Underworld live broadcast room

On the first night, everyone went back to their rooms to rest, and Jiang Muqiu also returned to his own room.

The room is not big, and the furnishings in the house are also made of wood. A table, a chair, and a bed are all the things, very simple.Except for the area illuminated by an oil lamp, the entire room was shrouded in darkness.

Jiang Muqiu sat in a chair and meditated, the light from the oil lamp illuminated half of his face, and those deep eyes looked more gloomy and strange.

It hurts, it hurts, like the feeling of being torn apart, Jiang Muqiu knows what the reason is, "dead blood has no name, and needs human sacrifice", he has already said it very clearly.

As soon as he entered this room, the pain of bone erosion wrapped around him.

Jiang Muqiu understood that this should be regarded as feeding demons with his body, if there is no sacrifice, he is that sacrifice.

The night was heavy, shrouded in thick fog, and filled with the smell of blood.If I offer a sacrifice, can I find a moment of peace?

Under the black cloak, Jiang Muqiu's eyes were as red as blood, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a cold arc. It doesn't matter, death is the final destination of everyone. Then, sleep peacefully, and may your return be smooth. Today, I will extradite you .

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom." The five bells rang to wake up the sleeping people.Everyone woke up slowly from the bed.When he was still sleepy, he suddenly heard a shrill scream.

When everyone rushed out of the room, they saw Zhang San standing at the door of Qiyi's room, his face full of horror.

"What's going on?" "What happened?" Everyone stood in the corridor and asked.

With a dull expression, Zhang San slowly pointed to Qiyi's room, and said in a confused voice, "He's dead...he's dead..."

Everyone looked at Qiyi's room, and then saw Qiyi's dead body on the floor behind the desk. His body was shriveled, as if his blood had been sucked dry.

Everyone walked in, Feng Wu squatted beside Qi Yi's body, inspected it carefully, and said in his characteristic hoarse voice: "There is no obvious trauma, strange, too strange."

"..." "How could this be?" "Who? Who killed him?"

While everyone was whispering, Jiang Muqiu, who hadn't shown up all this time, appeared at the door with a gloomy breath. The sleepiness in his eyes had not yet faded away, and he looked like he had been woken up, "It's so noisy."

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. This time, Jiang Muqiu was wearing a black robe, but he didn't put on a hood.Because of the sleepiness from not waking up, the pair of pupils looked particularly narrow and long, revealing a gloomy but rosy look.

Jiang Muqiu glanced at everyone, his eyes stayed on Luo Bofeng for half a second, he skipped it expressionlessly, and asked, "What's going on?"

"Oh, is the guest in Room [-] dead?" Jiang Muqiu looked at the corpse on the ground before anyone could answer, and asked indifferently, even with a bit of sarcasm.

Zhang San's eyes widened, and his pupils were full of anger, "What's going on? You know something, right? How did he die?"

Jiang Muqiu laughed coldly, "It seems that there are evil spirits among you."

"That thing came by smell. Someone made a deal with it. The dead blood is nameless. You guys can't escape it." Jiang Muqiu said these words, then turned and left, "Come down to eat, guest We. Or do you want to have that corpse for breakfast?"

The rest of the people looked at each other in the room.

"That person sounds like he knows a lot. If he wants to find that ghost, he really needs more information, right?" Zhao Er, who is slightly fat, said.

Zhang San shook his head, "I won't go, whoever you like to ask, I think that person is very weird, and his personality is not good, maybe he will kill him if he is not killed by a ghost."

Thoughtful in Feng Wu's eyes, he just shook his head slightly, and said, "Someone made a deal with that thing, so he was actually killed by that thing, and that's why he showed such a dead state. How do you find out who made the deal?"

"Have you noticed? That person used the words of your group, indicating that other people were killed in this way before. Then, we may ask about the situation of the previous group of people and find some clues from it." Li Si lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said.

Luo Bofeng glanced at these people, and said, "Let me ask, and when you go down to eat later, you should also pay attention and listen."

"Okay, that's all."

After the discussion, everyone went downstairs. On the first floor, Jiang Muqiu had already put on his hood and stood behind the counter, and there were some light meals on the table. The corpse really makes people lose their appetite.

Everyone found a place to sit down, while Luo Bofeng walked to the counter.

"Are you okay?" Luo Bofeng took a deep look at Jiang Muqiu, "I think you seem very tired."

Jiang Muqiu raised his head and fixed his eyes on Luo Bofeng, "Guests, I was just woken up by you, so I am very unhappy."

"Feel sorry."

"If you are afraid, find that ghost as soon as possible." Jiang Muqiu looked away and said calmly, "This way everyone can have a good rest."

