Horror game: Help the ghosts make choices at the beginning

[Assassin Skill 1: Physique (Passive).

As a killer, how can he not have good skills?

When you are preparing to kill ghosts or escape, your physical strength will be increased by 3 times. 】

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In the dark endless floors.

Two figures, one behind the other, were engaged in a silent pursuit.

There was only a cold light in the flickering figure.

Hell Chef never imagined that things would turn out like this.

The young man in front of him still exudes the sweet smell brought by the curse.

But the identities of prey and hunter are completely reversed.

He became the prey, and the other party became the cook holding a knife.

Is the other party also a chef?

That guy, want to make him into a dish?

Hell Chef ran while paying attention to the movements around him.

That young man always appears from unexpected places.

The body is strong and strong, but the movements are too sensitive.

Slipperier than a monkey.

call--

It's the wind.

The hell cook leaned down to avoid the attack from above. He took the opportunity to get into the gap between the iron railings and climbed up.

dong dong!

dong dong!

In the darkness, a sound like drumbeats and heartbeats came from the other end of the wall.

In the urgent pursuit, Hell's Chef felt the breath of death that he had not seen for a long time.

Very exciting.

Very cool.

When there were multiple breathing sounds all around at the same time, the excitement brought by the strong sense of danger turned into excitement in the bottom of my heart, gushing out.

"Hahahahahaha……"

puff--

In the laughter of hell's cook,

In the darkness, a flash of knife light flashed.

Hell's Cook's head and neck were separated.

Rolling down the stairs with a grunt.

He is still laughing.

His expression was ferocious and happy.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The corners of his mouth turned up.

Exciting, exciting.

Is he alive or dead?

He seemed to be alive at last, but also seemed to be dead forever.

In the Hell Cook's wide-open eyes, the white wall dyed red by the splattered blood was filled with a pair of eyes filled with madness.

The young man walked out slowly.

A pair of eyes looked like blood.

[Assassin Skill 2: Explosion.

The killer pays attention to being quick, accurate and ruthless, killing with one blow.

Within one minute, various physical ability indicators increase by 50%. 】

The hell cook looked at this scene, but the last thought in his mind was:

——Those blood eyes must be delicious.

……

[Talent tip: You successfully hunted "Hell's Cook", your proficiency is +200, and your career points are +200.]

[Talent tip: You successfully completed a shooting project. Proficiency +50, career points +50.】

[Talent tip: Give thirty "guests" haircuts, proficiency +60. ]

[Talent tip: Successfully operated on thirteen "patients", proficiency +39. 】

[Talent tip: Successfully complete a destruction. Proficiency +10.]

……

A series of system prompts passed by.

It is the growth of professionals, and it is also the growth of Jiang Ye.

With the death of Hell's Cook, the curse expired.

The strange scent of the entire building faded away.

The weird feeling that enveloped the entire building also disappeared.

The wind blew in.

Only then did Jiang Ye discover a problem.

His breath...

He felt his pulse.

Very slowly, very slowly.

If you don't feel it carefully, there is almost nothing.

Jiang Ye thought of the blood-red piglet that made him a little greedy.

Now, not only does his body look like a ghost, but even when he eats, he is getting closer and closer to a ghost.

If there really comes a day when he leaves the horror world, will he still be human?

Jiang Ye lifted Hell's Chef's head with one hand and the headless body on the ground with the other, and walked towards the door of Building 3, which reappeared.

The physical transformation into a ghost allows him to blend into the horror world without being discovered.

The changes in his diet allowed him to survive in this hellish place better.

What he needs to consider most now is how to survive.

How to protect the person you want to protect when the horror comes half a year later.

Walking out of Building 3, the light hurts my eyes.

Jiang Ye narrowed his eyes.

Turn into a monster... so what?

He strives to be the biggest monster.

……

Yang Zhuo was a little confused.

Judging from the live broadcast room, Jiang Ye is a reliable boss.

But judging from what he has experienced in the past two days, this boss seems to have become a little different.

Not like a human, more like a ghost.

He had several nightmares last night, in which he was eaten by a cold figure that suddenly appeared behind him under that corner.

Some were swallowed in one bite, and some were torn into pieces and eaten.

Others lifted him up, threw him to the ground repeatedly and whipped him.

Anyway, the death is very miserable.

result,

The figure that scared him all night actually overlapped with that of Boss Jiang.

……

Before the emergence of the horror world, Yang Zhuo had never dared to watch ghost movies.

Because when I was in the second grade of elementary school, I was taken to a friend’s house to watch a ghost movie.

After he returned home, he had many nightmares, in which he was short and weak.

Then a high fever broke out.

After that, he didn't dare to look at it anymore.

I persisted until I graduated and got a job.

Even when I go to the cinema with my girlfriend, I dare not order a ghost movie.

I have persisted like this for more than twenty years.

As a result, Thriller Games emerged.

The state arranges courses and the company arranges courses.

Compulsory lectures.

In this course, there is naturally some practice against terrifying things.

Then, Yang Zhuo's nightmare began.

Later, he saw a psychiatrist and underwent hypnosis.

Tell yourself repeatedly that those are all fake.

In this way, I finally got through the horror course training. Life is back on track.

As a result, he was selected for Thriller Game.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I entered the copy.

Now, all the fake things have become real.

Yang Zhuo said "haha" when he saw the [Little Luck] value on the talent page on his personal panel.

Little luck?

Is your luck worth keeping it cooked?

Was it obtained by redeeming the bad luck he had experienced for more than twenty years?

In this way, he repeatedly wandered between being scared to death and being killed by ghosts.

I don't know if that little bit of luck played a role, but he always escaped death.

He actually saved his life.

When he recognized Jiang Ye, his first reaction was that his talent was at work.

But, does it really work?

Yang Coward Zhuo grimaced and wandered around the front door.

Don't dare to get too close, don't dare to go too far.

Just as he was about to change direction and continue patrolling, suddenly, a rustling sound came from diagonally ahead.

It was like... the sound of heavy objects being dragged on the ground, rubbing together.

Yang Zhuo suddenly became tense. He hid behind a big tree and looked towards the source of the sound.

Not far away is a small abandoned fountain.

On one side of the fountain, there was a long bloodstain.

Looking forward along the blood stains, there is a familiar profile.

After seeing the man's appearance clearly, Yang Zhuo's pupils shrank and his heart beat uncontrollably.

The handsome young man's face was still stained with blood, and his eyes were scarlet.

One hand is holding a head, and the other is dragging a headless corpse.

tick tick tick,

The head's neck was still dripping with blood.

Looking at the person dragging the body again, his face was expressionless, his eyebrows were calm, and there was a cold aura permeating his body.

It seems that I have become accustomed to it.

Suddenly, the young man glanced this way.

The scarlet eyes seemed to be full of evil spirits.

Yang Zhuo's breathing was stagnant, and his hands and feet were cold.

The props in his pocket were almost thrown away.

Fortunately, the other party just took a look and continued walking forward.

After the young man could no longer be seen, Yang Zhuo turned around suddenly.

No.

Looking around again, there was still nothing.

This time, the other party seemed to have no interest in him.

……