My scenic spot is popular all over the world

A few days later.

The number of people escaping from the secret room gradually decreased, Xiao Yan thought it was a normal phenomenon until he opened Lun Ling [communication area of ​​secret room strategy].

【Let's just say that plagiarism is almost as good as [sweat] [sweat] [sweat]】

[Cause, lz came across a secret room strategy written by a certain blogger. I was very interested and wanted to play with my friends. The dungeon name in the strategy was "Forbidden Curse Classroom"]

[I just searched for the dungeon name directly on Dianping, and placed an order to book a ticket.In the guide, it is said that the location of the secret room is a bit off, but I still find it strange that the location of the shop shown is in the center of the city]

[I didn’t think too much about it, so I went directly. There were not enough people to form a field team. As soon as I entered the store, the boss was very enthusiastic, and immediately set up snacks and board games. 】

There is also a picture here, two sofas are stuffed in the narrow store, and the aisles are so narrow that you have to walk sideways.The tables are extraordinarily fancy, making an already crowded room even louder.

The decoration is poor, Xiao Yan doesn't want to say anything, he can understand, after all, not everyone is as rich as him.What made Xiao Yan speechless was that the decoration of the store was also plagiarized.

The theme of Escape Room in Lingshan is the academy. There is an electronic display in the style of a blackboard at the front desk, which marks the remaining waiting time for each room in the form of a class schedule, and the cash register is also in the shape of a podium.

Prism room escape is not the theme of the academy at all, and I also learned to get a blackboard-style display screen, which perfectly interprets what is out of place.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath and continued to look down.

[Here comes the point!After I entered the dungeon, I saw that there was perfunctory everywhere in the decoration, the Forbidden Curse classroom didn’t even have a magic-style blackboard, just hung a whiteboard!Whiteboard! !I can't complain about the rest of the shoddy ones. 】

[During the game, my friends and I complained that this dungeon was not as fun as it was said in the guide. A person from the wild team was very surprised and asked me, don’t you know? 】

【What should I know?The person told me that this dungeon is a low-end version, and the original copy is in Lingshan Scenic Area, but the ticket price is too expensive, it costs 388, and here it only costs 78, not even a fraction of it]

The anger of the other party can be felt through the text. Xie Jiacheng and the others were probably eliminated halfway through the game, and the follow-up plot was not copied.

The poster said angrily: [Am I short of the 300 yuan?It’s hard to rest on weekends and have time to relax. Isn’t it worth spending an extra 300 yuan for fun?In the end, more than 70 stalls were thrown for nothing, bah, bad luck! 】

Xiao Yan replied: [Welcome to Lingshan to experience it again!The little monsters are waiting for you [flowers][flowers]]

After seeking the consent of the person who posted the post, Xiao Yan forwarded the address of the post to the V blog to remind more people to prevent them from going the wrong way.

Probably there was a warning in advance, this time Xiao Yan was plagiarized, and Xiao Yan was actually very calm, and he still had the heart to look for bright spots in the post.

The market price of the escape room is only a fraction of their ticket price, which will indeed dissuade many consumers.

In addition, there are half an hour of middle school students in the customer group for the secret room, and the high ticket price is a heavy burden for them.

After thinking about it for a while, Xiao Yan decided to launch a fan creation activity, and the winning authors can get generous rewards.

He posted a post on the forum: [The first solicitation event of Monster Academy of Magic has started! 】

[23 dungeons, hundreds of characters, which one is your favorite?Please use your whimsy to give new vitality to the characters! 】

[Doujin forms include but are not limited to articles, pictures, animation, and sculptures.Let your imagination run wild! 】

Considering that middle school students have limited horizons and knowledge, and lack of competitiveness compared with adults, Xiao Yan divided fan activities into two areas, one for minors.

What's more, it's easy to limit the grading.Xiao Yan wiped his sweat. The Monster Academy of Magic inevitably involves bloody and terrifying content, which is not suitable for children.

The number of winners is set at one hundred, but there can be more than one hundred thousand participants. Most of them will not be able to win awards, but it will give them a sense of participation and help maintain the popularity of the Monster Magic Academy for a long time.

The specific rules of the event were handed over to Mephisto, and this far-sighted Mr. Devil asked a question: "Master, if there are some content that you are not very willing to accept, what should you do?"

"You underestimated me," Xiao Yan said lazily, "I have a wide range of interests."

It was too early to speak harshly, because Xiao Yan underestimated the netizens.

Xiao Yan never expected that the most created character by netizens is not the NPC in the dungeon, but Mo Li who picks up trash outside the castle!

According to the requirements of the event, the characters that can be created by the same person are all staff members of the Monster Academy of Magic. Netizens automatically included Mo Li in the category of staff members.

Murray in the fanart, with a slumped face, holding a feather duster, wearing a white bowknot headband, wearing a maid outfit, with silk garters on her thighs.

Xiao Yan: ...? !

Nice drawing, thumbs up.

Xiao Yan was fascinated, and his mental journey was: from "weird", to "take another look", and then to: "interesting, liking, and top".

He was lying on his back on the couch, his arm suddenly froze, unable to move at all, and criss-crossing black lines appeared on the back of his hand and forearm.

It was Mo Li who was manipulating the puppet to pull the thread.

