Strange national destiny: My Chinese-style horror scares the world

"Are you kidding me? What the hell is going on on this floor?!"

Saburo Tojo was stunned when he saw this scene.

Being familiar with Dragon Country culture and having watched every previous Dragon Country dungeon live broadcast, he knew exactly what the current situation meant.

This is as difficult as hell.

Even though he could handle the tricks, he was still deeply afraid of this level.

Although he hadn't even taken a single step inside, he felt as if what was opening in front of him was not an ordinary gate of a residential complex, but a gate to hell.

An extremely cold and gloomy aura permeated the air, causing him to shiver all over.

When the audience finally saw the scene on the 18th floor, they were all shocked.

"What the hell?! What's going on? This, this looks like a place where living people live?"

"No wonder this floor can't be accessed by elevator. Even the stairwell door is locked. There aren't even any windows on it. So this is what's happening inside."

"If I were a resident of this building and knew one floor was like this, I would definitely move out overnight."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I already have goosebumps."

The strong sense of oppression and suffocation brought by Chinese horror penetrates the screen.

Even if there is nothing strange in this scene, just one look at it will make people feel depressed.

There is no doubt that the danger level of this floor is not on the same level as other places, which can be seen with the naked eye.

Even Saburo Tojo, who wore a strange mask and could eat ghosts alive, didn't dare to take a single step forward, and was obviously scared.

"Damn it, damn it!"

At this moment, Saburo Tojo found himself trembling.

Yes, he was scared. Although he didn't want to admit it, he really wanted to leave this damn place.

He no longer wanted to attack this dungeon. He was willing to pay any price to leave the dungeon alive.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world. Since he has entered the copy, he will never be able to get out.

And there are only about 20 minutes left. If he doesn't deliver the last two takeouts within this time, he will die.

Time passed by minute by minute, but Saburo Tojo was reluctant to take a step forward. He was preparing himself mentally.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the time, which had been ample for him, was no longer enough. He wished he had 24 more hours. He really wanted to escape from all this.

"Are you kidding me? Is there really anyone who can deliver all the takeout on this floor alive?"

Cold sweat flowed down Saburo Tojo's forehead, and even his vision was a little blurred due to the tremendous pressure.

He took out the address on the takeaway, took a look at it, confirmed the house number, and then took a few deep breaths.

He finally took the first step.

A "click" sound echoed in the empty corridor, as if awakening some sleeping existence.

Saburo Tojo really wanted to say "sorry to bother you", but at this moment he didn't even have the strength to say it. He just wanted to deliver the takeaway quickly and leave.

At the same time, they are also afraid that loud noises and talking will attract the attention of ghosts.

As he walked into the 18th floor, he held his teammate in his hand. At this time, his teammate's mouth had been sealed and no sound could be made. Then he walked forward step by step and finally came to the first door.

The door looked very new, as if no one had ever lived there, and there was no trace of any living person.

There was a big word "葬" (Deity) pasted on the door, and a burnt white candle on the ground at the door.

This is definitely not a house for the living, but for the dead.

Saburo Tojo had never heard that there was such a tradition in Ryukoku to arrange a house for the dead in a building where the living lived.

However, this is in the copy, and the copy was designed by Su Yi, so even if it is unreasonable, it is reasonable.

At this moment, Tojo Saburo began to think about a question: what was behind this door? Could it be a coffin?

That shouldn't be possible. After all, the coffin is so big that it's impossible to transport it up by elevator.

And this place has 18 floors, so it is impractical to take the stairs. Moreover, if such a large item is transported and someone sees it, it will definitely be reported.

Therefore, it is impossible to put a coffin inside.

The only possible place is ashes.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he had indeed heard information that a family downstairs said that someone had placed ashes in the house.

Now it seems that this information is extremely important.

Because this information is exactly about what happened on the 18th floor.

And I didn't take it seriously at the time. I was really stupid. If I had been able to find out more information, I wouldn't be in such a predicament now.

"Da da da……"

Step by step, Saburo Tojo moved away from this door and was about to arrive at the second door.

The house number he was going to deliver to was still far away and he had to turn a corner.

This was definitely Su Yi's deliberate design. At this moment, it was difficult for Tojo Saburo to move, but he had to walk to the corner and go to another corridor to deliver the takeaway.

During this period, the first corridor was a blind spot in his vision, and he didn't dare to think about what would happen here.

It was quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

However, at this moment, a "creaking" sound suddenly came from behind.

The door of the room I just passed by was actually opened.

In an instant, Saburo Tojo let out a scream of "Ah", and like a rooster with its neck strangled, he jumped up on the spot.

Suddenly looked back.

At this moment, the first door he had just seen opened in an extremely strange way, and a human head emerged from the darkness behind the door.

This is a gray, old woman's face, as if it had just emerged from a black and white photo.

Only the face can be seen, not the body, not even the neck. In the dark corridor with only green light, he looked at Tojo Saburo sideways in an extremely strange way, with an extremely strange smile on his face.

"Young man, what are you doing here alone at this hour? Are you a thief?"

She spoke, and her voice was a little strange, as if she was pinching her throat. It didn't sound like the voice of a normal person, but rather like she was deliberately playing a prank.

But at this moment, in this environment, it is definitely not a prank, so there is only one possibility, the other party is not a human, but a ghost.

"I, I, I, I, I, I'm delivering takeout..."

Tojo Saburo stammered, his heart almost jumping out of his throat.

Although the other party looked like just a ghost and he could eat it directly, he felt extremely frightened for some reason.

But what he didn't know was.

In the corridor behind the old man, the teammate with broken limbs who was put on the ground by him could clearly see the old man's neck.

That was not the neck of a living person at all. It extended from inside like a slender snake.

The old woman didn't have a body at all; her body was a black, old urn.