Horror Game: How to win the sickly system

"You...don't do it, it's all a misunderstanding...a misunderstanding."

Fang Wen looked nervously at the two B-level sick girls who were about to draw swords. He stood between the two, his tone full of pleading.

"Let me...kill her!" Ling Tianyue's eyes were icy cold, pure ghostly aura condensed on Lush Green's hands, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Xiaoying also stared coldly at Ling Tianyue.

[Sick value: 110 (chaos)]

But they were all afraid of hurting Fang Wen in the middle.

"Why is her delicate... constantly changing?"

Fang Wen asked secretly in his heart.

[Ding: The sick and delicate unit has been greatly stimulated, so it will often suffer from amnesia. 】

"So this is ah."

Fang Wen pondered in his heart.

Seeing the ghostly aura of billowing fog mixed with Xiaoying's body, a bold guess arose in his mind.

Does this girl only have herself in her mind?Once she gets jealous or someone wants to hurt herself, she will lower the morbidity value, once the two are alone, she will recall the bad memories from the past, and then the morbidity value soars, and she only wants to kill herself.

"It should be... so what should I do?"

Just as he was distressed, a siren sounded.

"Almost forgot, I'm still in the downtown area!" Fang Wen murmured inwardly, then glanced around.

Tong Zhantian and Xue Kale were still in the front row, and the ghost aura did not affect them too much.

Shi Dan and Xiaoguan flew out directly, but because they both had forbidden objects, they didn't suffer too much damage.

The surrounding crowd was crowded, and amidst the whistle of the police sirens, those huge streams of people all moved towards this side.

"It seems that people in this world also like to watch the excitement."

Fang Wen sighed helplessly.

"Fang Wen, what should I do?" Xue Kale said, and took out his backpack, which contained a laptop.

She connected the power, turned it on, and the mouse stopped at a familiar interface - a horror game.

"Let's go." Fang Wen nodded and ordered.

In the current situation, we can only hide in the dungeon.

Although he has already torn his face with the 11th round, he doesn't want to be the first human being to reveal the existence of horror and weirdness.

At that time, not to mention being famous, he will be targeted by some more terrifying forces.

Just before Xue Kale was about to click on the computer icon.

Fang Wen hugged Xiaoying who was closest to him, held her small face and kissed her.

[Ding: Super, super, super, super, super, super violent emotional fluctuations detected in the delicate unit, control point +10000]

"Hmm!" Zanying's eyes widened, her mouth was smothered.

The sudden happiness made her feel overwhelmed, and her little face instantly turned into a sunset glow.

After doing all this, Fang Wen felt a burning heat appear in the palm of his hand.

Xiaoying also turned into a ray of light and got in.

It was a hairpin.

"You..." Ling Tianyue's face was ashen, pointing at Fang Wen, trembling all over.

Suddenly, right at this moment.

A white light appeared and instantly covered everyone.

Fang Wen only felt a pause in consciousness, and then, a reminder sounded.

"Welcome to Thriller Games."

-

3 minutes ago, Mo Yazi fled from the rented house to the street

Ever since he came back from the dungeon, he felt uncomfortable all over. Even though there was more money in his bank card than he could spend, he couldn't be happy at all.

Because in his heart, that figure will never go away.

After a night of tossing and turning, he made up his mind.

The boy must be found, because he is... completely lost.

So, early this morning, he spent all the coins through the game system, bought a pair of tracking symbols, and through the tracking symbols, he came to this strange city, this intersection.

Just now, there was a roar.

"A car accident?!"

An ominous premonition arose in my heart.

An RV appeared to have exploded and split in two.

"This breath... so familiar?"

He murmured and approached quickly.

He was sure that that breath was the weirdness in horror games.

After approaching through the crowd, he looked over.

Then, his figure froze suddenly, and his breathing became rapid.

"It's him."

Suddenly, a flash of white light surrounded everyone.

"He disappeared!"

Mo Yazi exclaimed, his face suddenly changed.

"Is this...a horror game?"

A trace of hesitation appeared on his face.

But soon, he clenched his hands tightly, as if making a life-and-death decision, "Without him, my life...is there any meaning!"

"I'm here... Brother Shi Dan."

As he said, he squeezed the dungeon ticket in his hand, his body was surrounded by white light, and he quickly disappeared in place.

-

"Dungeon: Red Candle Female Coffin."

"Number of players: 10"

"Copy Level: C Level"

Three lines of small characters flashed before his eyes, and Fang Wen slowly opened his eyes, which were extremely sore.

Before he could stand still, a sense of dizziness came, and he hurriedly supported the dusty table in front of him, and managed to stabilize his figure.

"This is where?"

He was in a room surrounded by darkness, only a red candle on the table flickered with a faint red light and kept beating, as if it was going to be extinguished at any time.

Fang Wen smeared and pulled up a chair, sat there and rested.

"Cosplay again?"

He lowered his head and looked at himself.

She was dressed in a red dress, with a big "Happy" character printed on her chest.

"This is... the groom?"

After resting for a while, he got up slowly, picked up the only lighting candle on the table, and looked around the environment.

He tried to use the game backpack, but found that there was no response, not even ghost energy.

This should be part of the rules of the game.

The table was extremely dilapidated, and the house looked like the earthworks when I lived in the countryside when I was a child. Several huge beams stood on all sides, covered with spider webs. The owl animal flew out.

"It's really... scary."

Different from the hard-core thrillers of the previous dungeons, there are all kinds of weird monsters on the stage, basically it's all done by fighting and killing, and there is no limit on strength.

But this copy reminded Fang Wen of the traditional folk customs that he was particularly interested in.

"It can't be...the dark marriage bridge, right?"

Because he found that in the corner of the room, there was a chair.

It was covered with a red hijab.

The candlelight was already dim yellow, but under this light, the red hijab looked extremely blood red.

Fang Wen immediately cheered up, then called out the system, and the data function was turned on.

[Ding: No residual ghost gas was detected. 】

Fang Wen breathed a sigh of relief, approached carefully, and lifted the hijab.

After checking, he found that there was nothing unusual. When he was about to put it back, he suddenly found a piece of paper lying quietly in the place where the hijab was covered just now.

"There are words on it?"

He squatted down, put the hijab on his lap, and put the candle on it.

The content on the note appears.

The first line - "To your future self."