The black line turned into mist and enveloped Xiao Yan. The sky spun for a while, and the next second Xiao Yan returned to the cabin in Tianxu Manor, his body was still lying on his back, suspended in mid-air.

In the bedroom there was only the light of the fire burning in the fireplace. Mo Li sat half of his body in the shadows, with his fine clothes dragging the floor, resting his forehead, he casually hooked his fingers.

Xiao Yan floated in front of Mo Li in a posture of standing at attention.

The puppet can only control the limbs, so now Xiao Yan's expression seems to be able to eat Mo Li's flesh and blood.

"I said before that I don't want to see an empty room when I come back here," Mo Li said.

Xiao Yan sneered: "Then don't come back."

"Tomorrow Riza will come back, if you don't wait in the room, you will be at your own risk."

Xiao Yan couldn't help but said: "I'm begging myself, how old are you? I want to wait for you?"

He is also a person who has been in a high position for a long time, and he really has never suffered from this kind of uselessness, but before he finished speaking, a deep purple rift was torn apart in the void beside him, and the bloody smell that rushed towards his face made Xiao Yan retch.

"Look carefully, what happened to the last person who offended me."

The rift is the door connecting the demon realm, and the No.19 heavy demon realm appears in front of you.

The sky is an obscure purple, revealing the breath of death, and the wind is like the airflow from the throat of a giant beast, sultry and bloody.

The tree is thick, tall and straight, with a crown soaring to the sky. The big black spider moves its eight long legs and climbs up the trunk. The rustling sound of rubbing makes the scalp numb.The dark brown centipede has the length of a human arm, and it gnaws on the roots of plants.

The toadstool spewed out streams of blue mist, and the flying birds were instantly corroded into bones.Among the blade-sharp fern leaves, a boulder kept shaking.

No, that's not a stone, but a person.

The original shape of the demons was like the legendary half-orc, with dark purple skin, covered with rock-like scales, horns on the top of the head, and sharp minions, so that Xiao Yan mistook it for a strange-shaped stone.

Xiao Yan didn't recognize him as a living thing until he raised his head, revealing two empty eye holes.

He was lying on the ground, his limbs had been cut off, leaving only a body, and stick insects more than one meter long crawled all over the cuts of his limbs, creaking and gnawing on the flesh.His eyeball was gouged out, one was still hanging below the eye socket, the magic horn was broken, and black blood gushed out.

As if sensing Mo Li's breath, he screamed even worse.

That cry made people feel chills. It wasn't a cry of pain or begging for mercy, but an instinctive howl because of the despair deep in the soul. "

Mo Li's voice was very calm: "This kind of punishment is called human pig by mortals."

Xiao Yan felt sick for a while, the strong impact even made him hallucinate, hearing countless people crying and screaming in his ears.

"Change." He gritted his teeth and said, his face was as pale as a transparent crystal, which would shatter if touched lightly.

The rift disappeared, and Mo Li was silent for a while, then slowly said: "This seat will not treat you like this."

Xiao Yan wanted to satirize "Should I kowtow to thank you?", but he swallowed the words back.I have to admit that the struggling and writhing body, that human being who lost all hope, really had a great impact on him.

As if he had lost his soul, he stood there in a daze, and an imperceptible panic flashed in Mo Li's eyes.

"Don't be afraid." Mo Li wanted to comfort Xiao Yan, but he could only give orders, and he didn't even understand the specific meaning of the word "comfort".

"This seat just wants you to be obedient."

Xiao Yan ignored him, slowly climbed onto the bed, and shrank into the quilt with his back facing him.

Mo Li's unchanging iceberg face disintegrated, and he was as ignorant as a child.

Mu Qiang from the demon clan, Mo Li came to the position of Demon Emperor, never relying on prestige, but the fear of all the demons.For demons, emotions are simply divided into fear and not fear.

Only the devil who fears him from the heart is his loyal minister, otherwise his heart will be different.Mo Li also took it for granted that making Xiao Yan fearful would achieve his goal of controlling him.

But when Xiao Yan really showed fear, Mo Li's heart felt sore and uncomfortable as if being pricked by a needle.

I don't like to see Xiao Yan's pure eyes, which are as clear as moonlight and as clear as a deer, mixed with other unpleasant emotions.I also don't want him to shiver behind the Demon Emperor out of fear.What Mo Li expected in his heart was the intimacy of the kitten as it leaned on its owner's lap.

The flames of the fireplace flickered and crackled.Snow fell quietly outside the window.

There was a wave of thousands of feet in Mo Li's heart.Something is wrong.

The nature of the demons is to conquer and fight, and they should not have any charming thoughts.Just like wolves don't live on grass, their nature doesn't change.

The emotions that are surging in his heart now are completely strange and different from the demons.

Murray was completely flustered.

The emotion of panic should not appear at this moment, the demons should only panic when their lives are threatened.

He stood helplessly on the spot, staring at Xiao Yan's huddled back, stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and pulled his shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" Xiao Yan bounced up from the mattress, the knuckles of his hands holding the Lingshan Token turned white.

Such a reaction was too intense, Mo Li looked at him in astonishment, and in the dark night, his magic eyes, which were as bright as rubies, gradually dimmed.

Mo Li turned into a cloud of black mist and dissipated without a sound.