Qiaoxian's delicate body trembled slightly. She saw Chen An remove the terrifying "bone and flesh knife" and then passed by her. After a while, she slowly came back to her senses.

She sniffed, touched her throat, and then saw a bright red color on her fingertips.

She shivered and started looking for bandages. She remembered that there should be a box in the bar with first aid equipment.

Crack!

John, who was leaning against the door, heard the movement gradually disappearing in the room behind him, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the wooden door on the right... was pierced by something.

His sight shifted slightly.

It was a weird and ferocious blade covered with white bone blades, cyan blood vessels and red muscle fibers!

John stumbled forward with strong strides, and the next moment, the wooden door behind him was kicked open by Chen An.

"How is your intelligence network in the outer city?"

Chen An dragged the ferocious bone and flesh knife, and slowly looked at John with a gloomy face.

His other hand slightly covered his slightly distorted face, and his voice was low and hoarse.

John fell to the ground, holding his head and shaking all over.

"My lord, my lord, we have it, I can use it, you say it, you say it!"

John's voice was urgent and pleading.

"I'm looking for a woman. I'll find her right away. Her name is Ding Ping. She should have arrived in Ruandu earlier than me. The time difference is no more than one day."

Chen An dragged the bone and meat knife, and the blade rubbed against the ground, making an unpleasant sound. He slowly walked towards John, squatted down, bared his teeth, and stared at the big man with cold eyes that were inhumane.

"You'd better hurry up. I don't know how long I can endure it." Chen An said these words softly.

When John heard this, he raised his head tremblingly, quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

"Monkey, compile the list of all new players who entered the city five days ago and send it to me within five minutes!"

John yelled at the other end of the phone.

Then, he heard the sound of hurried rummaging on the phone, swallowed, looked at Chen An with a forced smile on his bearded face.

"Sir, it will be fine soon. It will be fine soon."

Chen An nodded, took two steps back, and sat down on the long wooden bench beside him.

The bone and meat knife in his right hand slowly squirmed and transformed back into a normal arm, but at this moment, the arm was covered with red bloodstains.

That is the micro-cell rupture caused by the forcible extrusion of muscle fibers and cells during the mutation process.

Chen An rested his elbows on his knees, clasped his hands together and placed them under his chin. He stared at John with cold eyes, which made John feel cold all over.

Only then did Chen An notice the scene in the outer city.

Except for this bar, which is slightly stylish, the other houses around it are shabby, made of gray rags, oil stains that have not been wiped off for a long time, dirty wood, some iron sheets, and sundries.

It totally looks like a slum.

There is not much noise around, the sporadic sounds of walking and the collision of debris are far away, so it is very quiet here.

The aisles on both sides are covered with dry brown-yellow gravel, with chewing gum, wrapping paper, discarded cans, and shriveled food residue scattered here and there.

However, in Chen An's eyes, everything in front of him was stained with a layer of gradually deepening red, as if the world in front of him was stained with blood.

"ha..."

Chen An let out a breath and said to John: "How did you know my name and the reward in the first place?"

John looked at the terrifying man in front of him. He was slumped on the ground, not daring to move and breathing very softly.

"Sir, Sister Hua, Sister Hua is the cousin of a big shot in the inner city. The big shot will tell Sister Hua about these new players from the outer city..."

John said with trembling teeth and trembling body.

"If you tell me this, does it count as betraying your sister Hua?" The corners of Chen An's mouth were slightly raised, and his voice was cold and mocking.

When John heard this, he shook his head violently, gritted his teeth and said:

"There are many players who know about Sister Hua. People in the inner city don't care about it, and neither do the people in the city lord's palace. This is the default, it is... the inner city's default towards the outer city."

A delicate balance.

Chen An was thoughtful.

Although I still don’t know what the concept of the inner city and the city lord’s mansion is, but thinking about it... this is probably a kind of balance. The people in the outer city seem to have given up something and gained the "happiness" of not having to enter the third game again. Instead,

Yes, it is the low status and poverty.

However, they cannot obtain story points through the "story world", so they can only rely on squeezing new people who have passed the first game to obtain the story points they need to survive.

At the same time, perhaps for the people in the City Lord's Mansion, what the people from the outer city do to the newcomers is also a test for the newcomers, which will make them even crazier in their hope of passing the second game, in order to survive, and for

revenge.

"Those newcomers who passed the second game, won't they seek revenge from you?"

Chen An took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his black shoulder bag, took out one, and fumbled for a lighter. With a "pop" sound, he blew out a puff of smoke and muttered in his mouth.

John shook his head, and a look of ridicule unexpectedly appeared on his face that was a little pale due to fear.

"You haven't looked at your phone yet. After passing the second game, players will get system prompts... In the third game, there will be no mandatory entry requirements.

If you want, you can never play the third game.

Moreover, the difficulty of the third game will be more terrifying than the first two, and the death rate will be higher. According to our statistics, among ten people who participate in the third game, an average of three people will survive."

When Chen An heard this, his cold eyes flashed slightly.

Is that so?

For most people who have become players inexplicably, their greatest desire is to survive.

Seventy percent mortality rate...

If there was no need to risk their lives, how many people would be willing to risk their lives in that terrifying story world?

"They joined you later?"

Chen An took a puff of cigarette, and as the choking mist was inhaled into his lungs, Chen An coughed slightly twice.

John nodded:

"Mostly, in order to join us, they will not ask for the story points and rewards that were taken away by us before. Instead, they will regard it as a certificate of nomination, and we also need fresh blood."

Chen An shook his head and quickly finished smoking a cigarette. The cigarette butt fell to the ground and was stamped out by him with his Martin boots.

"Vicious cycle."

At this moment, he heard a burst of rapid footsteps, which was the sound of "daladala" coming from the tractor running on the ground.