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This game is not right! Either the dream maker of this game is wrong! Anyway, something must be wrong!

Mo Lang successfully shook off You Junyu again, held his breath and hid in the corner of the wall, his hands and feet were cold, but his heart was beating faster and faster, as if it was about to pop out of his throat.

Damn, why is the heart rate so fast that the Xinghai safety system hasn't been triggered yet?

Oh, it seems that I turned it off.

Mo Lang rubbed his eyebrows and regretted that he had said too much. Now he desperately wants to quit this wrong dream, but

Gambling with that dream maker is a trivial matter. If you run naked, you will run naked. If your face is worthless, you might even increase your popularity.

The problem is that Chen Wansheng promised himself that as long as he can break the game, he will help fight for live broadcast resources within Qianqiu. Now that the introversion is so serious, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

And wouldn't quitting now have the opposite effect? Maybe Chen Wansheng will be hated for it.

Mo Lang's heart clenched his teeth, no matter what was wrong, it was just a dream, and it was rare to fight back in life. The precious opportunity is right in front of you, no matter what, you must seize it.

"The monster just now was too ruthless, right? If it is played by the dreamer, you should be sent to the hospital to see if there is any psychological problem."

"Yo, Brother Lang can't get up this time."

"Don't be a coward, turning back to that monster is a slippery shovel."

......

Slip your grandma's little preserved egg.

It was only then that Mo Lang realized that he had not turned off the barrage, but the scrolling barrage brought him a rare sense of security at this moment. Since no one mentioned it, he pretended to forget it. Anyway, the dream maker also said at will.

After combing his hair that was messed up from running, he calmly said, "Who said you can't get up? Even if the **** of death is standing in front of me, I would dare to get up three waves. It's just that we have to show fear to give this game enough respect."

Kaka Kaka...  

The sound of the axe being dragged on the ground came again, and a dark shadow dragged the old man under the moonlight and was walking slowly.

Mo Lang squatted in an instant, his nose kept expanding, he held the corner of the wall and kept shrinking inward, as if he wanted to build himself into the wall.

"6666, Brother Lang's acting skills are really good, vivid and vivid, and the sense of fear is vividly portrayed."

"I unilaterally announced that this year's Oscars belong to Brother Lang. Who is for and who is against?"

Mo Lang wasn't in the mood to watch the barrage, and concentrated on the sound of the axe mopping the floor, but it was torture for him.

Like the concerto before execution.

It's near! Getting closer! But the elongated black shadow disappeared instead!

He looked around, the doors of each room were locked, and although the surroundings were in all directions, the approaching voice in his ears made him unable to tell which direction it was coming from, and he was worried that if he ran out, he would run into the arms of the monster.

The feeling of hope in this despair made him extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, the small room on the opposite side creaked and slowly opened a crack, and the sad and mournful singing became clearer. It came from this small room.

Mo Lang went in without hesitation. No matter what, it would not be worse than facing the monster. As soon as he entered, he locked the door, the singing stopped, and the sound of the axe dragging the floor happened to pass in front of the door.

successfully escaped.

Mo Lang let out a long breath, but he didn't forget that the singing came from here. Looking around, there wasn't much inside, but there were a few rectangular dark green lockers against the wall. The cabinets are enough to hide one person.

It seems that the person who just sang was hiding in one of the lockers.

He wasn't a fool either. After making sure there was no noise outside, he unlocked the door, so that he could open the door and run away when something went wrong.

"It seems to be another fright point. When we open a locker, a pale-faced evil spirit will appear. Pediatrics, everyone sees that this dream is really nothing extraordinary, and the disclaimer is just a gimmick. "

"Then open the cabinet door and take a look!"

"Really? I don't believe it, unless you let me see."

"Brother Lang, your face is pale, is it really from the show?"

The rolling barrage undoubtedly put Mo Lang on the fire, forcing him to rub his cheeks and force a smile: "It's all about the effect of the show, you watch the live broadcast for so long, when will you see me? Scared? I'll open it now for you to see."

Although he spoke very calmly, his footsteps never moved, he just leaned his body and stretched his hand as far as possible to open the cabinet door.

When I opened three of them in succession, I didn't find any figures. There were only sundries like clothes and textbooks piled up inside. When I opened the fourth cabinet door, a touch of red came into view.

Mo Lang immediately bounced back like a spring. Just as he was about to open the door and run out, the sobbing in his ear made him stop.

Turning her head, she saw a girl in a bright red dress with shawl and long hair. She looked weak and weak. Although her skin looked pale and sickly, she was undoubtedly a living person.

Because the girl's **** and white eyes are shedding tears~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The delicate body is trembling and shrinking into the corner because of fear, "Don't come here."

"Yan Qin?" Mo Lang recalled the information he saw in the roster, and hesitantly called out his name.

Yan Qin didn't answer, as if she was greatly frightened, she held her head and didn't dare to look around.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Seeing this appearance, Mo Lang could not help but let down his guard and said in a slow tone, "Why are you here?"

If nothing else, this should be one of the important task processes.

Moreover, looking at her agile appearance, nine times out of ten, she is played by the dreamer. After all, there are three NPCs and two dreamers, and it is not difficult to be blinded with closed eyes.

Yan Qin opened her tearful eyes, confirmed it, and said with a weeping voice, "I want to go to the basement to find my friend, but Teacher You has become so scary."

"Where is the basement? Why are your friends in it?" Mo Lang didn't forget that his mission was to find out the reason for You Junyu's sudden change in personality, and the basement was crucial.

"I don't know, my friend is locked inside and can't get out." Yan Qin seemed to have confirmed his safety, and was not so frightened at first. Only then did Li Xue know which room it was in."

Only then did Mo Lang see Yan Qin's whole face clearly, his eyes widened involuntarily, he pointed at her shoulder and said, "What's wrong with your shoulder?"

Yan Qin turned to his side and fully exposed his shoulders, "This is what was printed when I was sent to the hospital. The people in that hospital were all demons, but no one believed me."

A brand was printed on her left shoulder and a quarter of her back. It looked strange, like a puzzle, like a map, and a number 5.