I Am Liked by Non-human Beings and Surrounded by Barrage

Jia Luo looked at the surrounding architectural style, sighed deeply, and then made a casual remark.

"Castlevania?" The female reporter froze for a moment.

"A game." Jia Luo said casually.

Suddenly, he was stunned, and his expression became extremely strange.

"Dracula... Dracula?"

The pronunciation of the two seems to be very close.

"No, no, no, I must be wrong. Otherwise, those people named Alexander would all be Alexanders."

Jia Luo quickly rubbed his forehead, throwing away the random thoughts in his mind, it was too unreliable.

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But the audience masters were stunned for a moment, thinking that the protagonist's guess is very reasonable.

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"Looking around, it really looks like a Castlevania..."

"To be honest, I don't know if it's Castlevania, I just know that if it's really Castlevania, I'm not surprised at all..."

"Yeah, I'm used to it..."

"Thinking about it carefully, there seems to be nothing in Castlevania. After all, this world is full of gods and ghosts..."

"The ones in front are not everywhere, it's just that there are so many around the protagonist."

"So, I feel that the protagonist deserves to be the protagonist, so happy!"

"Happiness?! Is this also called happiness?"

"I can encounter so many supernatural things. I'm so envious. If I can change it, I can travel through instead of the protagonist!"

"If it's possible to change, I think the protagonist agrees in seconds..."

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Please remove the word "second" and just say yes in an instant.

As I said before, if someone can change with him, he will immediately agree without frowning.

But, unfortunately, this kind of thing can't be changed!

Jia Luo sighed, and then continued to think about Castlevania.

Although I don't want to admit it.

But the more he ruled out this idea, the more Jia Luo felt that the surrounding architectural style was a bit like a vampire.

There are tall reliefs, various luxurious decorations, and large red carpets.

In addition, this house has completely changed its appearance, and the space is so huge that it is like a maze.

"It can't really be in Castlevania..."

The corner of Jia Luo's mouth twitched, feeling a little speechless.

Don't say it, just like the audience masters said:

There really is nothing impossible in this world.

Don't get me wrong, the above statement is not some inspirational chicken soup, saying that you can change the world or something.

It was Jia Luo who understood deeply from his own experience that he would not be surprised at all by any kind of mess in this damned world.

just in case……

Well, Jia Luo now has a feeling that he might really be in Castlevania.

But there is a problem, he doesn't have a guy on hand!

And even if there are guys, there is no way to fight monsters and upgrade in the real world. You can start with skeleton soldiers, upgrade little by little, and finally challenge those powerful bosses.

If it's really Castlevania, wouldn't it mean that I'm going to die here?

However, regardless of whether it is Castlevania or not, just look at it now, this house has become a place where monsters run rampant.

Even if it's not Castlevania, the risk is estimated to be about the same.

"If I die, I must go to Miss Dress to claim my life. The part-time job she recommended kills people..."

Jia Luo muttered to himself with a sigh.

Suddenly, he saw the female reporter staring blankly at him, and couldn't help but feel a little strange, but he immediately understood, isn't this the most common way to turn around and kill her?

Before a cold breath rushed to his back, he suddenly realized that there was a problem.

So he turned to the side in an instant, left his original position, and at the same time quickly turned his head to look behind him.

"he he he he he……"

It was a shrill, shrill laugh, like the disgusting laugh that those old witches with hooked noses used to make.

The tattered skirt, suspended in mid-air, the illusory yet real female monster let out a sharp laugh, as if mocking them.

The delicate and beautiful face was completely festered, and the facial features were distorted and terrifying. Red flesh kept falling from the face, and the hands and feet were as thin as bones wrapped in rotten skin.

She stared at Jia Luo and the female reporter with dull and cold eyes, and the female reporter quickly felt a biting cold, and couldn't help but take a step back.

Jia Luo was taken aback, but didn't run away, but asked inexplicably on the spot: "Can you speak?"

"Kill you, kill you, kill you, hee hee hee hee..."

The banshee was still a female ghost, she didn't answer Jia Luo's question, but let out a frenzied and hideous laugh on her own.

An energy entity radiates in all directions like a sound wave.

The female reporter covered her ears in pain. Just before she felt even more painful, Jia Luo stood in front of her, and the feeling of pain disappeared immediately. At the same time, she heard Jia Luo muttering to himself:

"Looks like a fool..."

Seeing that screaming was useless, the banshee let out a furious roar. She grabbed the rotten flesh on her face and tore off strips of rotten flesh. Before the flesh fell to the ground, it turned blue The mist returned to her face.

Through the barrage, Jia Luo saw the audience's gentlemen say this, and he was instantly determined.

It seems that the other party is an energy body.

That's nothing to be afraid of.

The next question is how to let her seek her own death.

Just as he was thinking about how to lure the banshee over, suddenly the banshee let out an even more terrifying howl.

Staring at the two of them with gloomy eyes, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, and swooped over with howls, his hands were like sharp claws, glowing coldly.

Easy to tear off...

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The banshee flew backward faster than she swooped, and at the same time, her mouth was no longer the scalp-numbing wailing, but the heart-piercing howl when she felt the pain. Call.

Jia Luo hurriedly asked where she had gone.

The gentlemen in the audience and the female reporter pointed out a direction at the same time, and Jia Luo didn't hesitate anymore, and rushed out immediately.

With a bang.

He heard the sound of hitting something, and the moment Jia Luo heard the sound, he reached out and grabbed something that looked like a thin bamboo pole.

This is probably the banshee's hand, holding hands, it sounds a bit ambiguous.

However, at this time, Jia Luo had no such ambiguous thoughts in his mind at all, and he directly pulled the banshee towards him, and the banshee's body was tightly attached to the wall composed of bullet screens with zero distance, sending out The sound of howling and hissing mixed.

Jia Luo couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic. He also used this trick when dealing with the female ghost before.

Female ghosts are much easier to deal with than skeletons.

At least he thought so.

With the last howl, the female ghost stopped screaming.

After the barrage disappeared, to the surprise of Jia Luo and the audience, the banshee did not disappear, but appeared in a coma.

So she is not an energy body, but a half-energy body?

With a ding dong, the system sound that had been offline for a long time suddenly sounded.

[Congratulations to the host for triggering the task: solving the mystery of Professor Degu]

"No, I don't want to solve the mystery of Professor Degu at all, and I'm not the heroine, so I just want to go out."

At this time, the system jumped out. Sure enough, is it the system's fault? Jia Luo's face suddenly became strange.

The system was silent for a while.

【Mission name correction: leave here】

[Task premise: Solve the mystery of Professor Degu]

Should I say that the system service is considerate... Jia Luo didn't know what to say.

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Author's message:

PS1, and skinny skulls, tease nerves

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Seeing that Jia Luo suddenly spoke into the air, the female reporter froze for a moment, and realized that Jia Luo's illness had flared up again.

Intermittent schizophrenia, getting worse.