A peach tree made a fortune by escape game

Clutching her head and kneeling on the ground, Sister Yu shed tears in two lines: "I, I have already..."

Mo Pantao was stunned, and subconsciously hid behind Di Yuan, poking his mouth out of his head.Was his calculation really that inaccurate?

Di Yuan's eyes are deep, is it the destiny of the flat peach spirit?

——Is Taotao so cute?

—Hiding behind the back, like a little cutie.

——I am the only one who cares about Papa Tao's ability to read faces?

Sister Yu cried bitterly, looking at the people on and off the screen with confused faces—is this woman swollen?

She wiped her face, "The fat uncle you saw, he, is he okay?"

Mo Pantao came out from behind Di Yuan, "He looks a bit haggard."

Yujie clenched her fists: "Do you know how he will live in the future?"

Mo Pantao stared into her eyes to see the fat man's face: "He was precarious in the first half of his life, but he was rich in the second half of his life."

That's good.Sister Yu wiped her eyes, looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, calmed down all her emotions and turned to Mo Pantao, with a lot of sincerity: "Thank you."

Mo Pantao stared at his toes and felt aggrieved: "I guess you're dead, I guess I'm not sure."

Yu Jie took a deep breath: "No, your calculation is very accurate."

She was indeed dead, and she didn't know what was happening now, maybe she was a ghost, or a second life.

——I suddenly had a terrible idea, are these players all NPC dress-up players? !Can game companies play like this?

——If it is accurate, doesn't it mean that this woman is a ghost? !

Are you accurate?Mo Pantao hurriedly waved his hands, tilted his head and his black eyes sparkled: "Then do you want to buy emergency assistance?"

Yujie: "..."

Yujie smiled bitterly and shook her head: "No, I don't have any money."

Mo Pantao's cheeks puffed up, a little discouraged: They are all so poor.

The elite man who recovered from his emotions didn't know what to think of, and his eyes were anxious: "Do you know how to read?"

Being looked up and down strangely, Mo Pantao frowned, and quietly hid behind Di Yuan: "Yes, do you want to see?"

The elite male pupil frowned: "Show me."

Mo Pantao stretched out a white and tender little hand: "998 once, no one will deceive you."

The elite man looked ugly: "I have no money."

Yujie's eyes were sharp, and she stared at the elite man with hatred, "You don't need to look at the face, you are a scum, a murderer!"

Losing her memory, she doesn't remember that the man who pushed her down was the man she thought she would spend her whole life with!

The reason why he pursued her was only for her property!

It's just that he didn't expect that harming others will end up harming himself. When he pushed her, he accidentally fell down too.

"Alian, what are you talking about?" The elite man's pupils shrank slightly.

Di Yuan glanced lightly at him with cold eyes, and looked down from a height, as if looking down on an ant.

——The two really have a story.

——But Taotao, who misses the small treasury, is so cute~

——This is a lucrative career.

Unable to make a deal, Mo Pantao stammered, and couldn't help but grab Di Yuan's clothes with his small hands, asking him if the price was too high.

Di Yuan stared deeply at Little Pantao, his pair of black pupils were unfathomable: "No, they are ignorant."

Mo Pantao bit his lower lip and nodded obediently.

Because Mo Pantao relieved their emotions, the four of them were no longer so panicked, but the atmosphere became more dignified.

The elevator smelled bad, Di Yuan pulled Mo Pantao and chose to take the stairs, and they arrived at the lobby on the first floor normally this time.

Walking out of the No. [-] dormitory building, except for Mo Pantao and Di Yuan, they all felt exhausted after a catastrophe.

It was still raining continuously, but a few people didn't want to stay in the haunted dormitory building anymore.

Mo Pantao stretched out a finger: "There is a greenhouse over there!"

Several people braved the rain and ran to the greenhouse. This is an indoor glass greenhouse of [-] square meters, and the flowers are still competing for beauty.The road of the glass greenhouse is lined with dense shrubs, creating an artistic conception of winding paths leading to seclusion.On the left is a natural pool.

Insects croaked and frogs sounded, and there were even butterflies flying around the flowers. It was clearly an abandoned campus, but this place seemed to be frozen in time.

Suddenly, the radio in the campus sounded again, and it was still the same sad music.

"That starry night, the singing..."

"That rainy night, the torrential rain slanted. The sound of frogs was one by one, and the pond was red with blood. That one hissed..."

Mo Pantao blinked blankly: "Are there too many lyrics?"

The isolated flower room is full of vitality, and the roses are in full bloom, delicate and charming.Lined in the green bushes, it is extraordinarily enchanting.

The petals are bright red like blood.

The six people rushed on the road in the rain, all wet.Mo Pantao's velvet hat stuck to his forehead, making him very uncomfortable.

Several people were covered in thin clothes, which clinged to their bodies after being doused with water. They were vaguely and extremely sexy, and the air was filled with decadence.

Mo Pantao is white and tender, more moist and green onions, and water can almost be squeezed out.But he was dressed in a black robe, so the situation was not embarrassing.

On the contrary, the female student in the white shirt was wet from the rain, and the pattern of her underwear was faintly visible.

——Ow~ On the night of the full moon, I'm going to turn into a wolf!

——Who is it~ send the rain to your side~~

After escaping from the dormitory building, they finally had time to catch their breath.

The man in glasses walked around violently, pulling his hair like crazy: "Where the hell is this! How could there be such a thing!"

Sister Yu said in a trance: "It will be dawn soon."

This is not good news. Since falling into the realm of death, there has only been bad news.

Yu Jie was very powerless, she was struggling in the rotten swamp, every second was suffering.He didn't even know where he was when he learned of his death.

So is she taking revenge?

Looking at the elite man with resentment, she clenched her fist, or killed him in the copy...

