Chapter 155 Ghost Private School
Escape! escape! escape!
He Yin'er opened the ghost realm and fled quickly with Tong Qian and Xiong Wenwen. The tall male corpse gave her too much pressure.
In front of Lin Yuan, the tall male corpse was just a gorilla unable to resist. It looked so cute that even Xiong Wenwen, a timid little boy, was not afraid of it.
But when Lin Yuan took the initiative to walk into Room 44, everything suddenly changed.
The little sheep from before instantly turned into a big bad wolf, chasing after them. What was even weirder was that she had clearly thrown the tall man's corpse far away, but after a while, the tall man's corpse would appear again. Not far around them.
The dull footsteps were as terrifying as a life-chasing talisman.
"How could that tall male corpse keep chasing us when there is no ghost realm?!!!" Xiong Wenwen was so scared that he almost went crazy.
He Yin'er said in a deep voice: "Our perception has been misled. It seems that we are moving away, but in fact we are spinning nearby."
Tong Qian nodded, "There is another kind of Maybe, there is a certain connection between the ghost and the ghost hatchet, or there is some kind of medium that can make the ghost appear near the hatchet.”
"In other words, we can't get rid of it no matter what?" Xiong Wenwen asked anxiously.
"I'm going to stop and fight, you can predict the outcome."
He Yin'er looked solemn, "If this drags on, even if I'm in very good condition, I will be dragged to The evil ghost has revived. It's not clear yet when the 'store manager' will appear. We have to take advantage of the situation to get rid of the ghost."
"Okay!"
< br>The aura on Xiong Wenwen's body declined, and a coldness spread from his body. At this time, he became less and less human, and instead looked like a ghost.
Suddenly, Xiong Wenwen screamed: "We can't stay! We will all die. We will all die! My head will be chopped off, and your breasts will be chopped off!"
He Yin'er and Tong Qian's faces turned pale. All black.
They are all women. Although they no longer care about gender after becoming ghost controllers, their breasts were chopped off...
Okay, they understand what Xiong Wenwen means.
It should be to cut them off from the chest, but it always sounds awkward. If it weren't for Xiong Wenwen's young age, they would not show mercy.
"How did he die? What did he use to chop? Did he use this ghost hatchet? The ghost hatchet was in my hand, how did he snatch it away?"
Xiong Wenwen's mood seemed to have collapsed and he didn't listen at all. Tong Qian kept talking to herself: "I can't die, I can't die here yet, what will my mother do if I die? No, I can't die here..."
Bang!
Tong Qian pressed her hands hard on Xiong Wenwen's shoulders. She squatted down slightly and looked directly into Xiong Wenwen's eyes. Her voice was calm and convincing, "No one wants to die. If you want to live, then you will The details tell us. Only by knowing which step is wrong can we have the opportunity to change. This is the meaning of our existence!"
Her words seemed to be very contagious, and finally made Xiong Wenwen calm down a little," At the moment of the confrontation, the tall male corpse directly invaded the ghost realm. The moment it touched, she was suppressed. The ghost hatchet was also snatched away by it, and then it chopped her in two from the chest. "
He Yin'er's face twitched, "Then what?"
"It didn't attack us immediately, but turned and left, seemingly wandering. Tong Qian was attacked while trying to avenge you, and was also cut in half from the chest. "
He Yin'er glanced at Tong Qian.
Xiong Wenwen continued: "After killing Tong Qian, he walked away, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly swung the knife in front of me, and then my head fell off. I died, just died. It’s gone!”
“Don’t worry, since the result of the confrontation is the team’s destruction, then we can just hide. The future is not static.”
He Yin'er is not an iron-headed boy. After knowing the result of the confrontation, he will naturally not seek death again.
Xiong Wenwen breathed a sigh of relief, "Then let's leave quickly and don't stay here anymore."
"Wait! Who do you think that is?"
Tong Qian suddenly pointed forward. He Yin'er and Xiong Wenwen looked over, and then their expressions changed slightly, "Is it Guo Fan? He's not dead?"
In the cross corridor not far away, Guo Fan was holding the coffin. Walk sideways.
"No, there is something wrong with Guo Fan's current state. He seems to have revived the evil ghost. What is there now is the ghost in Guo Fan's body, not Guo Fan!"
He Yin'er glanced at the nearby house number, On the left is No. 56, but on the right is No. 112. "The house numbers are messed up. I can't find the way out. Follow me first and take a look. You may get unexpected results."
Artists are bold.
Facing the tall male corpse in the Caesar Hotel, He Yin'er dared to confront him head-on. That is to say, Xiong Wenwen had foreseen her absolute death, so she didn't do that.
Can Guo Fan?
