God's way of opening infinite games

Xun'an had just reached the fourth floor from the fifth floor when he heard a painful howl from upstairs.

He hurried to the fifth floor, but found nothing, Bo Hao disappeared, and the doors of the wards on both sides of the corridor were still open.

Nothing suspicious.

After calming down, I realized that something was wrong.

Ghost Daqiang has disappeared, but the four bearded people have never been seen.

He heard the mournful scream just now, it was the voice of the man in leather.

The sound was clearly coming from the fifth floor, but no one could be heard.

I'm afraid 04 is playing tricks in the dark.

The place where he and the pink-haired girl recruited ghosts was Jian Mo's ward, and the ward number outside the door was exactly No. 04.

This 04 murdered and instigated other patients to cause riots, killed many doctors, nurses and patients.

From the current point of view, a person who has no positive image at all can be used as a strategy character in the game, which is even more inconceivable than the evil "Mountain God" in the chapter of Mountain God being used as a strategy character.

Xun'an intends to find the overlapping spaces on the fifth floor.

They are clearly in the same area, but they can't see each other. Obviously, 04 brought them into different spaces.

Those who can have this kind of ability are no longer ordinary ghosts.

Before he had time to explore, he heard a sharp scream with a trembling ending, like a shooting star passing by the sky, dragging a long tail.

Then the heavy object fell to the ground, the sound of shattering was fleeting, and the terrified screams stopped abruptly.

Xun An frowned, and quickly walked in the direction where the shouts came from.

Stepped into a room he had searched before.

Suddenly, strange things appeared in front of his eyes, and the messy color blocks gathered together and twisted quickly, blurring his eyes.

Xun An held back his discomfort and took two steps forward, a white light flashed in front of his eyes without warning, almost stabbing people's retinas.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, noticing that someone had pulled his robe, and took a few steps back.

He opened his eyes but was at the top of the stairs, if he hadn't taken a few steps back, he might have fallen down the stairs unpreparedly.

Xun An knew who was pulling him without even thinking about it.

He turned his head to look at the stairs and frowned, but there was no sign indicating the number of the floor.

The light here is even dimmer than before, even if he had to work hard to see clearly.

The air was filled with the pungent and unpleasant strong smell of disinfectant, mixed with the stench of decay and decay, all the way from the nasal cavity to the Tianling Gai, and the whole body resisted the influx of this smell.

The narrow and cramped passage was different from the wide corridor, and even the ceiling seemed oppressive.

Here, where there is no wind, the air is as sticky as a ball of paste, and it is neither up nor down in the trachea, making it uncomfortable.

Looking around, Xun An felt as if he had come to another dimension.

He stood where he was, looking down at the stairs at the end that melted into endless darkness.

It's a downward staircase.

The floors here are low and the passages are narrow, which doesn't seem to be the structure of a hospital building.

But the smell of disinfectant is particularly distinct.

Xun An wanted to go down the stairs, but suddenly a gust of wind passed by his side, it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't catch it.

This made him change his mind and turned back to the unknown space.

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A wicked king watches his subjects play.

The pink-haired girl was named No.1. She touched the wall after she had fully prepared herself, and walked towards the bearded direction little by little.

When vision is blocked, people's other senses will become extremely sensitive, and the slightest movement can make her heart beat faster, except for panting, the only sound she can hear is her own heartbeat like a drum beating.

He obviously closed his eyes and saw that the distance between the illuminated corners of the wall was not too far away, but at this moment, he felt that it was longer than Tang Seng's journey to learn Buddhist scriptures.

The rustling sound suddenly sounded, as if right next to her ear.

The pink-haired girl was startled, and immediately stopped in her tracks, but before she could think about it, the voice disappeared again, it was just an illusion caused by nervous tension.

But when she collected her energy and was about to move on, the voice sounded again.

It's just that this time it's not on the side of the ear, but it's fluttering in the ear.

It seems that someone is whispering in the head, the content is not clear but it is endless, like the migration of ants and the continuous singing of cicadas.

The pink-haired girl slid into her collar with cold sweat, and was chilled all over by the wind blowing from nowhere.

She took a deep breath, held her breath, and walked like flying, from walking to running, her head was empty, and she rushed forward with big strides.

The bearded man heard the dense footsteps, and guessed that the pink-haired girl would not dare to be so bold.

Then he took out the talisman paper from the space, waited for the sound of footsteps getting closer, and immediately stretched out his hand to stick it, intending to press the talisman paper firmly on the opponent's body.

The pink-haired girl supported the wall with her left hand, and straightened her right hand to check if there was anyone in front of her.

Unexpectedly, she bumped into an arm that was as solid as copper and iron, which almost made her cry out in pain.

Unable to speak, she had no choice but to pat the bearded arm vigorously to remind the other party.

Only then did the bearded man come to his senses, and in the dark, he helped the pink-haired girl to the corner, comforted and patted the pink-haired girl on the shoulder apologetically.

Then he took a step and walked towards the jeans.

Maybe it was Jian Mo who saw that the bearded man was not afraid, the whole journey was calm and nothing happened.

Successfully arrived at the jeans and clenched fists with him, it was considered a handover.

When the footsteps of the jeans faded away, the bearded heart palpitated for no reason, always feeling that something was about to happen.

Amidst the anxiety of the bearded man, the jeans arrived safely at the place where the man in the leather jacket was.

The man in the leather jacket was not in good condition, his hand holding his jeans was still refusing to let go, and his breathing became heavier.

The jeans secretly thought something was wrong, knowing that the man in the leather jacket must have been terrified by his brain power after waiting for such a long time.

But now he can't speak, there's nothing he can do.

