A sickly beauty becomes a god in a horror game

Chapter 491 Chapter 490: [Don't wear red clothes] whether to leave
At night, the number of pedestrians on the road has gradually decreased.

Baicha and Zhang Kemeng walked across the street on skateboards, and Baicha held a piece of paper in his hand, on which was a simple map.

The young lady who worked in the convenience store didn't understand why they were going to the stadium in the middle of the night, but she thought it might be some kind of event based on their clothes.

So I didn't ask too much, but helped them find the map, and drew it with paper and pen very thoughtfully.

The stadium is quite far from here.

The young lady provided them with the route map of the night bus, but it is a pity that they are penniless.

The convenience store has some cash, but the problem is that their mobile phones don't work in this world, so they can't transfer money to cash.

So I ended up going on a skateboard.

Calculated according to the bicycle travel time on the map at that time, they would have to spend 40 minutes on this road.

Fortunately, it is not very long.

Before midnight, the two of them came outside the stadium.

Just stopped to look around, both of them quickly locked on the target.

Without it, because the figure in the red skirt hanging there on the tree is too obvious.

Dark clouds formed in the sky, covering the moonlight.

The two came to a place three meters away from the tree and stopped.

The red dress dangled on the tree, just like in a dream, until it fell to the ground.

But this kind of routine, if you use it too much, you won't feel much.

The red skirt glanced at the two of them faintly, and the eyeballs that were about to fall were covered with bloodshot eyes.

She also seemed unable to speak, for the tongue would fall out whenever she opened her mouth.

He was hanged after all.

So she finally beckoned and motioned for the two of them to pass.

But neither Zhang Kemeng nor Baicha moved.

The red skirt seemed to sigh.

She walked towards the two of them.

Then, she stretched out her hand, signaling Bai Cha to do the same.

White tea did as well.

The other party's sharp nails lightly scratched her palm, as if something was being written in her palm.

'Want to know the truth? '

Bai Cha looked at her thoughtfully.

"Why would you want to tell us the truth?"

The female ghost looked at her with some resentment.

Although beyond recognition, although unable to speak, but the emotions revealed are still very clear.

Her look seemed to say, isn't it obvious enough for me?
To be honest, from the very beginning of the game, the red dress was really friendly despite the game pop-up window that invaded the world.

She followed Bai Cha and Zhang Kemeng home, but did nothing, and even urged Bai Cha to dry her hair before going to sleep.

How to describe this feeling?
This is a bit like a red skirt, which will protect women in red skirts on rainy nights.

It's scary, but it does send them home.

While Bai Cha was meditating, the red skirt stretched out her hand again.

Bai Cha also passed her hand.

The red skirt continued to write in the palm of her hand.

'The truth is...'

Before she finished writing, she grabbed Bai Cha's wrist and pulled her towards her.

The white tea and the red skirt almost instantly pressed against each other.

The red skirt grinned, and at the same time reached for Bai Cha's heart with one hand.

But faster than the red dress was the dodder flower growing rapidly in her own palm.

The dodder flower grew directly from her fingertips and wrapped around her fingers, preventing her from harming Baicha.

The face of the red skirt changed.

This time I changed to white tea and grinned.

She clasped the red skirt's hand behind her back with one hand, and directly injected part of her strength into it.

For ghosts, this power is undoubtedly painful.

Because their power will be purified.

The red skirt let out a scream, but the dodder grew faster in her throat, blocking her voice.

Only then did Baicha let go of her hand, and looked at her leisurely.

"Scream, no one will come to save you if your throat is broken."

The red skirt opened her eyes wide.

Who is the villain among them?
Zhang Kemeng also came over, shaking his head with emotion.

"It's really a bad world, with ulterior motives, ghosts these days have to pretend to be good people first!"

Just now she really thought that the red dress belonged to a friendly NPC.

"It should be because in the previous world, there was no way to trigger the conditions to kill us. They wanted to pull us in, but they couldn't pull us in."

So I can only take the initiative to lead them the way. If they are willing to enter the world where the female ghost is, then of course she can find a way to do it.

Baicha conveniently re-hanged the female ghost on the tree, but this time she did not use her hanging rope, but the dodder flower.

"Now we can talk about the truth. Let me remind you first that if I kill you, I can also extract the memories I want from your soul fragments."

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Bai Cha also showed resentment on his face.

"Tell me, I thought you were a kind lady, and I didn't want to treat you like this..."

Red skirt: "..."

"So, for the sake of your excellent massage skills, I'll give you a chance. If you tell the truth, I won't kill you."

The red skirt stared at Bai Cha for a while, then smiled strangely.

Because her tongue is too fat, she can't speak clearly.

Bai Cha didn't understand it the first time.

"You don't speak clearly, please speak again carefully. If it doesn't work, let's do a big tongue surgery for you first."

Red skirt: "..."

She opened her mouth and jumped out word by word.

"You, you, kill, no, die, me!"

She had a smug look on her face.

"If you put it that way, there is no such thing as a case. No matter in this world or that world, you are just a ghost born from the power of people's thoughts, right?"

The female ghost is not necessarily born in a specific world, maybe she was not in this world originally.

It just used the same routine to make a piece of news and let everyone have an impression of this matter.

Then slowly deepen this impression little by little.

Until, she can establish a powerful connection with this world and use it to kill people.

The female ghost stared at her sullenly.

"There's really no way to kill you like this."

Baicha sighed.

The female ghost sneered, as if to see what you could do to me.

"But your power is only based on people's thoughts, and this kind of thing can't be changed."

Baicha smiled.

"You know what, the power gained by relying on people's word of mouth is very easy to change."

"If I find the media now and tell them the truth about the case of the woman in red hanging from a tree 20 years ago, will they be willing to come to me for an interview?"

"And when the time comes, I just need to tell them the truth... In fact, some people played a prank back then and wanted to create a social panic and create an urban legend. Will you still be here?"

As for the supernatural events caused by this female ghost, who ruled that science cannot be used to explain them?
[Ding——It is detected that the player has discovered the truth of the world. This game has been cleared. Do you want to leave the copy? 】

(End of this chapter)