Horror game: At the beginning, persuade ghost oirans to be good!

"What are you still doing in a daze? We have satisfied the mop ghost's needs, so we can go!"

[God TM meets the needs of mop ghosts! 】

[Bloody head: I thank your eight generations of ancestors! 】

[The bloody head has never thought in his life that he would become a mop with a human head...]

[Don't say the mop is blind, I'm blind in front of the screen...]

[The NPC in this copy is really miserable...]

[Hello, Linxun Victims Alliance, let me know? 】

Chapter 200 Life or Death Battle Lang walks to the second floor of the men's dormitory.

It is different from Lin Xun's choice.

Lin Xun chose to go up.

They choose to go down.

Zhan Lang's choice has not been analyzed or thought through.

He simply wanted to face more and stronger ghosts.

And the exit of the dormitory building is on the first floor.

Going down is the way of life!

It's still a narrow corridor.

The darkness is boundless.

There seems to be something faintly visible in the distance.

"Shh..."

The dark wind blew past, and in the darkness, a strong smell of blood came to the face.

Zhan Lang stood still.

Sui Bian followed closely behind.

He narrowed his eyes.

As the eyes adjust to the darkness in the distance.

He saw a person lying in the corridor.

The man was wearing a blue and white school uniform. His skin was white and handsome. He had the handsomeness of a boy and the heroic spirit of a man. He looked fragile and beautiful.

The moment Zhan Lang saw the man.

A decapitated ghost jumped down from the ceiling!

The ghost is like a headless spider, crawling on the ground with four legs.

Yes, he has no hands, and the position of the hands has been transformed into feet.

He has no head.

A bowl-sized scar on the neck.

Countless thick and sticky blood flowed down from the headless ghost's neck...

"Help... help..."

The boy lying on the corridor called out to Zhan Lang and the others.

His fragile tone was like that of an abandoned puppy.

"Please, save me!"

Zhan Lang tilted his head.

It stands to reason that the headless ghost should attack the player the moment it appears!

However, he didn't.

For some reason, the moment Zhan Lang appeared, a surging killing intent rushed towards him.

The headless ghost was frightened by this murderous aura, and fell from the ceiling in fright...

what is this?

The headless ghost was terrified.

But only players are afraid of ghosts, how can ghosts be afraid of players?

Thinking of this, the blood on the headless ghost's neck flowed even more violently.

Zhan Lang's gaze was like a torch, looking at the bloody ghost in front of him.

Step by step, he slowly walked in front of the ghost.

Because of the position, Zhan Lang looked down at the other party.

He just grinned and said one word: "Get lost!"

An indescribable chill spread from the headless ghost's back.

The hairs all over his body stood up.

To escape or not to escape?

This is a problem!

But Zhan Lang didn't give the headless ghost a chance.

He raised his legs high.

With a "bang", the heel firmly stepped on the headless ghost's spine.

With a "click", the headless ghost's spine snapped.

The headless ghost didn't realize what was going on.

and many more.

After all, I am also an R card ghost, right?

How could I be helpless?

The next second, Zhan Lang raised his leg and kicked the headless ghost aside.

He walked up to the boy slowly.

With tears in the corners of the boy's eyes, he looked fragile and pitiful.

Facing his savior, the boy was very grateful.

He said devoutly and gratefully, "Thank you for saving me."

With that said, the boy was about to get up from the ground.

But Zhan Lang kicked the opponent to the ground again.

The boy seemed a little at a loss for Zhan Lang's repetition.

"This... aren't you players?"

Zhan Lang replied: "You are not injured at all, are you?"

He didn't answer the boy's words, but just said something unimportant.

"The blood on your body is not your blood, but the blood of the headless ghost..."

"There is no sharp weapon on the headless ghost, and there is no place on the corridor that can hurt you. The corner of your mouth is not broken, and you don't look like you have vomited blood."

"But you have blood on your stomach, and you pretend to be stabbed by a headless ghost. Why?"

The boy didn't speak.

"Although I am not smart, I am good at fighting."

"I've had all kinds of injuries, so I know what, what kind of injury, what kind of wound it will leave."

"You're pretending, but unfortunately, you can't fool me!"

At the corner of Zhan Lang's mouth, there was an extremely indifferent smile.

The boy replied: "I'm just scared! In this game, no one can be trusted! I want to protect myself, is it wrong?"

Sui Bian slowly stood behind Zhan Lang.

He looked at the boy, and suddenly there was an indescribable ferocity in his usually pure eyes.

"Ugh..."

Sui Bian covered his head.

Something is going to come out of his mind...

That was something he had completely forgotten, but still remembered...

"Self-protection? It's a disgusting statement."

Zhan Lang's eyes slowly moved to the top of the boy's head.

There, the boy's name tag is suspended.

[Name: The Poor Student Being Bullied Lan Xiaochuan]

"Little ball of light! I've got you!"

There was a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of Zhan Lang's mouth.

Small ball of light?

Lan Xiaochuan didn't know what the little light ball meant.

But when he saw the smile on Zhan Lang's face, he knew that his disguise could no longer be hidden.

He let go of his hands slightly.

Sure enough, there were only bloodstains on his school uniform, but no wounds.

"You know me?" Lan Xiaochuan asked suspiciously.

"But those who know me should be some beautiful and lovely girls..."

He looked Zhan Lang up and down, and finally fixed his gaze on Zhan Lang's well-developed biceps.

"I don't know you, but my sister knows you, my sister, very beautiful indeed."

Zhan Lang clenched his fists, his bulging veins were like a dragon crouching on his arm.

Lan Xiaochuan suddenly realized something.

"But I'm a victim too!"

His eyes were filled with tears again!

"I was coerced by that man! If I don't do it, he will kill me! Just like killing those girls! I didn't do it voluntarily!"

Lan Xiaochuan hysterically accused Xie Tengfei.

He is very wronged.

Wronged, just like a child.

Zhan Lang frowned.

The boy in front of him was about the same age as his younger sister, so he was indeed a child.

If he is really persecuted, then should I let him go?

This is, the pain of Sui Bian's splitting headache suddenly disappeared.

He raised his head sharply and spoke suddenly.

"Brother Lang! Don't trust him! It's him who will kill you!"

In the next second, Zhan Lang's eyes widened.

He just felt a chill in his chest.