Thriller Game: Guest, You Are Really Perverted

Chapter 240: The Hand of Darkness is manipulating everything

"Did this tree suppress the entire village?"

Gently pressing his hand on the big locust tree, a bone-chilling chill made him tremble.

"Good ice!"

It is obviously a tree, but it feels cooler than ice.

And he felt that with the contact of his palm, the power of the words in his blood was suppressed.

"Interesting!"

Looking at the big tree that bloomed green, he withdrew his palm.

He was not going to move the tree.

Although this tree has the power to suppress ghosts.

But he didn't -- he didn't have the ability to move the tree.

Moreover, he was not sure whether moving the tree would upset the balance of the village and awaken the sleeping horror of the village.

Turning around, he was about to find a place to rest when there was a crisp noise behind him.

Click!

A branch fell from the locust tree and landed at his feet.

At the same time, the trunk of this large locust tree suddenly cracked.

A large piece of bark fell from the trunk, revealing the white heart of the tree.

In Su Ming's hellish eye, on Bai Shu's heart, a bloody notch appeared out of thin air.

[This tree is called Soul Locust, which can suppress ghosts and gods and stabilize the world. I will plant this tree here and wait for fate. When the next cycle restarts and the haunted house arrives, the tree will give birth to new species. If a destined person gets this species, he can plant it in the secret place of the ghost to suppress it, and he can continuously get soul crystals to make up for himself. ———— player Ghost God Shushu stays. 】

"What's the situation?"

Looking at the line on the trunk, he glared in amazement.

This line of text contains a little information.

He couldn't accept it for a while.

"Suck up: Phew!"

Rubbing his eyebrows, he picked up the branches on the ground.

A black seed shines on this branch.

【You get the Soul Planting Tree】

[Note: A special plant that is extremely rare even in the dark world, has the ability to absorb the negative emotions of ghosts and maintain growth. 】

Plants of the dark world? What is the origin of this ghost scholar?"

Su Ming plucked the seed from the branch, put it in his pocket, and looked thoughtfully at the blood writing on the trunk.

"The other party prophesied that the world will restart? Left this tree in this village? Is this ghost scholar also a player? And it's the player from the last world reboot?"

"So, where has he gone now?"

Self-proclaimed Xiucai, at least the last ancients.

But if it's a player.

There is a good chance that he is still alive.

Even the opposing party's suppressed copy soul tree can be used as a means of breeding farms.

Su Ming doesn't think the other side will win very little Shouyuan.

Such a long-lived existence has no traces of existence in reality.

Where exactly did he go?

Deep doubt rose in Su Ming's heart.

He felt that as he learned more and more about endless horrors, he became more and more ignorant.

There are too many secrets in this game.

The more you explore, the more you feel scared.

The night fades and the light comes again.

However, the gloomy chill of Mad Ghost Real Estate has not diminished since dawn, but has become stronger.

There was a lot of fog.

A thick fog appeared out of thin air, obscuring it and making everything appear hazy.

There seems to be something in the fog.

Floats on people's bodies.

Cold heart.

Bang, bang

There was a faint clanging sound, and groups of people walked in the garden.

These people have stiff limbs and neat movements.

Under the guidance of a few boasting "people" in front, we kept approaching Mad Ghost Real Estate.

Bang ∼ Bang ~!

The sound of the nail became clearer and clearer, and the cold in the air became thicker and stronger.

At this time, the true colors of these people also appeared.

This is a group of paper people.

Wearing various styles of paper clothes and drawing various expressions, he stopped at the entrance of the Mad Ghost Real Estate Company step by step.

Right there.

It is a huge locust tree from Mad Ghost Real Estate.

At this time, the locust tree did not know if it trembled because of the approaching of the paper man.

Bang, bang

The mourning music suddenly sounded loudly, and the paper people who stopped seemed to get some signal and stepped forward one after another.

Stop!

With a soft sound, the trunk of the locust tree cracked a crack.

A blood-red liquid flowed out of it.

The appearance of blood made these paper men take a step back, as if there was some invisible force that made it difficult for them to move forward.

But as the sound of the nag gets louder, this invisible force is weakening.

Just as the trembling paper man raised his foot and prepared to step forward again.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps in the Mad Ghost Real Estate Company, and a figure slowly walked out.

0 begging for flowers...

"It's time."

A calm voice came, and the pale-faced Su Ming walked out carrying a bag full of banknotes.

He looked at the paper man standing at the entrance of the village, waved his hand, and looked careless.

"It's still too early to visit the grave. Let's go. ”

Su Ming's appearance made these paper men turn their heads to him.

He looked at Su Ming and was silent.

Su Ming looked at these paper people and her heart pounded.

He didn't expect that in addition to the people of the Mad Ghost Real Estate Company, there were also paper people from other places who participated in the task of going to the grave.

What's more, the strength of these paper people is obviously much stronger than the paper people of Lan Ghost Real Estate Company.

Just now, if he hadn't known this through Future Vision and rushed out, he might have been killed by this group of paper people.

0.........0

Fortunately, he was clever and bought a copy of ashes in the trading mall in time to apply to himself, covering his human breath and avoiding this danger.

Shh

At this moment, the sound of the nail suddenly turned, and these stopped paper people turned around and moved again.

Phew"

Slightly relieved, Su Ming took out a handful of ashes from his pocket, slapped it on his face, and put on his own makeup.

The ashes need to cover the face to be effective.

However, this thing is not very reliable, and it will fall off when it is shaken. You should always pay attention to your makeup so that you can block out people's qi.

Su Ming stood at the back of the paper man line, listening to the performance of the underworld, frowning slightly.

He found that this sound was very erosive.

Listening to this voice, his skin tightened slightly.

It felt as if his skin was pasted.

"This may be the origin of the paper man.

With such a feeling, Su Ming's eyes narrowed slightly.

He suspected that behind the scenes of this copy, there should also be a dark hand of the deep dark world manipulating everything.

This cry is the ghost he created.

Backed by the power of blood, this strange cry didn't do anything to Su Ming in the end.

Su Ming, who has been touching up makeup along the way, followed a team of paper people to their final destination.

Back mountain.

Back Mountain is Little Mantou Mountain.

Dark and bare.

Very humble.

But on such an inconspicuous hill, there are many graves without tombstones.