Sick beauty loses horse in thriller game

Speaking of which, game copies and travel projects are somewhat similar.

They can all allow people to experience different scenery, different customs, different warmth and warmth of people's hearts, and even different outlook on life, and different right and wrong.

"Have you heard of the Thorn Game?" Wen Ling asked.

"Of course I've heard of it..."

When the man said this, he suddenly reacted, his eyes widened immediately, and he gasped.

"Hiss! Could it be that... I have entered the Thorn Game?!"

At this time, the man probably finally heard the system notification.

His legs softened and he sat down on the ground.

"Oh my god! I...why am I so unlucky?! I finally got a vacation and was able to travel, but I didn't expect to be dragged into the Thorns Game?!"

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... My vacation! The Mid-Autumn Festival and the National Day holiday are nine days in total. I worked overtime for nine days, and it was a hard-earned holiday! Is it just gone like this?!"

Looking at the man sitting on the ground crying, Wen Ling twitched the corner of his mouth.

Brother, your vacation will not be lost.

But you may die.

"Oh my God! Is there anyone more unlucky than me in this world?!" the man howled.

Wen Ling: Brother, wait a minute and when you find out that you have entered the Death dungeon, I believe you will feel even more unlucky.

The man was crying when footsteps were heard in the distance.

This time it was a middle-aged man with a dark face who arrived.

Although this man is not very young, his body is very strong.

From his calm expression, you can tell that he is an old player with rich experience and strong fighting ability.

After the man came over, he glanced at the young man sitting on the ground crying.

"Newcomer?" He said, "Don't cry. There is only the difference between zero and countless times in the game of thorns. Believe me, as long as you can survive, it won't take long for you to get used to it."

Young man:…

Brother, you know how to comfort people.

"Uh..." The young man actually burped and raised his watery eyes to look at the middle-aged man.

"The problem is, I don't want to get used to it! Not at all!"

Probably because he cried for a long time, his voice sounded like a clip.

The middle-aged man twitched the corner of his mouth, "No, little brother, can you stop looking at people like this? Also, your voice... you are so good for a grown man, can you be more normal? Making such a voice makes you appear Very girly.”

After saying that, the middle-aged man turned his attention to Jiang Lai and the others.

"Look, there are three little girls here, and they are not crying."

"Oh, my vacation is gone because of this crappy game! I'm so angry!" The young man stood up and said through gritted teeth.

"Stop, stop, stop!" The middle-aged man twitched the corners of his mouth and picked out his ears, as if he wanted to block out the sound he just heard.

"Don't make such noise! ​​Otherwise, before we can enter the dungeon, we will have to kill each other first!"

The young man's face changed with fear, he covered his mouth, and did not dare to make any more noise.

The middle-aged man no longer ignored the man, but walked over and said to Jiang Lai and the others: "Hello, my name is Xiong Tianyang."

Then, he took the initiative and stretched out his rough hands like cattail leaf fans to shake hands with everyone.

"My surname is Qiao. You can call me Qiao San." Wen Ling said.

"My name is Gillian." This was Wen Jiao's voice.

"My last name is Lai."

"My name is Yuanyuan."

They were introducing themselves to each other when a weak voice suddenly came from beside them.

"My name is Yu Menglin." The man holding the mutton skewers said.

Xiong Tianyang:......

No wonder you made such a stupid move just now, your name sounds like a girl.

Wen Ling also pursed his lips.

He felt that Yu Menglin seemed to be quite suitable for committing fraud.

"Ah, by the way, do you want to eat mutton skewers?" Yu Menglin said.

"I advise you not to eat here. The food that enters the ferry crossing will be contaminated by some unknown substance, making it inedible. If you really eat the food here, you will feel uncomfortable. For a few days, in severe cases, we may even suffer from vomiting and diarrhea, which will affect our combat effectiveness after entering the dungeon."

After hearing this, Yu Menglin's face turned pale.

"Ah, is that so? I'm sorry, I don't know..."

When he was so nervous, his voice turned into a clipped sound again, causing Xiong Tianyang next to him to complain frequently.

The six players waited for a while, and then the last two players came.

One is a man wearing a black shirt, named Zhu. There is also a woman wearing a beige windbreaker and floral dress, her name is Fan Jie, she looks pitiful.

Soon after everyone arrived, the ferry arrived.

"Welcome to the unmanned ticketed ferry No. 1744. The destination of this ferry is the Lost Castle. Tickets will be collected from everyone on the return trip." The calm voice of the ferry driver sounded in the strange cabin. .

After hearing the name Castle Mizong, the expressions of Xiong Tianyang, the man surnamed Zhu, and Fan Jie couldn't help but change.

As for Yu Menglin, he was frightened to death after seeing the strange ferry boat.

Even when he got on the boat, he was helped up by Xiong Tianyang.

He was holding his head, covering his ears, closing his eyes tightly, and huddled beside Xiong Tianyang.

Xiong Tianyang suspected that the reason why this young man was not frightened by the words "Missing in the Castle" was because he didn't hear it at all. Or, he usually doesn't care about anything related to the game of Thorns, and he doesn't know the situation of the dungeon of Lost Castle at all.

About forty minutes later, the ferry boat arrived at its destination.

When the players landed ashore, the fog in front of them had not completely dissipated. They did not know what kind of scene was about to appear in front of them, but they heard bursts of dull bells, penetrating the white fog and drifting away. Come over and float into their ears.

When the white fog cleared, a tall castle appeared in front of the players.

This castle seems to be quite old.

It stands amid thick bushes.

The bushes are surrounded by dense iron fences, surrounding the entire castle.

The environment here is very desolate.

The bushes had not been pruned for a long time. They were thick and green, and some branches slanted out, blocking everyone's view.

Inside the iron fence, there is a thick fog with no end in sight.

The thick fog gave people a very strong sense of discomfort.

It seems as if there is a terrifying monster living in the thick fog, making people want to stay away involuntarily.