Horror game: opening scare system

Si Ling was terrified.

He even forgot to think.

But this is not because of fear, but because of the shock caused by witnessing the unknown and mysterious things that horrify the world, and it is also the tragic wail of the inherent worldview that has been shaken to pieces.

He had never seen such a creature, and he never even thought that such a strange existence existed in this world!

In Si Ling's eyes, this is completely beyond the scope of horror games, even though he has experienced many dungeons, and has been to many world views in horror games, including the giant who is close to ten meters, he has also seen some elegance , but at this moment, the curious creature under him seemed to be fiddled with his cognition and rationality. This is the kind of creature that should not exist in the most remote and deep corners of the world!

float……

Yes, it is floating!

Si Ling instinctively didn't think about things related to monsters, which of course also included the dreamlike but extremely real nightmare he fell into before.

So with a dull expression, he noticed that his strange child was sitting on the monster, floating in a huge void that was as silent as cosmic space.

It seemed that there was no oxygen here, but Si Ling's breathing was not affected in any way.

He touched his nose, which was weird, but obviously he couldn't figure out what was going on.

For this inexplicable unknown place, for those unspeakable hidden existences, the knowledge stored in his mind, even the rules and cognitions he is accustomed to, are like something in the garbage dump, completely useless.

I don't know how long it took for Si Ling to wake up from this horror.

He looked at Zhang Xun who was still smiling slightly, thinking that this kid might know something, moreover, the weirdest guy he met in this dungeon was not some other faceless person with a lot of brains and eyes The tentacle monster, but this child who seems to know a lot about the world that humans have never seen.

"What exactly is this?"

Si Ling was very anxious, losing his manners in his eagerness, but Zhang Xun didn't seem to care about the other party's little faux pas.

I saw Zhang Xun sitting in a very loose posture. This kind of unhealthy sitting posture had a great sense of conflict with his innocent appearance, but Ruoyou Ruowu didn't know whether it was a kind or malicious smile. Unconsciously, this sense of conflict is downplayed, and it seems very natural to sit there with the child in that position.

He raised his head and glanced at Si Ling, as if looking at an insignificant ornament. Then, Zhang Xun raised his hand and wiped his face. There was still a small burning burn mark on his cheek Just like that, it disappeared, and the face returned to its original appearance.

But as the person who faced this face directly, Si Ling still felt that it was a completely different face from when they first met, as if they were two people.

Si Ling didn't have the idea that Zhang Xun might have played a role to trick him before, because he knew very well that with Zhang Xun's strength, he didn't need to use any disguise at all. He could even subdue the monster under him. Is there anything harder in prison than this?

Zhang Xun didn't know what Si Ling was thinking, so he just answered Si Ling's question in a calm tone.

"As you can see, Blast Prison fell apart because of Mayu's awakening, and we're now in the very basic framework of a horror game.

If you want to ask other players, they have probably been teleported outside the horror game the moment Mayu woke up, but it does not rule out that there are unlucky ones who are accidentally trapped here, and the final result of the unlucky ones There is only one, and that is to die here.

A broken horror game certainly doesn't guarantee survival, any more than you can turn on a computer with an empty black box.

Oh, by the way, Mayu is the one below us. He is not some weird monster, but an ancient god. To be more precise, we call him Dream Eater. I think you will not mind Mayu After all, don't angels also have strange shapes?Gods don't have to be good-looking.

Meiyou is a poor guy, he was framed by his compatriots, sealed here, and his power was drawn to maintain the operation of the Blast Prison..."

Zhang Xun was calm but indifferent, and calmly narrated those unknown legends and stories to Si Ling. His voice was so calm, so calm that the volume of each word was so loud, so calm that it made people feel creepy.

When Si Ling heard this, he was completely stunned. The stories of the gods buried in the darkness made him very interested, but at the same time he felt fear.

For human beings, those existences are all indescribable, all indescribable, and all indescribable.

Those ancient strange creatures are contradictory and complex, pure and flawless-they are clean, thorough, consistent, without flaws, but disgusting, evil, chaotic, twisted, and disgusting.

At this time, Si Ling understood that perhaps it was inevitable that no one would know these gods. At the same time, he also realized that he had already stepped into the whirlpool with one foot, and was deeply trapped in it.

Maybe normal society is already a difficult field for him to step into.

If he doesn't find someone to protect him, he may go completely crazy soon, and then die suddenly on the street or in a mental hospital.

"What should I do?" Si Ling looked at Zhang Xun and asked.

"You can do anything, whatever you want." Zhang Xun replied.

"Will you shelter me?"

"Of course I would, so what are your options?"

Si Ling did not answer Zhang Xun's question, but closed his eyes and lowered his head.

"Very well, don't be afraid, don't resist, don't do anything, you will find me."

Zhang Xun hooked the corner of his mouth, raised his hand, stretched out his index finger, and lightly touched Si Ling's forehead.

Zhang Xun's voice seemed to be close to his ear, and Si Ling felt strangely comfortable.

Chi!

There was a sound of boiling, and Si Ling felt a very intense burning pain that penetrated into the soul from the driver's forehead!

Zhang Xun withdrew his hand, but he left a mark on Si Ling's forehead, a concave hole with a fire burning inside.

Si Ling's skin began to turn red, steam was constantly coming out of his body, and he screamed in pain. Then, two bright lines moved like magma under the skin of Si Ling, starting from the mark on his forehead It began to flow into Si Ling's eyes.

Si Ling let out a more mournful wail again, he covered his eyes, hot and in severe pain, he felt his eyes were breathing fire, he felt as if he was blind!

And Zhang Xun just watched all this quietly...