Horror game: opening scare system

Zhang Xun held the hand of the teahouse owner in his hand, swiped it around the fat old man's neck several times, and then pulled it lightly...

"Gah..."

The fat man let out a strange cry, his neck was instantly tightened, his face changed dramatically, he opened his mouth involuntarily, sticking out his tongue, and his eyeballs protruded a little.

And when Zhang Xun let go of the tentacles in his hand, the fat old man fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no further movement.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Xun found that just a simple violent attack can destroy the silk thread that the big boss put down behind this place to control the puppet, and his sense of expectation for it has dropped a lot.

Maybe the power is stronger, but the surprise this guy gave him is not as good as the book holder in the copy that ended hastily before...

Then he turned his head and interrupted to observe the reaction of the teahouse owner. Because of the fastening of a dead button, now the teahouse owner's tentacles that can be used as tongues and intestines are lying softly on the ground with the fat boss. , it's not that the teahouse owner's strength is not enough to drag the fat boss, the main reason is that he is still in a daze, he hasn't understood what's going on, but suddenly, his tongue (?) was entangled, Although his face was ugly, his body movements were obviously frozen, and Zhang Xun could feel his astonishment.

"You, what did you do!?"

The owner of the teahouse questioned in surprise, even in this state he can still speak, it seems that his vocal organs are not on the side of the mouth.

"Of course it is to make the situation favorable to me!"

It seemed that he didn't understand why the teahouse owner asked such a question, or it was intentional. In short, Zhang Xun answered the teahouse owner's question with a sense of innocence that might be unique to children.

"Look, the two of you flanked me one after the other. Isn't the situation very unfavorable to me? In order to make the situation favorable to me, the easiest way is to abolish one of you directly. As for the other, let him If you lose your fighting power, don't you two just let me deal with it?"

Although the eyes are wrapped around other people's necks, the teahouse owner's vision is still clear, and he can still clearly observe the world through the eyes on his tentacles.

Then, at the angle where his eyes were, he was looking at the little boy who was talking to him from bottom to top, and as the voice that should be expected but also sincere and innocent fell, the teahouse owner felt more and more in his heart. of fear.

But it is already quite unrealistic to settle the two of them in just a short moment, but this guy actually said it so easily... Not only was it easy to say, he even did it easily!

Isn't that right?

Generally speaking, shouldn't the protagonist suddenly turn defeat into victory after being tortured by the villain for a while?Why did you fail before you started torturing yourself!Could it be that the real protagonist is actually myself?

No, no, it can't be me, even if it's me, I should be Ulu Tuolaman with light bulb eyes. Wait, what is Ulu Tuolaman?Why do I think of this, and know exactly what image it is?Damn... what is going on with this brain, why is it not controlled by my own thoughts?

The owner of the teahouse feels that he has been attacked by inexplicable mental pollution. He can't control his mind now. A lot of thoughts are surging in his mind, and a lot of useless information is superimposed. In addition, there are also appearing in his mind. A lot of memories that don't belong to me, some information that I have never seen and never understood...

A lot of information bombarded his mind, and he couldn't control this kind of cranky thinking... He felt like he was going crazy!

What's even more tragic is that his eyes can still work normally under the current situation. This may be a good thing, but it is definitely not the case for the teahouse owner. Come the "demon" of great pain.

That good-looking child was reflected in his sight just like that, with a clean and fair face, neat short black hair, beautiful gray eyes and an extremely innocent smiling face...

It looked very pure, but behind it, he only felt a twisted black shadow. He couldn't tell what the black shadow was, but he felt that the black shadow was about to drive him crazy. Things that cannot be looked at directly, and even if I want to see the true face of the black shadow as clearly as possible, I can't get any gains. The more I want to see the black shadow clearly, the deeper it goes, the more chaotic it becomes. It was all distorted vortexes of light and shadow and the rumbling sound pouring into his mind from all directions. In the end, what fell into his eyes was the face of that child. It was hard for him to imagine whether he had found the true appearance of the other party, or returned to the original point. .

In the chaos, suddenly a clear energy poured into his mind from nowhere. With the entry of this clear energy, the owner of the teahouse felt that his thinking became clearer, and those complicated and chaotic The news of him gradually dissipated, and he could control himself again.

At this time, looking at the boy in front of him again, he no longer had that feeling of fear.

The sky was clear, the rain stopped, and he felt he could do it again.

At this time, Zhang Xun said again:

"Besides, I'm an outsider. Anyway, the rules here can't restrict me, so save yourself some face."

"Impossible, do as the Romans do, and do as the guests do. Since you are here, you must abide by our rules!"

"That's such a hassle, so I choose not to comply."

Zhang Xun narrowed his eyes, and his voice gradually turned cold.

"I don't like to obey the rules, especially the rules assigned to me by others."

"You can't escape!"

The owner of the teahouse suddenly roared and raised his hands.

In the next second, a white almost invisible silk thread jetted in from between his fingers, as fast as lightning, and hit Zhang Xun.

This thing is a product of some kind of energy, which is exactly the same as the silk threads that control other people. The teahouse owner believes that as long as this thing can touch the child in front of him, no matter who it is, he can take it down.

After all, the power of mind control is what he is best at, and he has information for himself.

However, he was still a little overwhelmed.

In the next second, the two arms landed on the ground in mid-air.