The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

【What happened just now? 】

[Which is Painted Skin Ghost? ? ? ? 】

[...It's actually Monday? ? ? ? 】

[I really didn't guess...]

Not only the audience in the live broadcast room, but no one guessed it, even Su Nanzhi, who later witnessed Zhou Yi's transformation from a human to a ghost, didn't expect it.

Obviously that person was helping him unscrew the lid not long ago, a simple and honest big brother, and in the blink of an eye, a ghost crawled out of his body!

Su Nanzhi had a little difficulty accepting it, he took off the tissue covering his face, and wiped away his tears.

"Brother Zhou...why did he become like that?" Su Nanzhi's voice was rustling, with a hint of tears.

Gu Jingshuang pursed her lips.

After reaching a safe place, he gasped and said, "Painted Skin Ghost does not belong to this dungeon, and its ability to kill people is limited. But once invited into the house, it will have the ability to parasitize."

After speaking, he looked at Su Nanzhi.

The other party's long eyelashes were covered with crystal drops of water, and his crimson lips were slightly parted, looking ignorant.

"Forget it." Gu Jingshuang walked leisurely, "Hide for a while, and look for clues to "The Beauty in the Picture" by the way."

Su Nanzhi said yes sullenly.

I heard the voice of the system in my head——

"Congratulations to the host for achieving the title of [Because of Love]! Atmosphere value +10! Point reward is 1."

Su Nanzhi: "Huh?!!!"

Gu Jingshuang walked in front, stopped for a while, and glanced at Su Nanzhi with cold eyes.

"Is something wrong?"

Su Nanzhi quickly changed the subject: "What is the clue of "The Beauty in the Picture"?"

Gu Jingshuang walked in front: "Before each copy comes in, some people will get a clue to clear the customs. The clue I got..."

He glanced at Su Nanzhi thoughtfully.

Su Nanzhi tasted something from his eyes.

He exchanged the points for two special lollipops, limited to cherry blossom flavor in spring.

As if to please, he circled Gu Jingshuang's little finger with his fingers.

Pass the sunny spring and the romantic cherry blossoms to his hand: "Is it okay to have limited flavors?"

Just a lollipop...

Gu Jingshuang looked at his puppy-like eyes.

Clean and clear pupils, black and white.

After experiencing life and death, he still has a heart of innocence.

"...Give it to me." Gu Jingshuang put the sugar away, "The original copy of "The Beauty in the Picture" was called "The Grudge in the Picture", and it was renamed before the official land reclamation. The clues I got, they have no face."

"They don't even have faces?" Su Nanzhi's scalp tingled, "But we haven't even seen the painting yet."

Gu Jingshuang smiled lightly: "No, I have already seen it."

Su Nanzhi stumbled, and the wooden floor opened a crack.

The lights on the floor were dim, and a bulge could be vaguely seen on the floor.

Su Nanzhi reached out to touch the hard frame, Gu Jingshuang came over and picked him up, kicking him off the floor.

The ground was lifted layer by layer, and there was a picture frame.

The noble and elegant little prince is sitting on an olive green sofa, holding a bone china teacup, drinking afternoon tea, with a black dog beside him.

That was when Su Nanzhi was in her teens.

The adoptive father came back from a business trip, bringing new tea leaves, new cups, and a little black dog.

After brewing new tea that day, his adoptive father took a paintbrush to draw for him.

But now, on the painting that should be his face, there is no face...

·

living room.

The gears of the shattered music box turned.

A long and gloomy song echoed throughout the villa.

"Come hide and seek."

"Use mom's head, dad's hand, let's fuse together."

"A crayon stained with blood..."

"One circle, one circle..."

"Jie Jie... I found you."

"Hoo hoo... who played such a scary song?"

After the Painted Skin Ghost incident broke out, Zhao Bin was the first to escape from the crowd.

In the real world, he is a sports student with strong explosive power, and he has already climbed to the fourth floor in two or three moves.

It's already come up like this, even if it's a painted skin ghost, it can only chase people layer by layer, right?

He breathed a sigh of relief, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Finally, Wang Xingzhi was tricked.

Very popular!

He has a half-sister who has been dependent on each other for many years.

Not long ago, my younger sister entered the game and paid the required entry fee. It was the team led by Wang Xingzhi.

Due to too little payment, the younger sister became the first batch of victims.

Afterwards, the family members of the deceased asked for an apology and an explanation. Wang Xingzhi only said that "life and death are life and death", and the fans of the Wang team were even more angry-is it wrong to sacrifice a small number of people and bring most people out of the dungeon?

Things are left behind.

But in Zhao Bin's heart, this matter will never pass!

He is not afraid of ghosts or death!

As long as you can take revenge, you are not afraid of anything.

So, when he saw the dead Lin Xiaofeng, his brain went mad with fear, what was left in the end was——

Since people must die, why not Wang Xingzhi?

He concealed the matter of Painted Skin Ghost, and even deliberately led the ghost to possess Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi held the evidence of Wang Xingzhi accepting bribes in his hand, as long as he died... Wang Xingzhi would definitely be hurt!

"Happy! Wang Xingzhi, just wait for the car to overturn!" Zhao Bin panted heavily: "Sister, brother finally avenged you. Sister... woo woo woo."

"Sister... who is your good sister? What kind of face does he have? Hee hee..."

In an instant, boundless darkness rushed over.

