Sick beauty loses horse in thriller game

Even those dead souls are not very strong, but they have an absolute advantage in numbers.

"Tsk, you're doing this trick of bullying the minority again, aren't you?"

Jiang Lai called Jixiang out as he spoke.

"Jixiang, let's go out to eat." Jiang Lai said.

"Mama, I'm here!" Jixiang agreed quickly.

The little guy was very happy.

I had been hungry for so long before, but after entering this dungeon, I only ate an appetizer.

Now he could finally fill his stomach.

The seven young ladies hiding in the revolving lantern pendant were also called out by Jiang Lai to help.

In the future, their combat effectiveness will instantly increase in numbers, from four people fighting against a large group of evil spirits to four people and eight souls fighting against a large group of evil spirits.

Although the number of evil spirits is still several times that of Jiang Lai's side, the combat effectiveness of those evil spirits cannot be compared with them.

Even though those evil spirits were very powerful players when they were alive, they died in this terrifying place due to various accidents, and their mentality and souls have long been distorted.

Most of them are dominated by fear and anger, causing them to be unable to exert their previous strength as players.

Therefore, the evil spirits who had a numerical advantage soon became the party that was completely crushed.

At first, Wenling was still trying to communicate with those evil spirits, hoping to get more valuable information from them.

However, it was soon discovered that those evil spirits had their minds distorted by fear, anger, unwillingness and other emotions, and there was no way to communicate with them.

So he had no choice but to join Jiang Lai and the others, and together with others, launched a massacre against those evil spirits.

Four people, plus Jiang Lai's eight soul bodies, took about half an hour to eliminate all the evil spirits in the entire warehouse.

When the last evil spirit was killed by Jiang Lai, a line of blood words appeared on the wall of the warehouse.

"She has been watching."

"She...has been watching..." Yuanyuan murmured.

She couldn't help but shudder.

"The 'she' mentioned here should refer to the scary-looking mistress, right? She...has been watching us, so she can accurately grasp the movements of each of us and create The puppet image of each player, and arrange the final ending for the players, right?"

Jiang Lai felt that things were not that simple.

Because she had fought with the hostess before.

She always felt that compared to the big boss of the epic purgatory level dungeon, whose mortality rate was almost 100%, the strength of the hostess was not that interesting.

"There should be nothing worth investigating here. Let's go."

Just as Jiang Lai finished speaking, Wen Jiao screamed.

She saw that there were two more dolls near the inside.

It's Xiong Tianyang and Yu Menglin!

Their deaths were quite miserable.

Yu Menglin actually plunged into the bathroom sink and drowned himself.

Xiong Tianyang's whole body was broken and his meridians were severed. He was squeezed by a strong force into a small square that could fit in a suitcase. It appeared in his room, in the small compartment for shoes at the bottom of the bedroom wardrobe.

"Ah, this..."

Yuanyuan was also startled by the two puppets whose death was miserable and weird.

She had a pale, round face and said tremblingly: "What happened to the two of them? How did they become like this?"

"Stop looking." Jiang Lai frowned and said, "In order to prevent us from following in their footsteps, we'd better quickly explore the mistress's studio, find clues as soon as possible, get a summons, and leave this ghost place. .”

Now there is no point in going to the third floor to check the bodies of Xiong Tianyang and Yu Menglin.

It's better to seize the time and explore the hostess's studio.

They walked along the steps to the seventh floor and once again saw the dimly lit corridor shrouded in shadow.

This corridor is very long, and the floor is still covered with thick carpet. The carpet extends from the stairs to both sides, finally stopping in front of the studio at the end.

Probably because it was located at the end of the corridor, the light in the studio seemed particularly dim.

The door of the studio and the carpet at the door of the room seemed to be cast in a thick shadow.

"I wonder where the hostess is now?" Yuanyuan was a little scared, touching the goosebumps on her arms and whispered: "She...could she be working on a miniature landscape model in this studio?" Let’s create.”

She thought, if that was the case, how embarrassing it would be for them to break in.

"We'll find out if we go over there and take a look."

Jiang Lai said as he walked towards the door. When passing by Wen Jiao, he gave her a bottle of iced black tea.

Even brothers Wen Ling and Wen Jiao didn't expect that Jiang Lai would choose such an aboveboard way when he said he wanted to go in.

She walked to the door of the studio, raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Hey, we're here to appreciate your work. Are you there?"

She knocked on the door several times, but unfortunately there was no response.

"Tsk, how could this hostess shut the door and ignore the guests? It's so rude." Jiang Lai shook his head and said.

As she said that, she looked at siblings Yuanyuan and Wenling Wenjiao.

"Mr. Lu Xun once said that it is rude to keep knocking on a door that is unwilling to be opened for you."

Then, she decisively raised her foot and kicked the door open.

"When we are guests, we try not to cause trouble to the host. It is also polite to do things by yourself and not trouble the host."

The voice of the lucky kid came, "Mom, don't worry. I remember it."

Wenling:……

This was the first time he had heard politeness explained this way.

Why does he feel that if this continues, that kid will have to be raised crooked by Brother Ninth?

"Please pay attention! The risk level in the area you are currently in is five stars, and it may continue to rise. Please be sure to pay attention to safety when acting." Xiao Ai reminded.

Jiang Lai took a deep breath.

Sure enough, before they arrived, the dungeon with a fatality rate of 100%, the Lost Castle, was a place with a danger level exceeding five stars.

"Wenling, you come in with me." Jiang Lai said, "Yuanyuan, Gillian, you two stay at the door to meet us."

Although the problem is not big, you still need to pay attention to ensure that nothing goes wrong

Yuanyuan and Wenjiao, who was drinking iced black tea, nodded obediently.

Wen Ling took a big step forward and entered the studio with Jiang Lai.