Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

It was almost a battle without any suspense.

The location is in Binhai City.

"All killed?"

The next door to the toilet stretched out a hand, holding eight pieces of paper, and asked me which one to choose.

inside the room.

According to the description of the petitioner.

Does Zhuang Wei care?

The exact same face also shouted that sentence.

The pen fairy wearing a blood-stained red dress is icy hot, your wrists are like wax figures, and your ankles are like the most perfect artwork in the world, making people unable to bear to look at them.

[Source Seven: Your Ghost Town Wife. 】

The eight envoys are just me. It's up to me to act.

Ling Yi paused.

Wei Qing and Xuan Si gasped.

It is a seven-star player who is at the forefront of horror games.

That would encourage fewer people to join that crazy organization.

A row of scarlet panels resurfaced.

My eyes were deep, as if I had never seen the scene of Qingshi being completely taken over by the City God's Palace before the war.

Chapter 266 Sao Nian, Do You Choose Red Paper, Yellow Paper or White Paper?

[The player has entered the ghost movie theater, please choose to watch the movie source as soon as possible. 】

On the way Shen Jian walked to the toilet, the scarlet panel kept appearing.

Urging him to choose as soon as possible.

Shen Jian ignored it.

The copy of the real world cannot be used in horror games, even if the copy task is completed, the experience value will not increase.

This result has been confirmed in the last copy of reality.

He didn't have to follow the gameplay of a horror game.

"Stop, don't go to the toilet if you don't want to die."

at this time.

A voice stopped Shen Jian.

"Jie Jie Jie, does he want yellow paper, red paper, or white paper?"

If he came over in a few days sooner, he might be completely dead.

Shen Jian said casually.

Yin Gong listened.

He said a word to you.

I hurriedly picked the other pocket, and then looked through the other pocket where I hid things, whether it was still there.

"Yes, if he really wants to be smeared, you will fulfill him."

"Push open the toilet door and run in, but soon you discover a terrible scene. All eight pieces of paper are under your body, and you can shake them off no matter what you do."

Until a few days ago, with fewer and fewer copies coming, Yangshi will eventually become the last horror world.

……

Paper ghost: ...

I'm a Tsing Yi level ghost, why use that kind of battle.

"And today is not the eighth day, and no one has received the yellow and red papers in the next few days. The white paper may fall on your body. Big brother, help you, you want to die."

The horror dungeon that came to the real world for the first time, you can get out of the dungeon as long as you walk out of the deserted village, and the seventh time you came to the real world, the bug was fixed.

Lingyi's eyes were strange, "What is he talking about, of course you need that kind of knife to wipe your neck."

I thought about it.

"Really another living person walked in? Is it to save us?"

"A sullen voice asked you."

"What? Can you come out?"

I put it under my body in my spare time, and I thought of a day when I didn't use it.

An old long knife lay across the paper ghost's neck.

Lingyi handed over the food and patted the big girl's head.

"Mother Ni asked you to rescue him. If you persevere, you will be able to get out soon."

"Why? Are you new here? Don't you know there are ghosts here?"

Hearing the sound of the chainsaw turning, the paper-handling ghost shrank towards the corner of the wall.

Handing paper ghost:! ! !

"Tell you about the situation outside."

"If you choose yellow paper, he will be chopped into pieces and thrown into the toilet; if you choose red paper, your neck will be cut and blood will flow on the toilet floor; if you choose white paper, it is the most terrible thing, and you will turn pale on the eighth day Died in a toilet cubicle, does anyone know how he died."

Arrived about 10 minutes later, the light in the toilet suddenly dimmed, flickering and flickering, and there was a gust of wind.

I very humblely took out the big knife under my body, and said with a smile: "I need to find props in my forehead, you don't have a knife outside, use yours."

Although it doesn't look healthy, it should be just hungry.

A woman in a suit who seemed to know a middle-aged woman said worriedly.

It was the ghostly voice that came: "It's wrong, he is also a ghost who knows how to adapt to the wind, call him here."

Lingyi stepped on my wrist, and took out eight pieces of paper from his pocket.

One by one scrambling to run out.

The little one was wiped on the neck.

Handing paper ghost:? ? ?

Handing paper ghost:? ? ?

"Are you ready?"

If it's because he doesn't have a powerful ghost weapon in his hand, he'll be done if you kill him.

The paper ghost shouted.

Hearing a newcomer walk in, the lounge immediately became chaotic.

Did Lingyi speak?

And wait for the paper ghost to speak.

It is true that Li Gui's law of killing has not yet been triggered. It is only because of the restriction that only one person can die per day that so few people survive.

I am free from the curse.

He took out another ghost weapon, which was even more terrifying than the chainsaw that followed.

Seven steps ago, the middle-aged woman consciously touched her pocket, and her pupils shrank.

Did you?

Unless I don't have the courage to dismember my hand, I have to move it at all.

The paper-handling ghost was stuck under the door panel of the compartment, with a grimace full of joy, I tried to pull my hand back, but I couldn't do it no matter what.

I said sorry to my kind in my heart.

I was visibly panicked.

The sound fell.

talking.

"It's too bad, big brother, you dare to stay there even for a moment, every day you stay less, no innocent person will die."

All of them looked at the ghost with anticipation.

And opened the door to my cubicle.

That, that...

"You're here to find someone."

It was the lost son of the petitioner's mother.

Only then did I understand why those people were still alive.

inside the toilet.

This chainsaw can dismember me.

"You were terrified."

After a while.

The voice trembled: "Wait, wait, is the red paper wiped on the neck? He is right."

The supernatural gaze focused on a big girl.

A glimmer of hope rekindled in the paper handing ghost.

The other people I got food also thanked again and again.

"And every day that passed, none of the eight pieces of paper under you would randomly disappear and appear under someone else. In one case, the person who received the paper died."

"Because he chose not his own way of death."

Among the crowd, a middle-aged woman stepped out.

The middle-aged woman danced and finished talking about everything there: "Brother, you are the first one to find the trace of the ghost. You and your wife come to watch a movie there, and because you are too chatty in the middle, you go to the toilet to smoke." After smoking for a while, a terrible scene happened, you saw a pale hand stretched out from the cubicle toilet, thinking that the other party wanted to borrow paper, who knew that this hand was holding eight sheets of paper. "

Killing a group of them is worse than killing you alone.

What the hell is he doing wholesale at home, right?

I was scared out of the emoji with a grimace.

"It's an outsider. He doesn't look like he's been intimidated at all. He's exactly the same as us a few days ago."

Lingyi raised his eyebrows: "That's your rule, why, he obeys?"

This is a small lounge for the staff, with a pair of eyes exposed through the door, warning Shen Jian.

It hasn't lost the style of Shen Jian's dungeon.

The foot that stepped on my wrist was the only way to move away.

The ghost knife that Lingyi raised paused.

Shen Jian glanced over.

Meet a tough human.

Nima.

"Mr. Qi, it looks like I'm going to the bathroom. Am I really an official? Why do you feel so reckless? Don't push yourself back and bring out eight yellow, red and white papers at the same time."

A woman with a strange smile on her face was holding a blood-stained chainsaw, and looked at me excitedly: "He chose a bad way to die. The red paper was dismembered by a chainsaw, and the blood flowed." All over the toilet."

Yin Gong took out food from under his body.

"what?"

Spirit asked.