Thriller Game: Guest, You Are Really Perverted

"Gladiator 14, you will start the first gladiatorial fight in 5 minutes. Please choose your equipment and prepare for gladiatorial fights.

An icy mechanical voice came from the speaker, which brought Su Ming back to his head.

He turned his head and saw that it was the speaker at the bottom of the number plate that was making a sound.

"So soon?"

As his words fell, the temperature in the stone house suddenly became a little colder.

The next second, his vision of the future jumped out of the cue.

After five minutes, you don't reach Gladiator Square, you're punished, your mission failed, and you'll be stuck in an eternal cycle of despair.

"Will you die if you don't obey the command of the voice? Sure enough, the task is not that simple. ”

Su Ming comes to the wall where cursed props are hung up.

"Then there's the choice of equipment."

Pick up the twin mask, put it on your face, and pick up the butcher knife on a rainy night.

One of the two pieces of equipment had no side effects, and the other sucked his own blood and became addicted, completely agreeing with him.

Great for duels.

There is still one last opinion left to equip.

Su Ming finally set her sights on the Golden Fleece, Original Sin.

Compared to the canvas of despair.

The Golden Fleece of Original Sin is more suitable for the next battle in 15 combinations.

At least Su Ming felt.

In the arena, his opponents were absolutely reluctant to let him speak portraits to him on a cursed canvas.

Pick up the Golden Fleece of Original Sin and buckle it on his left shoulder.

A cold and familiar sense of invasion struck.

"Shhhhh

Even with the overclocking linkage, Su Ming could still hear demon-like whispers echoing in his ears.

However, thanks to the spiritual pollution resistance brought by the dreadnought gentian grass, and the special blessing obtained after absorbing the mutter.

Su Ming has not lost his mind.

"Three pieces of equipment, that's all."

Take a deep breath and slightly adjust to the negative effects of the Golden Fleece of Original Sin.

He rubbed his temples and walked towards the door.

At present, with his state, as long as he is equipped with this shoulder pad for less than an hour, it will basically not cause much impact.

For an hour, he felt that with his own strength, he could solve his opponent.

Click!

Push open the heavy door.

A long corridor appeared in front of Su Ming's eyes.

The corridor seems to be built underground, with stone walls above and below, and the top stone wall is inlaid with a round lamp glowing pale.

On the left and right sides of the corridor, dark metal doors stand.

These doors are no different from Su Ming's room.

All the way to the end of the corridor.

On the wall of the corridor, there are dark red and black arrows pointing to the right.

The edges of these arrows bear traces of liquid flow. It seems that too much "paint" was used when writing to cause this phenomenon.

"Follow the arrow?"

Looking at the corridor that stretched to both ends, He's eyes narrowed slightly.

He found the corridor so unscientific that he couldn't see the end of the corridor at a glance.

If he chooses the wrong direction to go out, there is a high possibility that he chose the wrong exit and will delay the battle.

"From the beginning, I came to such a trap. This task is really full of malice. ”

Looking in the direction the arrow was pointing, Su Ming's vision of the future jumped out of the tip.

It took you 4 minutes and 28 seconds to leave the corridor of choice: "You started your tenth gladiatorial battle. Your opponent is Shirley, the low-grade ghost of blood.

He looked to the other side again.

It took you 3 minutes and 17 seconds to leave the corridor of choice, and you started your first gladiatorial fight. Your opponent is Bai Yuan Intermediate Ghost.

"Is the road in both directions? However, there are problems with both options. One is weak at first, and one is strong at first. If you choose a strong enemy, according to the rules of the arena, the enemy will become stronger and stronger, and the gladiatorial field will become more and more sad.

"So, I choose the strong!"

It took Su Ming just three seconds to make her choice.

He walked in the direction the arrow was pointing.

Choosing a weak one at the beginning can indeed make the job task a little easier.

But it can also weaken professionalism.

Su Ming did not forget the hint of the task. With each gladiatorial fight, he increases his professional strength.

He doesn't think that choosing a high difficulty is the same reward as choosing a low difficulty.

The hentai horror game is a hoax.

But it's fair.

How much risk you take, how much you can reap in return.

As long as you dare to risk your life to survive.

Then you can keep getting stronger.

Long corridors.

The light is cold.

Only Su Ming's footsteps echoed inside.

With hints of a vision of the future.

Su Ming already knows where his destination is.

But the silence of the corridor made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He felt that in this seemingly empty corridor, there was always something invisible hidden.

The thing stared at him with its weird eyes.

What the hell is this.

Su Ming couldn't detect it.

But if nothing else, it should not be a powerful existence.

I've been dealing with ghosts for a long time.

Su Ming has a certain understanding of the existence of these horrors.

These guys don't have good intentions in their hearts.

It is absolutely not okay to restrain your impulses and attack your own targets.

If they do make such a choice, then there is only one explanation.

They find themselves unable to provoke their targets.

Like these people hiding in the corridors.

Click!

No way to speak.

If these hidden guys don't come out, Su Ming won't bother them.

After walking for four minutes, he finally saw a different kind of light coming from the former Fang Yinyo.

Represents the light of the export.

"It's finally here."

So, Su Ming's eyes lit up and he quickened his pace.

Another 28 seconds passed.

He finally came to the exit of the corridor.

Upward sloping stairs.

Standing in front of the stairs, he could faintly hear growls and screams coming from above.

A strong smell of blood and body odor wafted in from the exit of the stairs.

"Arena 280?

Grinning, he stepped forward.

Walking up the stairs, Su Ming found a landing at the end of the stairs with a large steel fence in front.

There is a strange energy on the fence.

This energy cuts off supernatural forces, but cannot cut off smells and sounds.

He heard, in the corner square.

A sharp voice was speaking impassionedly.

Ladies! Gentlemen! Welcome to the Arena of Death!"

"Here you can enjoy extreme violence, endless cruelty, fear of happiness and splashing despair.

"Death is not the end."

"Reincarnation has just begun!"

"Let's welcome the contestants this time!"

Chinese!

The metal fence was pulled open, and a huge repulsive force struck, directly pushing He Ming out of the platform.

Bang!

As soon as I walked out of the platform, there was a heavy sound of doors closing behind me.

Su Ming looked back.

It was found that the thick fence had fallen.

There is no turning back.

"Are you afraid I'm going to run away? Hehe, a little too despising people. ”

He raised his eyebrows and turned to look around.

It's solid land.

It should be earthy yellow, I don't know if there is too much blood and it has turned purple-black.

A strong smell of blood and rancid echoed through the fields.

Although unpleasant, it can also stimulate a person's desire to fight.