Starting to make a ghost story game from Sadako

"I don't mean to criticize him, I just feel that the volume is too loud, which will affect the contestants in other booths." Chen Wansheng explained in a leisurely manner, with a friendly smile on his face that made people feel good at first sight.

"Yes, the volume is indeed too much. Bai Lu, please turn down the volume." Lin Zhiyuan shook his head helplessly.

Standing in front of a group of big bosses, Bai Lu was so nervous that her heart was already in her chest. When she heard the instructions, she just nodded in agreement and obeyed them obediently.

And it seems that these big guys have no intention of leaving, and have been watching the live broadcast of the game, and other judges saw so many acquaintances gathered here and gathered around.

At this time, a sad and distant song came from the live broadcast, and everyone who was still talking to each other locked their eyes on the live broadcast screen.

"In the blue sky and the Milky Way, there is a small white boat..."

Where did the singing come from?

Mo Lang was also brought back to his senses by this voice. He stuffed all the clues he collected into his backpack, then put on the white crystal pendant and walked out the door. The style of this dream seemed to be similar to "Sadako" , it should be the type that gradually builds up a sense of fear step by step.

That is to say, there won't be anything too impactful ahead. I should follow the plan and find the unplayed NPC first to let this dream reveal its shortcomings.

Mo Lang, who was thinking about his own thoughts, was stunned as soon as he stepped out of the classroom office. The 500-square-meter space was cut into pieces by small rooms of different sizes. It was as intricate as a maze, and there were signs of study rooms hanging on it.

The corridors in all directions were blocked by large iron doors, but the corridors continued to extend outwards, and the singing was also mixed with faint sobbing. For a moment, it was not clear whether it was the sound of wind or crying.

The shadows seemed to have figures swaying in every corner, and a feeling of being spied on emerged spontaneously.

The most terrible thing was that a figure was crouching in front of the big iron gate with his back to him, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Met an NPC? It shouldn't be scary to be exposed directly in front of your eyes, it's just an ordinary person who triggers the plot, right?

After all, there is no scary dream where the evil spirit confronts you right from the start.

Mo Lang rubbed his arms to hide the goosebumps that appeared involuntarily. He smiled at the live camera and said, "Family members, we have captured another NPC. Let's weigh it and see what kind of NPC is in this dream." How much."

After saying that, he picked up a plastic bag and walked towards the figure on tiptoes. However, as he got closer and closer, a coldness began to penetrate into his body from every pore, making him unable to bear it. Shivered.

Only then did he see the figure clearly. It was a man, wearing a shabby suit, with an ax at his feet. He vaguely seemed to be mumbling something.

Click.

He accidentally kicked away small gravel under his feet, and the stone rolled directly to the man's feet.

Mo Lang didn't care about hiding his figure anymore. He raised the plastic bag and rushed over, but he stopped abruptly halfway.

Because the man's face turned a hundred and eighty degrees, this face was not unfamiliar to him, because there was a photo of this face on You Junyu's desk, but at this time, the face was too pale to look human, and The mouth was sewn tightly with red thread.

Even though he saw that Mo Lang's face still showed no expression, his limbs were twisting in an extremely exaggerated manner. With a clicking sound, first his body turned around, then his hands, and finally his lower body.

As if the limbs were not his own, the parts leaking from the worn suit also confirmed Mo Lang's idea. Every piece of skin on that body showed different colors of black and white, and the limbs were thick and thin. They were simply several people. The limbs were pieced together.

And I'm afraid there are no less than five people.

What the hell is this? Aren't normal evil spirits just with stiff limbs and pale skin? Then he hides in the dark and suddenly appears, scares people, and then disappears?

Such an impactful scene caused Mo Lang's brain to shut down. He didn't know how to react for a moment. It wasn't until he saw You Junyu picking up the end of the ax and throwing it directly that he exclaimed and fell to the ground holding his head. .

The ax narrowly missed his scalp and was embedded in the wooden door.

He looked up at the unwiped black flesh on the ax blade, and the strong smell of blood coming from the tip of his nose. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a deep dream or reality. A cold feeling came from the crystal pendant on his chest, which was already black. It's so bad.

"Wait a moment!"

The shouting didn't make You Junyu stop. His legs of different lengths moved quickly and he staggered to catch up.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Mo Lang rolled and crawled into the maze of small rooms. Behind him, there was the sharp scraping sound of an ax dragging the floor, mixed with the sound of singing and gradually approaching.

No, is this because I am afraid of something in a dream? Go back!

Only then did Mo Lang realize what he was here for. He stopped again and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

The wind calmed down and the rain stopped. Mo Lang felt that he was able to do it again. He wiped the sweat on his head from running and said with a forced smile: "I didn't react just now. Let's see how I kill that monster next." ”

He was hiding in the shadow of the corner, holding a wooden stick he picked up from anywhere in his hand. He didn't know if he had shaken off the monster, but there was no sound of the ax dragging the floor in his ears.

It's just that my hands are sticky with sweat and it's a bit uncomfortable.

Wait? Sweat? Why do I sweat? And did I just get goose bumps? Why does my body react so realistically in a small dream?

Mo Lang looked at the sweat dripping on the ground, feeling a sense of trance. He wanted to open the barrage to confirm whether he was in reality or a dream.

Forget it, it's embarrassing.

The barrage function was successfully turned on, and the rapidly scrolling barrage made him feel relieved, "Don't get me wrong, I just want to confirm whether the barrage function is broken."

"Behind!"

"Inside the room!"

"Turn around!"

"Brother Lang is awesome! You are indifferent to this!"

Behind?

Mo Lang instinctively turned his head and just met You Junyu's eyes full of resentment. He was standing behind the window, and the axe in his hand smashed the glass window together. If Mo Lang hadn't dodged quickly, he would probably have been split in half.

This monster is not a living person, because if it is a living person in a dream, it will definitely not kill a living player without hesitation.

It is definitely not imagined, if it is imagined, there will not be such vivid emotions in its eyes.

He is a real evil spirit!

"Help!" Mo Lang immediately turned around and ran away.

You Junyu, played by Qin Ge in the dream, also walked out of the room, looked at the sweat on the ground, and said softly with a puzzled look on his face: "Strange."