The hand of the man in the leather jacket, which was tightly gripping the jeans, felt a sudden chill, as if someone had opened his fingers and forcibly cut himself off.

He suddenly panicked, and kept waving his hands, trying to shake off the coldness of the tarsus.

Laughter like a night cat howling is endless, and the dark wind dispels the fire in the heart, bringing strange language and ghost sounds.

The man in the leather jacket wanted to grab the hand of the jeans and ask for help, but in vain.

The jeans that were standing in front of him just now could only touch a cloud of nothingness in a blink of an eye.

A pair of cold hands pressed against his chest and pushed the man in the leather jacket violently.

He was caught off guard and took a dozen or so steps backwards, his foot was unsteady and he fell to the ground.

Arrogant and wanton smirks surrounded him, as if mocking the cowardice of the man in leather.

Frightened and annoyed, the leather-clothed man took out the paper talisman and waved it indiscriminately, wondering if he really hurt the treacherous brat, his sinister smile stopped suddenly.

He didn't dare to open his eyes to check, so he had to bite the bullet and walk forward.

But as time went on, the man in the leather jacket walked up to his legs as if they had been filled with lead, and he never touched the corner where the pink-haired woman was.

The man in the leather jacket felt that he had walked for nearly five or six minutes, but the road under his feet seemed to extend infinitely without end.

He was afraid that the ghost was deliberately teasing him, or it was just his own psychological effect, maybe he would be there in a few more steps.

The man in the leather jacket gritted his teeth and continued walking.

Until the hand touches a soft body.

The man in leather felt relaxed and happy from the bottom of his heart, and even had a soft smile on his face.

He succeeded!

The man in leather patted the pink-haired girl on the shoulder, and when he heard the sound of procrastinating footsteps, he thought it was the pink-haired girl who had left, so he took two steps forward, intending to huddle in the corner and wait for the next round. .

But accidentally bumped into an obstacle.

The cool breath puffed on his face.

The pink-haired girl didn't leave, she was still standing in front of her.

The man in the leather jacket didn't think too much about it, he just thought that the other party was just as scared as he was, and didn't dare to leave.

He wanted to comfort the pink-haired girl, but before he stretched out his hand, the pink-haired girl's breath hit his face again.

Is it too close?

Being able to feel the breath of the other party means that the distance between the two parties is very close.

The man in leather took a few steps back subconsciously, but the breath still seemed to be close at hand, but he didn't hear the sound of moving footsteps.

He didn't realize it until he felt a cold touch on the side of his face.

This corner should be empty of people.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his inner clothes, and he was stiff and unable to move.

The owner of the pair of ice hands also sensed the stiffness of the man in the leather jacket, he laughed and slid from his cheeks to the side of his neck even more recklessly.

The man in the leather jacket closed his eyes tightly, clenched his hands into fists, and his fingertips sank into his flesh. The tingling pain made him temporarily forget his fear.

He took out the talisman paper again, and slammed it on the ghost in front of him. After hearing the sizzling sound, he was convinced that he had hit the opponent, and he punched it like crazy.

The sound of punching to the flesh was heard next to his ears, and the man in the leather jacket fell into a state of madness, raising and lowering his fists like a perpetual motion machine.

It wasn't until I was exhausted and my arms were sore that I stopped as if I had just woken up from a dream.

The ghost should be dead, right?

The man in leather thought to himself, after being attacked by the talisman and beaten so many times by himself, he must be dead.

He believed so confidently that the madman who played tricks on them must be dead.

Driven by his inflated confidence and curiosity, the man in leather opened his eyes.

In the dark environment that should have been difficult to see, he saw a tragic corpse lying on the ground in front of him uncharacteristically, and behind her was endless darkness, not a corner.

In his eyes, the delicate pink color was more terrifying than a demon with claws and claws, and it deeply stimulated his heart.

The man in the leather jacket couldn't bear it and retreated back, screaming in pain and despair.

why?

Why is the pink-haired girl here!

The opponent's face was no longer human-shaped, the facial features were smashed by him, twisted and mixed together, the whole face was torn apart as if it had been crushed by a heavy object, dripping with blood.

Under the burnt-yellow talisman paper, the angry eyes were full of blood, one was already tattered, and the other one was soaked in scarlet blood.

His gaze was directed in the direction of the man in the leather jacket.

The man in the leather jacket unconsciously shook his head, unable to believe all this.

He kept pulling back, slamming into something.

Subconsciously look back.

The body of the pink-haired girl was standing in front of him, facing him with a face that he couldn't bear to look directly at.

The man in the leather jacket opened his mouth, but lost his voice in shock, his hoarse breath sounded like boiling water boiling and rolling in his throat.

He turned and ran, not caring about anything.

There was darkness in front of my eyes, and my vision became more and more blurred.

As if there was a ferocious beast chasing him behind him, he ran with all his might.

But he always felt that he was standing still, and he didn't run a single cent.

The corner that should have been reached a long time ago seems to be separated by a whole piece of African grassland, and it is impossible to reach it.

At this time, there was a gust of wind blowing from his left front side.

The man in the leather jacket looked up and saw a window.

His mind was blank, he didn't think about anything, he ran directly to the window, and stood on the window sill, holding the window frame with one hand and holding the talisman paper in the other.

No matter who appeared in front of him at this moment, he would desperately attack the other party.

But to his surprise, no ghosts appeared.

Everything is so quiet and peaceful.

Just when he thought he had escaped and was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

The man in the leather jacket suddenly slipped, his chest was pushed heavily, and he fell straight off the window sill.

And at the end of consciousness, there is a faint murmur.

"You lost~"