Even though they are both in charge, the gap between them can be huge. With the white mist supernatural protection of the Peace Hotel, they have a layer of protection in the face of fatal supernatural attacks.
Wait! He Yin'er stopped abruptly, "Yes, the white mist of the Peace Hotel protects our lives. Even for this reason, Liu Qingqing instantly changed from an ordinary person to a top ghost controller who controlled two deadly ghosts. , what about the fatal attack from the tall male corpse, it has no effect? Probably not, the 'store manager' can suppress the tall male corpse without any pressure, the strength of the tall male corpse is definitely not above that of the 'store manager'. Even if Baiwu Supernatural is a derivative, it is impossible for him to have no reaction at all."
Tong Qian glanced at Xiong Wenwen, "It should be that his supernatural power is too weak, or maybe it is. The 'Store Manager's' supernatural power is too strong, so he cannot predict the supernatural power related to the Peace Hotel."
Xiong Wenwen said anxiously: "I don't know what protection you are talking about, but my ability is. Predicting the future, even if time is limited, there will be no mistakes!”
He Yin'er said solemnly: "I remember that your ability to predict will be affected by supernatural power. The more powerful the supernatural power, the greater the impact on you."
Xiong Wenwen suddenly blushed. .
His ability is indeed like this, which is also reflected in the headquarters' information about him. It is normal for He Yin'er to know.
Children are somewhat stubborn.
Tong Qian shook her head, "In any case, that ghost is very powerful. I don't recommend a head-on confrontation until the 'store manager' comes out."
"Okay, let's go see Guo Fan first."
He Yin'er used the ghost realm to catch up, but when he turned a corner, Guo Fan who had just passed by suddenly disappeared, and at the next intersection , a blazing stove in the center, blocking the way.
......
"Isn't this the knife in Zhang Xianguang's hand? What's going on? Space teleportation? It shouldn't be. Could it be... VR?"
Lin Yuan was confused.
He could clearly feel a layer of restraints on his body, preventing him from moving.
The surrounding scenes are too weird. The students sitting around them have no color at all. They look like three-dimensional black and white photos. Their bodies are too pale and they don’t look like living people. .
So did the guy who walked in with an old sword.
The face is full of wrinkles, with patches of black and blue marks, and the whole body is lifeless, like a corpse that has been dead for seven days and has become dead again.
“There are no ghosts in reality, but to be able to move at this level is definitely not a living person, so this should not be reality, but a legendary...horror game!”
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An explanation full of loopholes, but strangely "reasonable".
It couldn't be unreasonable. The white mist in Lin Yuan's eyes made everything seem reasonable. What made him think so was the action of the knife-wielding ghost.
The guy walked towards Lin Yuan, but stopped after a few steps, then suddenly raised the machete in his hand and chopped off the head of a student next to him.
The strange student sat there motionless. After his head was chopped off, his body began to disappear quickly. In the end, nothing was left, so a seat was vacated again.
The guy continued to walk towards Zhou Deng.
After taking a few steps, he raised the knife and struck it down again.
Another strange student disappeared from sight, leaving an empty seat.
"This must be a VR game, otherwise how could such a surreal thing appear? It's so realistic, I almost really believe in ghosts." Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
In front of Lin Yuan and to the right, a student in black suddenly said: "You are not wrong to think so. This is indeed a game, a game of luck. This ghost's killing pattern It's random. Those who are lucky will survive, and those who are unlucky will die."
Lin Yuan blinked, "Zhang Xianguang? Is this your image in this VR game? He still likes to pretend to be young, and he is already in his twenties, and he actually pinched the face of a high school student.”
Zhang Xianguang's chest rose and fell slightly, "I hope you can still be so calm when you are selected later. I also want to know what it will be like if this ghost cuts off your head, and will the real you die as well?" ?”
Lin Yuan rolled his eyes, “I see, you are too into the game. But such a realistic VR game shouldn’t be cheap, and it can pull people in without any equipment, right? In the game, I probably can’t afford it with my current strength, so I’ll play with you. By the way, are there any other games? This kind of game of luck is too unskilled. I have the skills of a king. There's no place for that."
Zhang Xianguang sneered: "I have defeated many terrible opponents in this ghost private school, but I am the first one like you. It doesn't matter, there is a first in everything. This time, I hope you can bring me the fun of the game.”
“It’s really too deep into the game.”
While Lin Yuan was muttering, the ghost had already walked to Lin Yuan. , several seats had been empty before, and now there were three students beside the ghost, including Lin Yuan.
The probability is one in four, not high, but not low either.
The ghost stopped, raised the old sword in his hand, and slashed it in the direction of Lin Yuan.
(End of this chapter)