Starting to make a ghost story game from Sadako

This two-story building, which is a combination of a theatre troupe and a school, is in the shape of a 7. The staircase leading to the second floor is at the corner in the middle. There is no playground or entertainment facilities inside. There are only two tables made of large stone slabs, broken gongs and drums, and textbooks and test papers that were forgotten intentionally or accidentally piled up in the corner.

The three girls walked in and could vaguely hear Mo Hu's laughter and singing, but once they focused their attention and tried to hear the meaning of the words, Mo Hu's voice disappeared completely, as if what they just heard was just an illusion.

The walls were covered with graffiti by naughty children. Perhaps because there was a troupe upstairs, the graffiti were all related to opera, with different facial makeups of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, characters dressed in gorgeous red, blue, yellow, and green, and eighteen kinds of weapons of strange styles...

'Although the painting skills were not very good, and the pictures were crooked, all the pictures were full of a childish interest, just like when I was a child, I always liked to add a few more strokes and a smiley face when I painted the sun.

Here you can also vaguely see the laughter and joy of the school in the past, but unfortunately there is only a mottled wall left now.

Hua Jun directly took out the Moonlight Great Sword. The great sword without the moonlight looked like an ordinary silver-white two-handed sword. She took the initiative to walk in front and said, "Just follow me."

Although she was just a slender girl from the back, the way she walked in front with a two-handed sword on her shoulder made people feel particularly safe.

Bai Zhai Fei Niao's eyes sparkled, and he muttered, "So handsome."

"Don't be distracted. Although there are few face-killings in Qin Laozei's game, there are many more ways to take people's lives than in other horror games." Mo Wei reminded, and at the same time, he couldn't help but glance at Hua Jun, and couldn't help but feel a little envious.

She is good-looking, sunny, and because she loves sports, her figure is also curvy. Although she joined the Qin Association after "Gods", she is also loved by many animals.

But she is not bad either,

It's a pity that she doesn't have a figure like hers. Mo Wei thought of this and looked down, and then she suddenly remembered that she was in a copy now. Her figure and appearance have changed a lot. She couldn't help but straighten her chest so that she couldn't see her toes. This was a scene she had never seen before.

Although it was only false and temporary, it was enough to give her confidence.

"These paintings seem to be starting to look a little bit wrong." Hua Jun, who was walking in the front, suddenly turned around and saw two ambiguous gazes behind her. She instinctively got goose bumps and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm older than you now." Mo Wei blurted out instinctively, and then realized that something was wrong. He shook his head suddenly to get rid of the messy thoughts and asked, "What did you just say?"

"Look at the wall."

The two of them found that the originally slightly yellow wall began to be covered with a black background, and the crooked paintings became more and more distorted as they walked to the stairs leading upstairs.

Looking up at the second floor, the wall was completely blackened by large patches of ink. The characters who originally had smiling eyebrows now became hideous and terrifying, with distorted faces, mouths sewn up with gold thread, and thin white lines pulling their limbs.

The facial makeup looked similar to the villagers seen outside, with nails stuck in the holes, and the teeth turned into sharp knives, surrounding a blue painted figure with sharp knives stuck in his body, tearing its flesh and blood.

If the style of the painting at the entrance was a child's cartoon, then the style of the painting now was a weird version of "The Scream". The rapid change of style was completely unexpected.

Winter! A drum sounded suddenly behind him, scaring the three people who were focusing on the wall and screaming out. They all turned back, and even Hua Jun was unavoidable. Although she had the courage to face all kinds of monsters, it was in a face-to-face situation. This kind of unexpected fright is often simple and effective.

The drum sound came from the pile of broken gongs and drums randomly piled up behind him. With the sound of the drum, the whole small building changed silently, and the most obvious feeling was that the temperature began to drop sharply.

The three people understood that the game had officially begun. Even though the space around them was vast, the three people still squeezed together tightly in exchange for a sense of security.

Hua Jun and Mo Wei were better off. After all, they had been through a lot of training and had seen all kinds of scenes.

But Bai Zhai Fei Niao was different. She held the waists of the two tightly and squeezed in between them. She stared at the pile of gongs and drums motionlessly, as if she could see a flower in them. However, after a long time, the gongs and drums did not change. Instead, the itching from her neck made her feel very uncomfortable. She said with a trembling voice: "Senior Mo Wei, don't make trouble in this situation."

"What are you making trouble for?" Mo Wei and Hua Jun said inexplicably.

Fei Niao then noticed that the hands of the two were placed in front of them. How could they have time to scratch their necks? Reason told her not to look back, but the human instinct for knowledge still made her look back.

But before she could see what was behind her, a pair of hands enlarged in front of her eyes, pinched her face and dragged her straight into the wall. More and more hands grabbed her and held down her struggling movements. The cry echoed throughout the two-story building.

"Damn it, I was so distracted by the drum sounds that I ignored what was behind me!" Hua Jun rushed forward and swung his sword to chop at the hands that stretched out from the wall. He was originally terrified because he didn't know what would appear, but the fear was alleviated a lot when the enemy appeared.

Although these hands were cut off like a paper lake under the Moonlight Sword, more hands continued to extend from the wall. Hua Jun was pulled towards the wall splashed with ink before he could resist.

Fei Niao had not recovered yet. His legs became weak and he fell to the ground. His mind was empty and he didn't know what to do. uuReading

Mo Wei reacted and wanted to rescue her, but it was useless. Instead, he was almost caught. He had no choice but to retreat and let the ghost hand pull Hua Jun into it.

"You go find the little girl first, leave this to me." Hua Jun shouted, and simply stopped struggling. Instead, he opened his backpack, took out the amulet he bought in the coffee shop, and crushed it. A layer of faint golden light lingered on his body, making all the ghost hands retreat.

She then realized that she was pulled into a dark space. The opera characters that were supposed to stay on the wall came to life and stood not far away. They were wearing paper costumes, with distorted faces and strange movements, like puppets being manipulated by strings. When they opened their mouths, they could see the fine gold threads sewn inside.

When they moved, their clothes rustled, and they walked slowly towards her with a sinister aura, without a trace of emotion.

. Lewen Novel Network