Quick travel: Qing Leng host is forced to have sex with crazy criticizing wall-dong

As a senior otaku, Shuangyu is no stranger to such settings.

He immediately understood that he should have entered a horror world common in novel settings.

There are many categories of this kind of novels, the most common ones are thriller live broadcast and horror revival.

The so-called horror live broadcast is to introduce players to the horror world. If they survive to the end or find the necessary conditions to pass the level, they can successfully pass the level.

The Terror Resurrection is even more outrageous. Strange events come directly to the world where the protagonist lives, and players are randomly selected to enter the dungeon based on regional divisions.

Obviously, his current situation is more inclined to the first: thriller live broadcast.

This could also explain why he felt like he was being watched by countless people in the white room.

But his situation is slightly different from the thriller live broadcast.

A general thriller live broadcast will have a live broadcast room with audience interaction and rewards.

But so far, he has not been able to see the live broadcast option or barrage.

Isn't this 'thriller live broadcast' still in the internal beta stage?

As if to confirm Shuangyu's idea, a shrunken screen button suddenly appeared above his left eye.

Shuangyu looked over with some confusion, could it be a network delay?

Without any further hesitation, he quickly clicked on the reduced screen.

Displayed in the box: live broadcast room id7524, 0 viewers online.

Well……

It is undoubtedly a thrilling live broadcast.

Shuangyu became more and more sure of his inner thoughts.

Many times, interacting with the audience can play a key role and even save your own life.

But as a 'new' anchor, it is impossible for his live broadcast room to attract many viewers. It is courting death to put all expectations on the audience.

Without any hesitation, Shuangyu reduced the interactive screen again and began to look at this antique room. There must be clues to his identity or clearance!

He didn't pay attention because he was panicked before, but now he realized that there was nothing in the room of about [-] square meters, only a wood-colored wardrobe.

He walked to the closet and opened it. It was filled with all kinds of clothes.

There are high-end suits that are pressed perfectly, there are casual sportswear, there are trendy brands that hip-hop people love, there are also sexy dresses worn by women, dopamine skirts with pure lust style, suits that white-collar workers and gold-collar workers love, and even There are overalls for children, Little Red Riding Hood, etc.!

Shuangyu immediately thought of the famous brand he got not long ago.

If he guesses correctly and selects the costume, his identity in the copy will be confirmed!

He frowned and once again thought about the few settings given by the system.

Sacrifice to the mountain god.

There are many ways to perform sacrifices.

What is common in the horror world is - living sacrifice!

There are many legends about mountain gods.

It is the same as the river god. The one who is sacrificed the most is the bride!

Many legends mention that offering boys, girls or pure girls can appease the anger of the mountain gods and river gods and protect the peace of the village.

There was no way he could wear children's clothes, after all, he was so tall.

With a headache and some reluctance, Shuangyu's hand finally reached out to serve the women in the closet.

Almost as soon as his hand touched the clothes, the layout of the room immediately changed.

An empty room becomes colorful.

This is obviously a female boudoir. The old elm Chinese style single and double moon-hole bed is placed next to the window. There is a washstand beside the bed, and on the left is a bronze mirror for dressing up.On the wall corresponding to the bronze mirror, there is a modern dressing mirror that is extremely inconsistent with the decoration.

The room was about fifty square meters, with a screen separating the bed from the hall. In the middle of the outer layer was a round pear wood table and chair. There was a chaise longue by the window not far away, and above the chaise longue there was a Western gadget. Son, wall clock.

Frowning her brows, Shuangyu walked towards the dressing mirror.

His appearance in the mirror had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The dress he chose not long ago was actually worn on him, and his chest was so smooth that he even wore black stockings and red high heels on his own initiative!

But what stood out most was his hair, a very cool cut, and a plain face.

This made him look like a pervert in the mirror!

If you have to walk out of this door, I'm afraid your identity will be revealed in minutes and you will be thrown into a box...

Shuangyu glanced at the reminder card in his hand again.

Another line of identity reminder is added to the card.

Name: Yin Shuangyu.

identity:? ? ?

Sex: Male?female?

Shuangyu: "..."

Why not just write neither male nor female!

He pinched his eyebrows with a headache, and he could only search the room again, hoping to find a prop that could change his identity as neither a man nor a woman.

There is a big red suitcase hidden under the bed!

The appearance of bright red in the horror world is more or less unlucky.

But at this moment, Shuangyu couldn't care about this anymore, and hurriedly squatted down and dragged the box out.

The terrible thing is here again, damn, this box actually has a combination lock!

'Knock knock knock--' A rapid knock on the door sounded at this moment.

Shuangyu's heart was in her throat, and she held her voice and asked, "Who?"

"The master of the house has hosted a family banquet for all distinguished guests. Are you ready?"

The voice was a bit ethereal, and the words "Are you ready at the end" were inexplicably eerie.

Shuangyu was afraid that the other party would push the door in, and her back was instantly wet with sweat.

"What time does the meeting start?"

He pressed again.

"It's 6:5, you have [-] minutes left."

The woman's ethereal voice sounded again, with a hint of warning.

Shuangyu glanced at the wall clock on the wall. The time showed 6:25.

Fight!

He dialed the time on the lockbox according to the time he saw on the wall clock in his memory, 6215 (six o'clock, twenty-one minutes and five seconds).

'Pa-ta--'

The red suitcase is open!

There are many women's products inside, including cosmetics, necessary wigs for women, and even prosthetic breasts...

Shuangyu took out the necessary equipment three times, quickly took off her dress, put on prosthetic breasts, then put on a wig, and used an eyebrow trimmer to trim her eyebrows that were too sharp for women. There was only one minute left on the clock. Apply lipstick quickly.

Then he rushed to the door in a hurry, his heart was shaking to pieces, but his face looked extremely calm and calm as he looked at the maid who knocked on the door.

Seeing this, he almost lost his breath and subconsciously took a step back.

"what happened?"

the maid asked grimly.

Those overly protruding eyes stared at him for a moment, as if they were looking at a dead person.

No wonder Shuangyu was frightened, this man looked really scary.

His face was pale and gray, as if he had been dead for three days. The black eyeballs were very large, resulting in very few whites. At first glance, it looked like he had no whites at all. Coupled with the black and purple lips, it looked as scary as possible.

Shuangyu's entire back was wet with cold sweat. He lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I forgot to bring my earrings. Wait for me."

Resisting the urge to scream, close the door and shout that there is a ghost, he turned around slowly and took steps gracefully.

The steps were a little stiff. The maid outside the door, wearing two braids and a floral cotton-padded jacket from the Republic of China, was still staring at him.

Shuangyu chose a pair of earrings from the jewelry box, and like an upper-class socialite who lived an exquisite life, she walked to the modern full-length mirror and started putting on the earrings.

At the top of the mirror, a pair of dangling bright red embroidered shoes suddenly appeared, resembling the feet of a hanged woman!