Horror game: I can copy weird abilities

Three videos of the thriller game caused an uproar.

Especially Cai Wei and Slaying the Dragon, the situation of the two is a bit special, and there seems to be something that can be learned Xi.

For example, whether Cai Wei's talisman can be learned by others Xi how to learn so many skills by slaying dragons, and whether others can follow suit.

Cai Wei didn't respond, Li Chen couldn't respond, what could he say, say that he was hanging?

Time passed day by day, and soon it was a new round of thriller games, Li Chen was lying in the bathroom, and it was dark in front of him, and he arrived in the white room.

"System, let's go straight to the game!" Li

Chen is not going to consign the trick money this time, he communicated with his parents a few days ago, and his parents said that he would come back in a few months.

[Welcome to the thriller game, this is hell and heaven!

] [This game - I'm not hitting the streets

] [Number of players: 20

] [Difficulty: Medium

] [Mission description: You work for Creepy Ran, and you are an unpopular street fighting author, please become a bronze author within a week.]

ps: It's not good to fight the street if you don't want to be a god!

] [Game countdown: 10s]

Li Chen found himself in an office, surrounded by other players, his eyes rolling wildly, obviously observing the situation.

The ten-second buffer time ends quickly.

"It's all rubbish, garbage, what is written, the dog shakes his head when he sees it, eat shit, you guys!" A

middle-aged male ghost at the front slammed the report in his hand on the desk, so angry that he smoked.

There were literally seven puffs of green smoke wafting out of the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

Some of the corresponding knowledge about the creepy company was also sent by the system at this time, and the angry middle-aged male ghost in front of him was named Zhao Ming, who was the supervisor of these unpopular authors.

"Let's talk about it, is there any new inspiration now, can you write a creepy and chilling story?" Zhao

Ming lit a cigarette, spit out the smoke ring, and said slowly.

"Report Director, I have a goosebump-inducing story!" Zhao

Ming's face improved, and he smiled at the player who spoke.

The player ID is Jing Hao, and I saw him say with a confident face.

The story also starts from the remnant book "Sixteen Characters Yin and Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique" left by my grandfather...... "The

years are quiet and eloquent, and the opening content of the ghost blowing the lamp is narrated.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ming's face became more and more ugly.

"Bold! Are you a fool to me? I don't even know that the ghost blows the lamp, and the yellow-mouthed child dares to come to the class to get an axe?"

Zhao Ming was very angry, if this kid scribbled and infringed on other people's copyrights, the company didn't know how much money he would have to lose, and then he would have a good end?

Thinking of this, he was even more furious, and a trace of fire went towards the quiet of the years.

The years were quiet and didn't have time to dodge, as soon as the flames touched the body, it was like dry firewood encountering fire, instantly dyeing the whole body.

"Ahh

In the end, the years became a pile of ashes.

Other players were tingling at the sight, and some were glad they weren't clever.

"Some original inspiration, you guys are fighting the streets!" Zhao

Ming asked again, his expression was a little unkind, these street fights were really good for him, right?"

"Director, I have a story!"

Li Chen raised his hand.

"You say, let's talk about it first, don't think that you can hide it from the world, I'll know if it's original or plagiarized as soon as I hear it!" Li

Chen nodded and began to speak carefully.

My name is Wang Xiaoming, I am a child from the countryside, and my grandfather is a well-known carpenter within a radius of several miles.

The furniture made by my grandfather has not been bad for decades, but my grandfather is better at wood carving, and the carved things are lifelike and vivid.

Once, when he went to work for a long time, his hands were accidentally crushed, and he was rescued after treatment, but he could no longer do fine work.

Since then, Grandpa seems to be a different person, locking himself in his room all day, not knowing what he is doing.

It didn't take long for the grandfather to pass away, and the family buried the grandfather in a grand manner.

A few years later, I was 8 years old, and when I went home for the Chinese New Year, I suddenly dreamed of my grandfather when I dreamed at night.

My grandfather looked at me kindly, saying that he still had a fate to do, and wanted me to help do something, remembering that my grandfather had been kind to me since I was a child, I immediately nodded and agreed.

After that dream, nothing happened, and I gradually forgot about it, and it wasn't long before I dreamed of my grandfather again.

This time, my grandfather's expression was very terrifying, he picked up the handmade knife and pounced on me, and muttered:

"It's true if you peel the skin!"

I know that this will never be my grandfather, I broke free and ran wildly, I don't know how long I ran, and the soles of my feet were blistered.

After that, I woke up and immediately told my father Wang Daming about it, and Wang Daming's face changed and he took me out of the room.

I found many mages to come to the house to open the altar, and I found someone to make a special arrangement for my grandfather's tomb.

I haven't dreamed of my grandfather since.

Later, my father and I returned to the city.

One day, when Wang Daming was cleaning, he found a strange box in his son's bedroom closet.

After opening it curiously, he found that it was full of newly carved wood carvings, vivid, and a terrifying guess was born in his mind.

"Yes, it's a bit of a horror, it's scary, it's scary, it's easy to kill the dragon, I remember

you!" Zhao Ming exclaimed, the big waves are sweeping the sand, there is still gold!"

Thank you for the compliment.

Li Chen smiled slightly, the ghost story moved from his previous life, as I said before, the culture of Blue Star is generally similar, but there are still slight differences.

"You also have to try to write more terrifying stories, today for the sake of a good story, let you go, if you can't write a good story tomorrow!

Zhao Ming snorted coldly.

Although players don't know what is terrifying about the horror space, they can guess that it is not a good place by looking at some of the ghosts around them with frightened faces.

"Report Director, can I only write ghost stories? Player

Rainy Night said.

"No, the field of each company is different, our creepy company can only write horror stories, I advise you to write good stories with your heart, don't always think about taking shortcuts!"

Zhao Ming shook his head and walked straight out of the office, there were still a bunch of people waiting for him to wake up.

Players are a little regretful after listening to it, Li Chen feels a little pity, if you can write casually, it's not simple?

For the sake of popularity, in order to become a bronze author, directly Abin's high school grades are not ideal! The author level of

the creepy company is divided into non-mainstream authors, bronze authors, silver authors, gold authors, platinum authors, diamond authors, and the highest level of god authors.

The criterion for becoming a bronze author is to have five stories with more than 10w readers.

Li Chen didn't know if the story he had just "created" could meet the requirements.

There's still a long way to go!