"That song should be a breakthrough, maybe we should go to the radio station to find it. Generally, the copy has a specific back, and you can also go to the archives to find information." Sister Yu: "Maybe there will be clues here, look for it .”

Di Yuan held Mo Pantao's hand: "Let's go to the flower field."

The man with glasses swallowed his saliva: "I'll just take a look here."

Two minutes later, there was a terrified scream from the pond: "Ah!!"

A faint smell of blood permeated the air, Mo Pantao and Di Yuan exchanged glances, and ran over through the bushes.

Sister Yu took a few steps forward and froze in place, staring dully at the elite men floating in the water, the water in a pool was stained scarlet.

Mo Pantao was stunned, the death energy lingering on the elite man was actually visibly dissipated.

The dense black mist lingering over his body disappeared, revealing a terrifying ashen face, half of his head disappeared.

——Holy shit, scumbag, the scumbag is dead?

—Nuclear power ahead, non-combatants evacuate immediately.

——Prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony...

The scumbag jumping around a moment ago said he would die, and the audience was caught off guard by blood and mud, covering the screen with an instinctive scientific mosaic.

The elite man knelt down for no apparent reason, his entire face was soaked and swollen into a lump.

Mo Pantao frowned, becoming more confused.

This person died miserably, but everything was strange. It seemed that he didn't die at all, but that his body had started to rot after being dead for many days.

But it's not right, the elite man's blood stained the pool red, brightly.

It is said that after death, the color of blood will darken.

Blinking his eyes in confusion, Mo Pantao with the 'black question mark face' subconsciously bit his fingertips, puffing up one cheek.

Because he didn't stare at the elite man and didn't get his life history, he didn't know that he was dead.

Sister Yu's eyes were even more blank, he's dead...

The rain gradually became weaker and weaker at last.

The rainy night left with the passing of a fresh life, the sky lit up in less than a minute, the sun was shining brightly, exuding the fragrance of earth.

One person died, and several people were emotionally unstable.

The man with glasses almost collapsed: "How did he die! What's going on? Let me leave, I want to leave!!"

Sister Yu sat by the pool and bowed, covering her eyes with her hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Mo Pantao opened his mouth.

Di Yuan patted him on the shoulder and shook his head imperceptibly.

It has been 10 minutes since Yujie calmed down: "This is a death copy, have you played Werewolf Killing?"

Werewolf kill?

--oh!It's getting dark please close your eyes?

——So, when it gets dark, ghosts are going to eat people!

——Suddenly had a premonition that he would have to die in the future.

Mo Pantao's small thoughts are probably saving money to fill his small coffers. He has never played such a rich game, and his eyes are innocent and confused for a while.

His cute little appearance made the peaches addicted to face control scream excitedly, and he was not affected by the horror game at all.

——This lovely peach blossom must be handed over to the country!

——A tragedy happened, and I was so cute that I collapsed.

——Cloud sucks peaches.

With a deep voice, Di Yuan patiently popularized the rules of "werewolf killing" for him, and made a conclusion: "People will die next night."

Mo Pantao opened his eyes wide: "Ghost killed?"

The place is full of smog, Di Yuan dragged Mo Pantao out, "Go to the library."

The last few people rushed to the closer library.

The temperature suddenly became scorching hot, the biting winter turned into steaming heat in the blink of an eye, the scorching sun hung high, and the ground was roasted and cracked.

The stifling hot air boiled, and the air seemed to be burning, distorting the visual space.

Mo Pantao slapped his cheek with his small hand: "It's so hot."

Di Yuan's eyes flickered, he glanced at his red face, looked around, walked to the vending machine, and bought a bottle of water.

The whole peach was wilted in the sun, and something cold suddenly hit his face, and Mo Pantao raised his head.

Di Yuan: "Drink water."

Plants need to be hydrated to stay fresh and tasty.

Mo Pantao stuck out his small tongue to lick his dry lips, and said crisply, "Thank you."

Touching his blush and fat face, Di Yuan turned around with a "huh" and walked away, hiding his achievements and fame.

The female student was very envious: "Handsome guy, can you buy me a bottle of water?"

Di Yuan was impatient: "Impossible."

The female student choked, chest tightness, shortness of breath and unable to speak, she immediately burst into tears, as if she had been greatly let down.

——A handsome guy with flowing water, an iron-clad bitch.

——Suddenly I really don't like this green tea whore, can I buy it myself?

——Just look at the handsome pot relatives, quick enemies, and pain, I will eat the peach pot pot cp.

The five of them finally got into the library before being dehydrated in the sun. The sky was still exposed to the sun, and there was a rolling heat wave, as if it was going to fry people.

As soon as you enter the magnificent library, you will feel the chill.

Mo Pantao patted his face hard, and muttered in a low voice to cheer himself up: "Pantao, you can do it, and the little money will be in your hands soon!"

——Mengfan, so cute.

——Why does Papa Tao tyrannize the ghost world: money, money, money!

Just as a few people were about to search for information, familiar tunes came from all directions again.

"That one... the sound of frogs is one by one, and the pond is stained red with blood."

"In that dark night, the story slowly turned. The wooden cabinet rotted long ago, leaving only fragments of glasses."

There is no change in the front, but there is one more sentence in the song.

It's different again.Mo Pantao blinked, suddenly realized, and clapped his two small hands in the middle: "Yeah."

Di Yuan leaned over: "Little Pantao?"

Mo Pantao rolled his eyes and leaned into his ear and whispered: "The song is what happened to us, so does the last sentence mean what will happen? Does the story slowly mean that we search for information, wooden cabinets and glasses?" if……"

Kaba staring, Mo Pantao pouted, and secretly glanced at the only young man with glasses present—predicted death.

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