Luo Bofeng's face was as sinking as water, and he raised his hand to lightly cover the back of Jiang Muqiu's hand, and tightened it slightly, "It's really nice here, as soon as I got on the bed, I felt like I passed out, and I slept soundly. I haven't slept like this for a long time. Feel safe."

Jiang Muqiu raised his eyes and looked at Luo Bofeng with a bit of a smile in his eyes, but his words were still cold, "That's the best, but that guy downstairs also 'slept to death' in the past, right?"

"We all want to find that ghost quickly. You said before that other people seem to have come before us. What happened to them?" Luo Bofeng withdrew his hand, his eyes were full of distress, it was not his illusion, This guy is really tired, but why?

Jiang Muqiu frowned, "You shouldn't inquire about the last group of people, no, you shouldn't come here at all. Or, people with evil spirits in their hearts shouldn't come here, they will only be lured by that thing."

"That thing is...?" The worry in Luo Bofeng's eyes became more and more serious.

Jiang Muqiu glanced at Luo Bofeng, and for a moment, his eyes were blood red, "Who knows what it is? Probably a bloodthirsty beast."

"Can you tell me in detail?" Luo Bofeng keenly felt that something was wrong, of course he noticed Jiang Muqiu's eyes, so he felt more and more problematic with this so-called mission.

Jiang Muqiu's eyes froze, "You have too many questions, guest, you should focus on finding that ghost instead of chatting with me."

"I just hope you can give us some clues." Luo Bofeng continued, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious.

Jiang Muqiu shook his head, "I've said everything I can say, and I don't know the rest. Maybe you want to hear the stories of the last group of people?"

"I can't ask for it." Luo Bofeng answered.

Jiang Muqiu nodded slightly, and said lightly: "Guests with prickly ears over there, if you want to hear, you can exchange things. I'm in business, not charity, so let's take it as your rent .”

"Do you think anyone wants to live here?" Zhang Sanyi slapped the table and stood up. Originally, because of her friend's death, she wanted to live here.

Jiang Muqiu stood up and turned to look at Zhang San, as if his whole body was radiating chills, "Then, guest, you don't want to stay, do you?"

"I don't want to live, so what? Who wants to stay here and be killed by an inexplicable ghost?" Zhang San said.

The corner of Jiang Muqiu's mouth curled up slightly, looked at Zhang San and said, "Very well, then, let this guest leave."

"Let's go, who is afraid of whom?" Zhang San raised his legs and walked towards the door. Just as he was about to open the door, a butterfly blade went straight to the back of his heart. She first fell on the door, and then fell to the ground, completely out of breath.

Jiang Muqiu walked up to Zhang San's body, opened the door, pulled out the butterfly blade, threw him out, and then said coldly: "I suggest that those who are interested in the situation of the previous group of people come and take a look. Because the current situation is the same as the last batch of people, but last time, I wasn't the one who did it."

The rest of the people hesitated, but Feng Wu walked to the door first, and the other two followed.

In the dense fog, Zhang San's body was slowly corroded, as if some insects had quickly eaten away the flesh and blood, and within a few minutes, he turned into a dead bone.

Frightened expressions appeared on the faces of several people.

"What's that?" "It's horrible."

Jiang Muqiu chuckled, and explained mercifully: "It's fog-eaten insects. Didn't you all meet them when you came here? I almost forgot that they eat living people at a much slower rate than they eat corpses." .”

Glancing at everyone, Jiang Muqiu closed the door and said, "Don't be afraid, they dare not come in."

"So, for the rest of the story, do you want to exchange things, or let me demonstrate it to you personally?" Jiang Muqiu turned around, his eyes darkened, his face hidden under the hood was gloomy and cold.

Luo Bofeng pursed his lips and said, "I'll change it, but what exactly do I need?"

Jiang Muqiu glanced at Luo Bofeng, reached out and held Luo Bofeng's wrist, "This is not bad."

Luo Bofeng was slightly stunned, his brows were tightly frowned, Jiang Muqiu's hands were as cold as ice, "Okay, here you are."

Jiang Muqiu took off the healing watch from Luo Bofeng's wrist and put it in his pocket.

"Then, what do you want to exchange?" Jiang Muqiu glanced at the others, his tone was strange, as if if these people couldn't offer something, he would kill them.

Several people looked at each other

"Okay, I'll just wait for 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, only he can hear the story here. As for you guys, please be lucky. Don't expect others to share with you for nothing. "Jiang Muqiu sneered, mockingly, then went back behind the counter, closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.

The author has something to say: The pre-received article will be opened on March 3th. If you are interested, you can go and have a look. It is currently on file.

At that time, this book will be updated to the end of the day. This dungeon belongs to the dungeon of closing clues. I won’t spoil the details about the truth about the death clock game.