Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Ziying ostensibly agreed to cooperate with Gao Maobin, read several campus ghost stories, gained a lot of confidence, and could almost piece together that the theme of this world was "Blooded Dancing Shoes".

But what she was looking for was never found...

There is only one last place left.

The accident also happened this night.

Ziying followed a few girls as they walked in the library. It was supposed to be closing time.

However, the quiet library still echoed with the laughter of several girls, surrounding Ziying, seemingly holding her hand, but in fact blocking all Ziying's paths.

Their faces are innocent and normal, and they talk about the trivial things that happened in class during the day. These are Ziying's friends in real life.

But at the same time, she knew very clearly.

These friends of hers...

Already dead.

It's impossible to appear here.

I'm standing here talking to her now.

It’s clearly——

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Twenty-three twenty-three.

There should be no bells ringing at this time.

But the whole library reverberated with the heavy and vibrating sound of the bell.

The heart of the one who knocks trembles.

Time is up.

The faces of the girls who were chatting and laughing just now suddenly changed. The fingernails holding Ziying's shoulders were sharp and pierced deeply into Ziying's bones. Their faces were ferocious and their mouths were wide open——

Ziying is waiting for now.

She immediately threw out the knife in her hand, with fierce and neat skills. This was not a knife, but a prop. The props obtained by staining blood in various ways in each world were more than enough to deal with a few psychics.

The psychic turned into black mist and drifted away.

Unknowingly, we have arrived at the center of the library.

It's not the same as during the day.

I have seen it in my dreams countless times.

Surrounded by tall white columns, there is a round platform arched up three steps. Suspended on the central pillar is a card, which is the sickle in the hand of Death.

The silver-haired girl in black robe in the center has her back turned to her, praying.

At the same time, Ziying saw the girl at the end approaching step by step.

It’s Ginger Chaan. The man praying in the middle opened his eyes, and said in a languid and restrained voice, as low as traditional Chinese: "You shouldn't have come."

Jiang Chaan said: "I need it."

She looked at the card with her eyes. It was obviously so fragile and could fall over if the wind blew, but she could hear the most decisive cruelty in her calm tone.

Jiang Chaan has been waiting for this day for thousands of years.

"You are just an NPC." Ranbai said.

"Yes, I'm just an NPC." Jiang Chaan smiled, "Who stipulates that NPCs can't kill gods?"

NPCs are not slaves.

Who wants to surrender all the time.

Players come.

It's a game of exploration, a fight of life and death.

npc comes.

If you violate the rules, you will definitely die.

There is no need for awakened NPCs here, and the God of Death does not need a treacherous scythe.

She came here and she could only die.

In this world.

The Secret of Bloody Shoes.

A dead copy gradually formed.

Ranbai's role is that of the Thirteenth Middle School, guarding her and imprisoning it and her.

The transformation of day and night, the ending is eternal night.

There are no strangers here.

The ending of the seventh day is the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts.

None can escape.

Then cycle again and again.

The dagger in Ziying's hand has flown out, she is calm and her face is calm.

pair of cards.

It is inevitable to win.

It is the slaying of gods, and it is also the resurrection.

It all depends on the person holding the license plate.

Ziying is not afraid of failure. Over the years, she has been able to feel that no matter what she encounters, no matter how great difficulties and obstacles she experiences, she will succeed in the end, and the world is on her side.