The sickly beauty becomes a god in the horror game

Bai Cha responded with a smile that was "shy but a little panicked as if she was caught peeking."

Oh, act with her.

When she grew up, no one noticed that she had ever acted.

If it weren't for my poor health, I would have entered the entertainment industry and won a Grand Slam.

"You know what to say, you should go up and have a look!" Brother Cai said at the side, and wanted to point someone up to explore the way.

Wang Xuming interrupted him and said: "I think the most important thing now is to discuss the rules. In view of the recent appearance at the front desk, maybe we should take a look at the two rules to see which one is true."

Brother Cai looked unhappy.

To be honest, he had never heard of Wang Xuming, and he had no memory of his appearance. People who could reach A level were generally somewhat famous.

Unless this person is really a loser and got here just by trying to survive.

Therefore, he felt very unhappy about the fact that he repeatedly spoke and snatched away his right to speak.

"Then tell me, which one is true?" Brother Cai looked at Wang Xuming with cold eyes.

Wang Xuming spread his hands.

"I'm not good at this."

"Then you're talking nonsense. If you say one more thing, believe it or not, I have plenty of ways to kill you!"

Wang Xuming smiled good-naturedly.

Brother Cai felt irritable in his heart.

To be honest, there are usually only two ways to pass the dungeon in the rules. One is to use your brain better, and the other is to push other players to try and make mistakes.

There are exactly eight people including him here, which means there is no problem in letting the remaining seven people try and make mistakes.

Brother Cai looked at everyone coldly, and suddenly pointed at the flyer at the front desk.

"Follow what is on this flyer tonight."

Everyone frowned subconsciously, especially Zhong Man, who had just faced the front desk.

"Brother Cai... We didn't know if we had violated the death rule just now. Would it be bad if we still follow the front desk's instructions at night?"

He said it very tactfully, and his face was full of prayers, but how could Brother Cai care about his life or death? What he wanted was for these people to violate the conditions of death.

Everyone else was silent.

Everyone searched all over the B&B again, but there were no new clues except for identifying the door key hanging at the front desk.

The doors to unoccupied rooms were locked from the inside and could not be opened at all, unless violent force was used to open them. The rules did not say that these doors could not be opened, but no one acted rashly for the time being.

What if the front desk is staying there?

But I don’t know if it was an illusion, but as the time gradually approached night, the feeling of dampness and coldness gradually permeated the entire B&B.

It's like a reverse tide, or like a heavy fog in the north in late winter, with the moisture in the fog bringing a bone-chilling chill.

The surroundings look quite normal. The lights in this B&B are all warm yellow, but they don't make people feel warm.

Xiao Xiao and Bai Cha returned to the room.

Bai Cha had a tired look on his face, and he forced himself to sit on the bed.

Xiao Xiao hesitated and said: "It's probably impossible to make any progress now, why don't you take a rest?"

Although you may encounter some dangers while sleeping, after all, there are rules involved.

But Bai Cha looked like he might not survive tomorrow.

Bai Cha touched his forehead with the back of his hand.

It's still 38 degrees.

My body feels very cold now and my head hurts. I can't sleep in this state.

"I'll wash another towel."

Xiao Xiao did not stop him.

I'm afraid the real danger won't begin until night, and there are no clues to be found now.

Let the white tea cool down the fever quickly now.

Bai Cha walked into the bathroom, and the door slowly closed with a creak.

She paused and glanced at the door thoughtfully. It was pitch black outside the bathroom door that was about to close. It was completely different from the bright lights when they came in.

The lights in the bathroom were also dim, and seemed to have become dimmer now, as if the voltage had become very low.

My face in the mirror was sallow and haggard, and I looked much worse than at first.

Bai Cha got closer and touched his face.

Maybe it's not an illusion, the self in the mirror seems to be a little slower than my own movements.

She suddenly showed a meaningful smile, and her eyes flashed with strange excitement.

The self in the mirror who also smiled was stiff for a moment.

Bai Cha chuckled and turned on the faucet.

Bright red blood exuding a strong smell of blood flowed out instantly.

Bai Cha was a little nauseated by the smell and frowned.

And the self in the mirror still maintains that meaningful smile.

She saw it.

That self's smile was even bigger, and the corners of his mouth even split.

White tea: "..."

Bai Cha: "Ugh..."

She started to vomit wildly into the wash basin. Because she lowered her head to vomit, the strong smell of blood made her stomach churn even more, and acidic water poured out one after another.

The water in the faucet suddenly stopped for a moment, as if he was hesitating whether to continue to pour water, and started to vomit water one after another.

Bai Cha started to cough violently again.

She raised her eyes and looked at the eerie image of herself in the mirror, which had become expressionless.