She can do whatever she wants with top-notch charm in game of death

Although Tong Mu didn't know what happened outside, he was still very honest and took a notebook to record the vision.

[On the fourth day of the game, around ten o'clock in the morning, there seemed to be a mass exodus outside the door. Someone knocked on the door and smashed it, anxious and panicked. 】

After remembering this, Tong Mu ran into the bedroom.

"Boss!"

"What do you think happened outside? What made them run away in such a hurry?"

"Could he be chased by a ghost?!"

Tong Mu was guessing here alone, and she felt a little confused.

"I don't know which floor they are on. Are they players or ghosts? Were they the only ones attacked by ghosts on their first floor? But why is nothing happening on the fourth floor?"

Hearing this, Fu Guanmo raised his eyes lightly and looked at her.

After guessing for a long time, Tong Mu couldn't guess anything.

Fu Guanmo didn't say a word, got up and went to the kitchen.

Tong Mu followed, "Do you need my help? I can wash the vegetables."

"Bang." The kitchen door slammed shut.

Tong Mu stood a little embarrassed outside.

She only paused for a moment, and then happily ran back to the bedroom to turn on the air conditioner.

yeah!

Twenty degrees!

Du Jun had just cooked breakfast. He called Zhao He to get up and walked to the bedside with a bowl in hand to look at it.

It was at this time that there was a knock on the door.

Du Jun was stunned and quickly put down the bowl.

"Zhao He! Zhao He, don't sleep! Someone is knocking on the door!"

Zhao He squinted his eyes and woke up in a daze.

He yawned and got up.

"Who!"

People outside the door are still knocking.

Zhao He's voice became louder, "Who?! Who the hell is outside?!"

The man ignored their angry shouts and kept knocking on the door.

Three long and two short knocks, very fast.

In rural areas, only people announcing funerals would knock like this.

Zhao He was silent this time. He and Du Jun looked at each other and picked up their weapons.

It's okay if there are people outside, but if it's a ghost...

Players have their own ways of playing, and ghosts have their own rules.

Ghosts cannot kill people at will. They can only kill people when certain opportunities are met...

Zhao He swallowed, his voice trembling.

"We...we didn't do anything, did we?!"

Du Jun shook his head solemnly, "No, except last night."

But so many people ran out last night, and they weren't the only ones.

Moreover, as a player, isn’t it normal to avoid being chased by ghosts?

As soon as Du Jun finished speaking, he heard the footsteps of a group of people fleeing frantically outside.

Some people even ran past their door.

Despite this, the knocking on the door still did not stop, as if it was not affected by anything.

It seems... it's really a ghost.

"Du... Du Jun, what should I do?"

Du Jun clenched the stick in his hand and frowned tightly.

"Zhao He, go to the bedroom and get a quilt."

They can only give it a try.

The doors of Tongzilou were all wholesale iron doors. Du Jun saw a large palm print slowly appear on the door, becoming more and more clear until it was punched through with a buzz.

A hand with long black armor penetrated through, and the violent energy in its palm struck Du Jun hard, knocking him to the ground.

Du Jun clutched his chest and vomited out two mouthfuls of blood.

The hand stretched out from the hole, groped, stretched, and became extremely long.

Du Jun was so frightened that he kicked the ground and backed away crazily.

As he retreated further, the hand grew longer, and the sharp nails were aimed at his throat.

He covered his neck and ran into the bedroom and closed the door.

"Du Jun, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as Zhao He picked up the quilt, he saw him running in.

Seeing the blood on his face, Zhao He quickly supported him.

Du Jun clutched his painful chest and said, "We can't defend the outside anymore, we have to defend here."

They quickly closed the bedroom door.

A red figure floated in.

Once the ghosts enter the house, they are no longer bound by the rules of the game.

As long as this door is opened, everything inside is her food, and she only needs to be responsible for enjoying it.

Therefore, she opened the bedroom door easily, and a huge black shadow came towards her face.

Although Zhou Xianghong is a ghost in the game, she was also a human being during her lifetime.

Even if you become a ghost, you still need to use your eyes to see things.

Suddenly something was covering her head, and she was very angry.

Roaring crazily, he ripped open the quilt.

It was these few seconds that provided Zhao and the two with an opportunity to escape.

When she came to her senses again, the room was already empty.

The canned human flesh that hit her mouth ran away, and she couldn't be more angry at these two damn players!

She quickly chased after him, and at the same time, countless Zhou Xianghong flew out of the room at the door of countless players.

Some Zhou Xianghong's face was covered with blood and he looked satisfied.

Some of Zhou Xianghong's limbs were lame, and it looked like he had been hit hard by the attack.

As soon as they came out, they all disappeared, leaving only one.

While foraging, it can have many breakups.

But when chasing prey, it can only have one clone.

The data written to her by the game is for her to keep these people as much as possible.

As long as they die, before the next instance is opened, they will become the aborigines of this Tongzilou, an NPC, oh...maybe also a ghost.

Zhao ran all the way upstairs with them. On the way, there were many players who were escaping. Some of them ran too slowly, accidentally fell behind, and never caught up.

Fortunately, the two of them ran fast enough and reached the fourth floor in one breath.

It's the fourth floor again.

It's another scene like this, with people running down from above.

This time they tacitly ran to the fourth floor, but never went in the direction of Zhou Xianghong's room.

In the face of life and death, human intelligence will instantly increase countless times.

Man is an animal with such a strong ability to survive...

"Come this way! There's an empty room over here!"

The speaker was an enthusiastic gamer.

In fact, it was not an empty room, they just forced their way into the aboriginal house and forcibly killed the aboriginal people.

The game is originally about the jungle, and there is nothing wrong with them doing this, just to survive.

Maybe each of them is just an NPC in this game, just for the damn god's amusement.

When this one dies, God will turn his attention to the next NPC. He has countless NPCs for him to be happy with.

As NPCs themselves, they only have one life.

The game brings benefits, but it also brings endless pain.

Some people are born with good fortune and are born into wealthy families. They suffer all the hardships they have never experienced in their lives in games.

There is nothing here. Real wealth, status, reputation, nothing can be brought in! Not a penny can be brought in.

One hacker said that his technology is useless in the game.

Because these ghosts and monsters that pose a threat to players are not interfered by any electronic information at all, the techniques he has learned for decades are of no use here!