Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

An incident occurred at the LR dinner party for VIP guests. Naturally, it was impossible to call the police in such a place. More than a dozen security guards in black suits gathered outside the door, trying to come up with a solution. In addition, because of this sudden incident, people downstairs who were about to relax were suddenly notified that the dinner party was canceled.

Many people were immediately unhappy. After learning that unidentified people had infiltrated their dinner party and kidnapped their VIPs, they were furious. This was their favorite place, and these people had invaded their happy territory. Even if they didn't know them, they wanted to curse them out.

There are two ways in which a person's anger can grow: one is to grow slowly, and the other is to become furious and suddenly rage.

A viewer in the live stream secretly took a screenshot and checked the number of people whose anger level was over 50%.

[Does anyone know exactly how many people there were this time?]

There are definitely more than 30 people downstairs, more than 10 upstairs, and 9 more inside the house. Adding to the ones that had accumulated before, we're doomed. Tonight's scene is terrifying.

[With so many people, what's the difference between this and the NPCs rioting after the protagonist dies?]

[Poor Song Yi and the others didn't know that if they had just glanced downstairs...]

This game is insanely cruel, I love it, it just doesn't give you a way to survive.

[Light a candle for Hu Jingwen, a candle for Wen Ya, a candle for Sun Zhuo, a candle for Yang Haoran, and a big candle for my little brother Song Yi.]

Inside the room, Sun Jingye was about to faint from the pain. Seeing this, Song Yi took out a bunch of useless pills he had bought earlier from his pocket. After rummaging through them for a while, he found a "Clarity Pill" which was originally intended to refresh the mind and concentrate. After giving it to Sun Jingye, the man who was about to faint from the pain became Sun Jingye who could not faint from the pain.

Song Yi: I knew all of these things I bought would come in handy.

Song Yi's wrench was heavy. After hitting it a few times, Lin Chenchen ran out of strength and collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face. She hadn't vented her anger, but she didn't even have the strength to hold the wrench anymore.

Seeing this, Song Yi took the wrench from Lin Chenchen's hand: "I'll do it."

It has to be said that some people are so handsome that everything they do looks like art.

Lin Chenchen beat Sun Jingye without any strategy or method, clearly indicating she had never done anything like this before.

Song Yi, however, pressed down on Sun Jingye's leg with one hand, and with the other hand, he gently lifted the wrench and, at the moment of impact, used a burst of force. With a "crack," the sound of bones breaking sent chills down one's spine.

Hu Jingwen and the others standing behind him couldn't help but let out a hiss.

Sun Zhuo nudged Yang Haoran quietly: "Guess what Song Yi did before?"

Yang Haoran: "Someone this handsome can't possibly be a pig butcher."

Sun Zhuo: "Nonsense, I bet it's someone who works in the armed forces."

Yang Haoran: "What kind of physical work, carrying bricks on a construction site?"

Sun Zhuo: !! "Take, for example, the police officers who fight crime and protect the innocent."

Yang Haoran: "Then why don't you just say you're a policeman?"

Sun Zhuo spoke tactfully, as if afraid that Song Yi would overhear him. He pointed at Song Yi and asked, "Do you think I look like a policeman?"

The white shirt was splattered with blood, and paired with Song Yi's excessively handsome face, Yang Haoran inexplicably thought of those crazy villains in TV dramas.

"Um, it doesn't seem like it."

They do look quite like the people the police arrested.

With 30 seconds left until 12 o'clock, Hu Jingwen quickly reminded Song Yi.

"Song Yi, it's almost midnight, stop fighting."

Upon hearing the sound, Song Yi slowly stood up. Hu Jingwen kindly found a towel for Song Yi to wipe his hands and handed him a strength recovery potion.

"Drinking this will keep your strength at its peak for fifteen minutes. The situation we're about to face is very bad; we're probably all in trouble. Good luck to you."

The game had essentially collapsed at this point, but they knew it wasn't Song Yi's fault, because the game itself was very difficult, and if it weren't for Song Yi, they might have died on the first day.

Hu Jingwen sighed deeply; he was prepared to die, and the other players felt the same way.

Song Yi took the medicine from Hu Jingwen and drank it down in one gulp. The cool liquid made his body suddenly burst with energy.

Song Yi comforted Hu Jingwen: "It's okay, you can each take one today, and give me the rest."

Hu Jingwen laughed. He really liked Song Yi's innocent and optimistic attitude. He was afraid that Song Yi had forgotten that there were nine people in the room today, plus the five from before, and more than twenty people who had been offended during the hotel room inspection.

Song Yi: "Seventeen or eighteen, it's nothing."

Chat in live stream room number seven:

Hehe, seventeen or eighteen times three

[Multiply by three...]

【three···】

"I'll leave it all to you, bro. Maybe you should reconsider."

What I admire most is Song Yi's courage.

When these people were fighting the vengeful ghosts one-on-one, they could barely manage a 1/1 split and had a slight advantage. But now each of them had to deal with at least four. Even if they weren't all S-rank vengeful ghosts, this number was still overwhelming.

Hu Jingwen did not take Song Yi's words seriously.

As soon as midnight struck, the moon turned red, and the people in the room immediately changed. In the blink of an eye, the nine people who had been tied up stood up, and the five people from the previous night also parachuted into the room.

Xu Jie was originally terrified of Song Yi, but after today's strange turn of events, he found that so many of his kind had come to his side. His eyes immediately turned bloodshot as he looked at Song Yi.

He's not scared anymore, Song Yi, you're finished this time.

This was the first time Wenya had ever seen such a fierce ghost. Her heart was pounding like a startled alarm clock, and she was so panicked that her hands were shaking.

Song Yi: "You can choose whoever you want; the rest are all mine."

Hu Jingwen smiled wryly, "Brother, I know you're an optimist, but please don't tell jokes at a time like this."

Sun Jingye, who was at the head of the group, was the ugliest of these vengeful ghosts, but he was also the highest level, reaching the pinnacle of S-class.

He looked like a zombie, with two eyes as big as half a light bulb, seemingly hanging from their sockets, and covered in bloodshot veins.

His eyes were fixed on Song Yi, flashing with a desire to tear Song Yi apart and devour him, his teeth chattering.