The reincarnator has just retired and is entering the horror game again?

After all, if even the boss in the dungeon dies, then normally there is no need for this dungeon to continue running.

And at this moment.

Li Yinchuan was deep in thought.

The strange head held in his hand finally took action.

Regarding Li Yinchuan's behavior, his white pupils seemed to show a little anger.

The faint ghost energy surged in again, and the wet hair spread out from between the fingers of Li Yinchuan's hand holding its head, preparing to wrap Li Yinchuan's whole body with his hair.

[: It’s really over now. It’s too weird for newborn calves not to be afraid of tigers. Even experienced players don’t dare to come into close contact so easily. 】

[: I once watched another new player’s Gujing dungeon live broadcast, and that player was also entangled to death by the hair of this weird Gujing head. It's not like suffocation. Those strands of hair ripped off the player's head. It's scary to think about it now. 】

[: Damn, don’t scare me, tear your head off? Is it really that cruel? Don't watch if you are under 18 years old. 】

But at the next moment, a scene suddenly appeared in the live broadcast screen that made all the live broadcast viewers unbelievable.

Looking at the wet black hair wrapped around his arm, Li Yinchuan frowned.

"Did you move? Be quiet!"

The other hand raised up and grabbed the face of this strange head.

The palm that was originally holding Tianling Gai loosened his grip, and then he grasped the hair that came out from between his fingers.

As if he was dissatisfied that his grip was not tight enough, Li Yinchuan also twisted the hair several times in the direction of the tiger's mouth of his palm.

Immediately, it was torn apart violently.

"Stab it."

The hair on this weird head and the scalp that had been soaked white were all pulled out by Li Yinchuan.

Under the scalp, the pale Tianling Gai was revealed in the live broadcast screen.

【: Damn it. . . 】

【: Damn it? ? ? 】

【: Damn it! ! ! 】

[: What’s going on with this big brother, why he’s so fierce? Are you going to lift this ancient well's weird heavenly spirit cover? 】

The viewers in the live broadcast room were a little dumbfounded at this moment, staring blankly at the brutal scene in front of them.

It was Gu Jing who was supposed to be the one who pulled off Li Yinchuan's head, but now Li Yinchuan wanted to lift his skull.

But it was obvious that Li Yinchuan was not as cruel as the audience's barrage suggested.

The palm holding the strange head tightened a little tighter.

The sound of crunching and overwhelmed bones gradually sounded.

He threw the wet hair and scalp on the ground beside his feet.

Li Yinchuan punched directly at the Tianling Gai with this weird head.

A violent explosion sounded in this silent old house.

In an instant, the Tianling Cap of the strange head was dented by the blast.

Immediately afterwards, with a "bang" sound, the strange head exploded instantly and became torn into pieces.

The ghostly aura that originally gathered around Li Yinchuan also disappeared.

【.】

The barrage in the live broadcast room was quiet for a moment.

The next moment, it erupted like a volcano.

[: I've made a mistake, am I right? Punch the boss in the Gujing dungeon, and the weird head is shattered? Are you telling me this is a newbie live broadcast room? 】

[: There aren’t many veteran players who are so powerful. I have seen old players enter this dungeon before, and they survived the whole night by evading. 】

[: Mom asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast of the thriller game. 】

But at this moment, Li Yinchuan, who had solved the strange head, stood quietly and motionless.

"Huh? Isn't there a reminder that the instance is over? Or do you have to follow the mission and survive in this old house for one night?"

But now that the boss is gone, isn’t it easy for anyone to survive the whole night?

Li Yinchuan waited again, but the prompt from the thriller game mission that the task was completed ahead of schedule did not appear.

Li Yinchuan finally accepted that he needed to survive in this old house for one night to complete the task.

I couldn't help but stretch.

At this moment, Li Yinchuan finally had the leisure to observe the old house.

Except for the closed door of the old house.

The other three sides are filled with many dilapidated houses.

Not even the starlight could penetrate the house, and the darkness seemed a bit blurry.

I looked at the place where I teleported earlier. There was a flashlight and some basic travel equipment piled on the ground.

It is also consistent with his identity as a travel companion who mistakenly entered the old house in this copy.

However, Li Yinchuan had no intention of getting the flashlight to illuminate himself.

The dark night had no effect on Li Yinchuan.

From the moment the sky darkened to the moment when Gu Jing appeared mysteriously and was instantly killed by Li Yinchuan, at most three to five minutes had passed.

The night was long and it was still early.

Having nothing to do, Li Yinchuan simply planned to take a look inside these houses.

The audience in the live broadcast room saw this scene.

Originally, I wanted to say that Li Yinchuan's behavior was a bit suicidal.

The weirdness in this old house is not just the weird head in the well.

But after thinking about it, I still didn’t send the barrage in the end.

After all, everyone saw it with their own eyes.

Li Yinchuan punched the Gujing boss to pieces.

The remaining weird things in the old house are not as powerful as the weird head. At most, they just add a little trouble to the players when they are looking for props to fight against the weird head.

And just as the audience in the live broadcast room thought.

The remaining weird things in the old house did not cause any trouble to Li Yinchuan.

Those weird things just wanted to appear and attack Li Yinchuan in the darkness.

As a result, before taking action, Li Yinchuan grabbed him and easily punched him into nothingness.

It's only about an hour.

Li Yinchuan returned to the edge of the open-air ancient well in his old house.

And at this moment, Li Yinchuan was still holding something in his hand.

They are respectively a Bagua mirror.

A mahogany sword and several yellow paper talismans painted with special patterns.

At the same time, Li Yinchuan could also feel that there seemed to be some weak special energy on these things.

It seemed like he had thought of something.

Li Yinchuan, who was standing by the ancient well, suddenly squatted down.

His eyes narrowed slightly and he looked around the edge of the ancient well.

Sure enough, not long after, Li Yinchuan saw some vague carving marks on the edge of the ancient well.

Although the traces of the carvings were blurry, Li Yinchuan could barely tell that the lines carved on them seemed to be somewhat similar to those on the yellow paper talisman he held in his hand.