Horror game: Help the ghosts make choices at the beginning

"The anchor looks like he's going to die."

"It should be those ceramic dolls that are possessing him and sucking the life out of him."

"What a miserable anchor. Light incense silently..."

In the live broadcast room, a group of water friends clearly witnessed Yang Zhuo's changes.

After running out of the office, his expression became even weirder.

The physical changes are also greater.

In the blink of an eye, there were several more dolls in his arms.

The water friends were all shocked.

Fortunately, the anchor also knew how to run to Jiang Ye's security booth.

But it is a pity that Jiang Ye is not here at this time.

The security booth was locked, and there was no one inside.

A group of water friends watched Yang Zhuo shivering, then found a corner and huddled up.

At first, my whole body was shaking, but later on, the frequency of shaking became less and less.

It's like, going to sleep.

Just when many water friends thought he was going to die, a blurry figure appeared in the distance behind the white mist.

The figure was carrying something and gradually approaching.

The appearance is becoming clearer and clearer.

"It's Brother Ye! Brother Ye is back!"

"Anchor, you are so lucky! Don't sleep! Wake up!"

"Hold on! I want to watch Brother Ye's live broadcast for a few more days."

A group of water friends suddenly became excited.

The barrage area also started to boil.

……

"Who?"

Yang Zhuo raised his head and saw a hazy figure standing not far away.

Can't see clearly.

Jiang Ye looked him up and down, and it was obvious that something was wrong with him.

There was an aura of death surrounding him.

"Why are you squatting here?" Jiang Ye unlocked the door of the security booth, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Yang Zhuo's rigid thinking took a few seconds before he started to think a little, "Boss?"

"Boss...is that you?"

Jiang Ye: "Yeah."

"Great... Boss, do you have any tools to drive things away?"

Yang Zhuo raised his hand extremely stiffly and dug around in his arms, "I'll trade it with you for other props..."

But I don’t know if it’s because the movements are too stiff or because I misremember where the props are stored.

He didn't take out anything for a long time, and his movements became slower and slower.

Jiang Ye's eyes glanced at the large bulging bag in his arms, but he couldn't tell what it was.

But he could feel a dangerous aura, and his intuition told him not to touch it casually.

"It's not like you're simply possessed. Exorcism tools may not work."

"what?"

Yang Zhuo opened his mouth and was stunned. After a few seconds of delay, he continued: "What, what should I do?"

Jiang Ye: "Did you dig anything where I grew things?"

Yang Zhuo looked at him blankly, his hand still holding a stiff posture when taking out something.

Jiang Ye thought for a while and said, "I have an idea. I don't know if it will work. Do you want to try it?"

Yang Zhuo still looked at him blankly, and after another two seconds of delay, two tears suddenly slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"Boss...help me..."

I don't want to die.

Although the horror world is scary, although the ghosts are scary.

But still want to live.

Want to go back alive...

Unfortunately, his mind and body are getting stiffer and stiffer.

He couldn't even tell whether he made a sound or not.

"Don't cry, don't cry, we can still save you."

Jiang Ye scratched his head and put down the tool box.

He strode forward, switched professions between [Cleaner] and [Doctor], and then slapped Yang Zhuo on the head.

The passive skill [Healing Aura] failed to trigger.

【Clean】Successfully used.

It flows from the top of the head into the body like a clear spring in summer, immediately dispelling the coldness and pollution in the body.

Yang Zhuo's consciousness also became clear for a moment.

At that moment, two thoughts flashed through his mind.

——It hurts so much from being slapped on the head.

——The boss took action.

Before he could think more, he felt the chill in his arms again.

A chill entered his body and quickly spread throughout his body.

The body that had not yet calmed down continued to stiffen.

Those ceramic dolls are still causing trouble...

"Boss..."

He was about to respond to Jiang Ye about the situation, but the next second, he felt as if he was being lifted up.

Like garbage, being dragged away.

Then he threw it to the ground.

Yang Zhuo:? ? ?

Then, the boss started digging nearby and dug a deep pit.

I couldn't tell how deep it was, but there was a lot of dirt around it.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand tremblingly, "Boss... I can still rescue you..."

But in fact, in Jiang Ye's eyes.

After using the [Clean] skill successfully, Yang Zhuo's condition only improved a little.

Let alone raising your hand, it seems very laborious to move your fingers.

He carried him to the piece of dirt opposite the security booth. Because Yang Zhuo's body was too stiff, dragging him was like dragging an object.

Jiang Ye took out the shovel from the security booth and started digging.

After digging a pit as high as a person, Yang Zhuo was buried in it.

When he was buried in it, Yang Zhuo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out at all.

Jiang Ye filled the soil beside him, not filling it too tightly to ensure a certain degree of softness.

In order to prevent Yang Zhuo from being squeezed to death by the soil, several things were put inside to isolate some space.

By the way, he said a word of relief: "Whether you can be rescued depends on your luck."

He had noticed something was wrong with Yang Zhuo early on.

But the trouble is that Jiang Ye doesn't know what he is encountering, and he can't prescribe the right medicine.

Although after coming out of the mental hospital, his strength in all aspects has increased.

But in this medium-sized city, Jiang Ye still didn't dare to be too big.

Just like the magazine Sui gave, if you are not careful, you will fall into a passive state.

Yang Zhuo didn't mention it, and he didn't bother to get involved in this trouble.

But seeing the person dying in front of him, Jiang Ye could only save him.

As for whether he can survive, it's up to him.

After burying the soil, Jiang Ye looked at the "black grass" grown by Hell's Chef next to him and said:

"Be picky about your food and don't eat everything. Save it for others."

Although I don’t know what the hell Yang Zhuo provoked,

But if the black grass can digest the thing buried in the soil before, it should also have some effect on Yang Zhuo's current situation.

It really doesn't work...

It just depends on the [Gardener]'s skills to see if he can grow Yang Zhuo again.

Anyway, it's all buried in the ground now.

If the rescue fails, try it as a seed.

……

【small theater】

Jiang Ye: Before the ghost thing could react, he buried the person with the soil.

Yang Zhuo: Boss, I can still save you a little more...

Ceramic doll:? ? ? Why are you back in the soil again? ?

Heicao: Don't worry, don't worry, come one by one, come one by one. Too much to finish in one bite.