Horror Bug Game Terminal

Qi Wuling immediately chose to run. He didn't know what he would face next, nor did he know what kind of monster would emerge from the soil. He didn't want to know - because at this time he didn't have any gold coins to buy props, no matter what kind of monster it was, it would be a fierce battle for him.

So Qi Wuling made a decisive decision.

He ran directly into the winery——

Countless rooms, all identical.

Qi Wuling opened a door at random and hid inside.

He didn't know whether the monster outside had caught up with him, but Qi Wuling didn't hear any noise from outside.

Qi Wuling locked the door and turned back, only to find that the room was covered with thick dust.

He fumbled on the wall next to the door for a few times, found the light switch and pressed it. Perhaps no one had been in this room for a long time, and the circuit was seriously aged, so the light in the room was extremely dim and he could barely see things, which was enough for Qi Wuling.

It was with the help of the light that Qi Wuling saw that this room was an ancestral hall.

The God of Wealth is also enshrined on top, with three incense sticks burning in front and tablets of ancestors placed on the left and right sides.

Qi Wuling made a rough guess that these ancestors were probably the founders of the winery who started from scratch. When he thought of this, Qi Wuling wondered if this could be used as a starting point. When did the development of a winery start to deal with ghosts? This was something that Qi Wuling found very interesting.

It was a rare moment of free time, so he just remembered to take a look at the live broadcast.

Originally he didn't want to watch it, but when he thought of what the system said - other people need to rely on their own abilities to attract popularity, and he needs popularity, Qi Wuling was very clear about this.

Putting aside whether he can make amazing plays in the game, the interaction alone is enough to give Qi Wuling a headache.

If it weren't for this, he probably wouldn't have remembered about live streaming.

Thinking of this, Qi Wuling opened the personal panel of his system.

This was the first time he opened his panel in the league other than using his personal skills.

Qi Wuling felt that the new panel was just too flashy.

The comments above scrolled very quickly.

Qi Wuling looked calm: It seemed that there were more people watching than he had imagined.

[Oh my god, Qi Wuling is actually watching the comments? Is it my eyes that are blurry, or am I hallucinating because of the fever? ]

[Tsk, you guys are right, he really doesn't often read the comments. ]

[Maybe he's afraid that our nonsense will interfere with his game progress]

[I think you are being too euphemistic. Isn't it because our comments are too meaningless? Would someone with Ling Shen's IQ feel that our comments are so stupid? ]

When Qi Wuling saw this, he put away his cold expression and said, "I forgot."

There is no other reason, I just simply forgot.

After all, when his mind and thoughts are highly concentrated, it is difficult for him to think of anything else.

So in most cases he reviews the games afterwards.

Qi Wuling skipped over these comments and started scrolling up.

Soon, he noticed the comments on the news.

Qi Wuling wrote it down calmly.

He lowered his eyes slightly. It seemed that not only the environment of this game simulated reality, but even the game content also adopted some unknown means.

Qi Wuling's gaze fell on the three words "Feng Shui Bureau" on the screen.

His eyebrows raised.

Bad feng shui situations are rare in contemporary society.

Qi Wuling had heard of such things that were detrimental to one's virtue, feudal and superstitious, but most people did not need them.

Generally, wealthy people will ask people to look at their feng shui to make more money.

Qi Wuling thought about this winery haunted by ghosts and wondered why someone had set up a feng shui trap for it — was it an enemy?

This was Qi Wuling's first thought. After all, to run such a large winery, and to be the only one in the business, it was inevitable that the tree would attract the wind. If other villains were jealous and made trouble, it was not impossible.

Qi Wuling read the comments one by one, and there was no more substantial information. The news was also several years old, and the only reason people remembered it was because of this winery.

The more obvious information is that people have died in this winery.

Qi Wuling felt that this news seemed to be somewhat useful but not much. After all, people in this winery had seen ghosts everywhere, and no one would believe him if he said no one had died.

Winery, flower wine, flowers, ghosts, dead people, wine tasters and winemakers, these bits and pieces flashed through Qi Wuling's mind, as if something was about to be pieced together.

Qi Wuling's eyes flickered slightly.

[Fuck... why is this live broadcast room suddenly so quiet? What is Ling Shen thinking? Why is he silent? ]

[Everyone, stand back! Let me do it! Based on my understanding of Ling Shen's reactions in many games, he should have some new ideas in his mind now.]

[I understand this very well. Even though we are confused now, maybe something else will happen later, and we will still be confused, but Ling Shen will already know the truth. The gap between us and Ling Shen is just these few minutes of silence.]

[I see, it's just like the time when the good guys analyze and the time when the bad guys confess in Conan! A must-have!]

[Quick, stop talking - I've been in this terminal for a long time, and I haven't finished watching all the anime I'm following. I don't know if I'll have the chance to watch them again. I might die here one day.]

[Just take it easy, you are still alive, and we are all here with you. 】

[You said that even such an outrageous thing as the terminal system has happened, so it’s not too much for me to ask the gods to save me and leave here...]

[My family members, it’s bitter. It’s better if you don’t say it. Once you say it, I will miss home. 】

Qi Wuling looked at the lively discussions in the comments and calmed down.

"I will leave."

[Hahahaha, although it’s sad, seeing Ling Shen comforting us with such a cold face, I’m a little moved.]

"I never joke." Qi Wuling looked serious.

The players in the live broadcast room seemed to see Qi Wuling's face through the screen, who was looking extremely serious at the moment.

They were all a little stunned in their seats.

Qi Wuling simply said: "I am not interested in the champion of this terminal, nor in how to leave here, but I am very interested in destroying this place."

The comment section rarely stopped scrolling.

Seems to be really shocked.

[I'm impressed by his handsomeness - I've always known that Qi Wuling is very ambitious, but I didn't expect him to have such an amazing idea.]

[Come on, who doesn't want to be a hero? If I didn't have the ability, I would definitely be the first one to go. ]

[This place called the terminal is an unnatural phenomenon and it is probably not something that human power can deal with...]

Qi Wuling saw this comment.

Just close the personal panel.

He raised his eyes and said word by word: "How can you know if you don't fight it?"

He never believed in fate, never.

He doesn't want to be a hero, nor does he want to save anything. He has always just wanted a rose monster.

And this monster was deprived, and he was forced to start this hunting game.

Qi Wuling seemed to think of You Baian again.

But You Baian disappeared.

Even if he cleared the game, there would not be a single person who would silently watch him from behind the crowd.

The rose that was dressed in funny prince clothes and threatened to protect the princess withered and died in his room, disappearing from his sight, as if taking away the ending of the fairy tale he treasured.

Fairy tales are all lies. Princes and princesses will never live happily together.

Qi Wuling lowered his head and looked at the rose inserted in his waist. He reached out and gently touched the petals.

The bangs on his forehead covered his eyes, hiding his dark green pupils.

Qi Wuling turned around and looked at the ancestral hall again. He clasped his hands together and bowed.

If there really is a spirit, please let Youbo rest in peace.

Qi Wuling turned around. He had been here for a long time and it was time to get down to business.

No one knew that when he just stepped out of the door of the room, the lights in the ancestral hall flickered a few times and then fell into darkness, and then the three incense sticks on the table spontaneously burned.

The house was empty.

Wen Yan, Zhang Yitian and Dong Lin were together at this time.

It was pure accident that the three of them met each other.

Originally, when the three female ghosts took them away one by one, Zhang Yitian was a little scared. Later, when she entered the house and saw the wine jar, her heart jumped into her throat.