"Who! Who is pretending to be a ghost!" Cold sweat dripped from Zhao Bin's forehead.

Beads of sticky sweat slid down the outline, but it was like a ghost's cold arm, pressing against his cheek inch by inch.

Zhao Bin swallowed, and slapped himself on the cheek.

Pain took over for an instant, temporarily dispelling his fear.

Zhao Bin scolded angrily: "Come out if you have the ability!"

"Hee hee... Welcome to my studio. From now on, don't move~"

In the darkness, a white shadow emerged.

Looking at it from a distance, it is not clear, only two dark pupils can be seen, and blood is constantly oozing out.

He walked slowly, and he didn't seem to intend to come over.

Zhao Bin tried to slow down his breathing.

"Huh, huh..."

do not be afraid.

As long as the death condition is not triggered.

Can't move.

Just don't move.

Zhao Bin swallowed his saliva twice, feeling a little itchy on his eyelids.

He moved his eyelids and opened his eyes.

"Hee hee~"

A pair of empty eye sockets were facing his eyeballs.

"Ahhhh——" Zhao Bin couldn't hold back, yelled loudly, and fell to the ground.

"Those who are disobedient will be punished..."

Finished!

Zhao Bin realized that he had triggered the death condition.

He was about to speak, but found that his lips were glued together.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Zhao Bin ran desperately, and the long corridor seemed to have no end.

No, absolutely can't stop!

Zhao Bin wanted to call for help, but when his lips moved, he felt heart-piercing pain.

Finally, there was a little light in front of his eyes, and he was ecstatic and wanted to rush over.

"Hmm..." Help me!

He grabbed the other man's shoulder, and the man turned his head slowly.

"Hee hee~ I caught you..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

·

Suddenly a painting appeared in the living room.

The young man on the screen is wearing a heavy and vintage hoodie with a collar and a vest.

The boy has a slender waist and a body that has not yet grown up, retaining a youthful softness.

And gradually up.

On the face that should have been delicate, there was a distorted expression on Zhao Bin's face.

His eyebrows showed the word "囧", his nose was cut off alive, two paintbrushes were stuck in his nostrils, his eyeballs were dug out, and his lips were painted with red paint.

·

"senior……"

"Senior...Senior is so pretty~ I also want to have a face like Senior's."

"Senior is beautiful and beautiful, and his skin is so delicate and smooth...Senior, I love you!"

Monday is no longer Monday.

His body was taken away by Painted Skin Ghost, half of his mind was fused.

In his consciousness, his humble liking accompanied by vigorous desire became the bait of Painted Skin Ghost.

At the same time, this desire is too strong, even though he has become a ghost.

Still retain the obsession.

Humble, evil flower that blooms from the dust.

Want to pull the gods down from the altar.

Crying half on Monday, laughing at the same time, the flesh and blood of the body was shed little by little, leaving only the soul and full of love for Su Nanzhi.

He began to thin, his body began to shrink.

He turned into a painted skin ghost.

what.

His beautiful senior.

On the third floor.

Su Nanzhi frowned and straightened the drawing board.

Use the energy of breastfeeding to break the other floor.

The wooden floor that Gu Jingshuang easily lifted off just now became extremely hard in his hands.

"Why can't you break it, huh!"

Gu Jingshuang picked him up and put him aside: "I'll do it."

he comes?

But he is a sick child...

Sure enough, I still blame myself for being too weak.

Su Nanzhi felt a little uncomfortable, feeling that she was dragging Gu Jingshuang down.

Although Gu Jingshuang was usually sick, she was very reliable at this time.

With a light movement of his hands, a layer of skin has been peeled off the floor, and all the exposed places are all kinds of paintings.

[Ah, what a pervert! ! ! 】

[Is this the true face of the beauty in the painting? 】

[It’s so perverted, I like it so much——]

[Please think about it, every night when you sleep, the ghosts in the painting are actually looking at you...]

[Mom, it's too scary! ! ! 】

[But they are really a good match when they are together! ! ! 】

[Something is wrong upstairs.Take Gu Shen away, we don’t make an appointment~]

……

"Are you afraid?" Gu Jingshuang rarely smiled.

What a coward.

Su Nanzhi was actually not afraid.

It's just that the habit of resenting ghosts in the painting is too bad!

These are all painted by him! ! !

How can you lift up the floor of the house when the master is not at home! ! !

He also used all the paintings drawn by his adoptive father as floorboards! ! !

And ruined all the faces on it! ! !

It's like, I hate him very much! ! !

Not even his face left...

and many more.

After his death, his adoptive father brought another boy back.

That boy, didn't his adoptive father paint for him?

What was that boy like?

Who is the grieving ghost in the painting?

"It's very strange." Su Nanzhi squatted down and reached out to touch the painting on the floor. He exhaled and looked up at Gu Jingshuang, his almond eyes were full of honey-colored light.

Gu Jingshuang raised his lower eyelids, hung his hands in his bag, and touched the special cherry blossom lollipop.

In that useless system.

Everyone is busy buying life-saving supplies.

Only this little fool enjoys the only sweet fragrance in hell.

"What's strange?" Gu Jingshuang asked.

There was light in the eyes of the little idiot, and there was no fear in the pupils, but a kind of intense joy.

"It's so strange, as long as you are by my side, I can calm down and think."

He emphasized it again.

"Really~"