Starting to make a ghost story game from Sadako

Something is wrong with this game! Either there's something wrong with the dream maker of this game! Anyway, something must be wrong!

Mo Lang successfully shook off You Junyu again, holding his breath and hiding in the corner. His hands and feet were cold, but his heart was beating faster and faster, as fast as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

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

Oh, it seems to have been turned off by me.

Mo Lang rubbed his brows, regretting that he had said too much. He desperately wanted to quit this wrong dream, but the bet with the dream maker was a trivial matter. If he ran naked, he might still be able to do it. Turn up the heat for yourself.

The problem is that Chen Wansheng promised himself that as long as he can defeat this game, he will help Qianqiu internally fight for live broadcast resources. Now that the involution 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 resented for this.

Mo Lang gritted his teeth at the moment, no matter how wrong it was, it was just a dream, and there were few chances in life. The precious opportunity was right in front of him, so he had to seize it no matter what.

"The monster just now was too cruel, wasn't it? If it was played by a dreamer, he should be sent to the hospital to see if there is any psychological problem."

"Hey, Brother Lang can't be wild this time."

"Don't be a coward. If you turn around and hit that monster, it will be a sliding shovel."

...

Give your grandma a little preserved egg.

Only then did Mo Lang realize that he had not turned off the barrage, but the rolling barrage brought him a rare sense of security at this moment. Since no one mentioned it, he just pretended to forget it. Anyway, the dreamer also said At will.

After combing his hair that was messy due to running, he said calmly: "Who said you can't wave? Even if the God of Death is standing in front of me, I dare to wave three times. It's just that we have to show fear to give this game enough respect."

Click click click......

The sound of an ax dragging the ground came again, and a black shadow stretched long under the moonlight and was walking slowly.

Mo Lang squatted down in an instant, his nose wings kept expanding, he held on to the corner of the wall and kept shrinking in, as if he was trying to build himself into the wall.

"6666, Brother Lang's acting skills are really good. He is vivid and vividly interprets the fear."

"I unilaterally declare that this year's Oscar belongs to Brother Lang. Who is in favor and who is against?"

Mo Lang was not in the mood to watch the barrage, and was entirely focused on the sound of the ax mopping the floor, but this was a kind of torture for him.

Like a pre-execution concerto.

Close! Getting closer! But the elongated black shadow disappeared instead!

He looked around. The doors of every room were locked. Although the surroundings were connected in all directions, the sound approaching in his ears made him unable to tell which direction it came from. He was worried that he would run into the monster's arms as soon as he ran out.

This feeling of hope within despair made him extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, the small room on the opposite side slowly opened a crack with a click, and the sad and sad singing became clearer, coming from this small room.

Mo Lang got 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 an ax dragging the floor happened to pass by the door.

Successfully escaped.

Mo Lang let out a long sigh, but he didn't forget that the singing was coming from here. Looking around, there wasn't much inside. There were just a few rectangular dark green lockers placed against the wall. Judging from the area, each The cabinet is big enough to hide one person.

It looks like the person who just sang is hiding in one of the lockers.

He was not a fool. After making sure there was no noise outside, he unlocked the door so that if something went wrong, he could just open the door and run away.

"It seems like another scare point. When we open a certain locker, a pale evil spirit will come out. It's childish. You can see that this dream is really ordinary. 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 it."

"Brother Lang, your face is pale. Is this really a show?"

The rolling barrages undoubtedly put Mo Lang on the fire, forcing him to rub his cheeks hard and forcefully laugh: "The acting is all about the effect of the show. You have been watching the live broadcast for so long, when will you see me?" Are you afraid? I will open it now for you to see."

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

After opening three cabinets in succession, no one was found. There were only clothes, textbooks and other sundries piled inside. When the fourth cabinet door was opened, a flash 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 sound of sobbing in his ears made him stop.

When he turned his head, he saw a girl wearing a bright red dress with long shawl hair. She looked soft and frail. Although her skin looked pale and sickly, she was undoubtedly a living person.

Because the girl's big black and white eyes were filled with tears, and her delicate body was shivering in a corner because of fear, "Don't come over."

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

Yan Qin did not answer, as if he was greatly frightened, holding his head and not daring to look around.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Seeing this, Mo Lang couldn't help but relax his vigilance, and said in a slower tone: "Why are you here?"

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be one of the important tasks.

And looking at her lively appearance, it is most likely played by a dream master. After all, there are three NPCs and two dream masters, and it is not difficult to guess blindly with closed eyes.

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

"Where is the basement? Why is your friend in there?" Mo Lang did not forget that his mission was to find out the reason for You Junyu's sudden change in personality, and the basement is crucial.

"I don't know. My friend is locked in there and can't get out." Yan Qin seemed to have confirmed her safety and was not as scared as she was at the beginning. She walked out holding the cabinet, "The basement will appear randomly in a room, and only Li Xue knows which room it is."

Mo Lang finally saw Yan Qin's full appearance, his eyes widened, and pointed at her shoulder and said, "What's wrong with your shoulder?"

Yan Qin turned sideways and fully exposed her shoulder, "This was printed when I was sent to the hospital. The people in that hospital were all demons, but no one believed me."

Her left shoulder and a quarter of her back were printed with a brand, which looked very strange, like a puzzle, or a map, and there was a number 5.