A sickly beauty becomes a god in a horror game

Xue Tao felt his heart beating very fast.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down as much as possible.

Don't worry about it, as long as you act like you don't know, nothing will happen.

But the breath of the people around him became colder and colder.

And it was just sticking to his back, as if someone had put a large chunk of ice on his back, making his back go from cold to cold to aching, and gradually taking away the warmth from his whole body.

Xue Tao didn't dare to move.

But it was getting colder and colder, and his body was still stiff for a long time, so he couldn't take it anymore, so he moved his legs.

With this movement, the people behind him also moved.

Xue Tao could hear a slight rubbing sound behind him, as if he had turned over.

After that, the freezing temperature disappeared.

Xue Tao felt a little uncertain for a while, and the temperature on his body was gradually warming up, which made him finally sure that the thing had really gone.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned over, as his stiff and uncomfortable body was relieved.

The next moment, something landed on his forehead.

It was cold, a bit like a snowflake.

Xue Tao was inevitably stiff again.

The freezing temperature covered him again, this time Xue Tao opened his eyes.

He saw Zhang Yiping, who had been thrown beyond recognition, covered with a layer of ice and snow, just above his head.

What appears to be huge red butterfly wings grow from his back, allowing him to float in the air.

Xue Tao didn't know if it was because of the cold, but his teeth kept chattering.

Zhang Yiping stared at Xue Tao steadfastly, his unrepentant appearance made people feel chills in the bottom of his heart.

Xue Tao didn't want to die.

He didn't know why Zhang Yiping came back like this, but he didn't want to die.

He didn't know where the courage came from, and he rushed out from the side at once, and stuck out of the tent without looking back.

Xue Tao ran forward desperately, he didn't even dare to look back.

He didn't know how long he had been running, but his physical strength was exhausted, so he could only stop and gasp for breath, as the cold air poured into his lung cavity, making his body start to feel chilly again.

Xue Tao finally looked back, and then he fell to the ground in horror.

Zhang Yiping was right behind him, lying behind Xue Tao from the beginning to the end, he was as light as a butterfly, so Xue Tao couldn't feel it at all, but as long as he turned his head, he could see it.

Xue Tao kept backing away, the fear of death made him start to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for being obsessed with ghosts for a while, I beg you to let me go!"

"Yiping, look at the sake of our two friends for so many years, please let me go, I really didn't mean it!"

Xue Tao kowtowed to him while talking, crying bitterly, looking very pitiful.

Zhang Yiping stared at him and suddenly smiled.

"Don't you think that I stole your fate?"

Xue Tao froze.

This thought was only in his mind, he never said it.

But Zhang Yiping's voice was still coming faintly.

"Since you want my fate so much, I will give it to you now."

Xue Tao opened his eyes wide in horror, turned around and wanted to run, but it was too late.

He was lifted up high, brought into the sky, and then fell down from the sky.

Just like when Zhang Yiping died.

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have killed him." Xue Tao said quietly.

His face became unrecognizable, and his limbs twisted weirdly.

"I shouldn't kill him, but I should find a way to borrow his life after I go out. It's a pity..."

The crowd fell silent for a while.

Xue Tao has already fixed his eyes on the next person.

"It's your turn."

Bai Cha yawned in the snowdrift and patted Ah Huang on the shoulder.

"Ah Huang, it's your turn."

With the end of the third story, the surrounding area has completely become the domain of the ghost behind the scene.

There are still five stories, which are not short, but before the end of the five stories, Baicha must find a way to kill these people and deduce the complete plot.

Otherwise, she would have to fight that ghost, but all her attacking skills and props were forbidden to be used in this game.

Based on the three current stories, all three of these people have died in the "past".

But how can a person die in the past?
Or can a dead person still grow like a normal person?
How can it be?

Sun Qipeng died at a young age, but now his appearance has reached the age of marriage.

Wang Yurou died here, but she is now the same age as Sun Qipeng.

Xue Tao died when he was young, but he is now in his 30s.

There are butterflies in everyone's stories, which may have something to do with them waiting for Chidie in the dark.

Red Butterfly represents obsession, or in other words, it can "realize obsession".

In other words, this obsession can be said to be some kind of wish.

So they collectively waited for the arrival of the butterflies in the dark night because they wanted to fulfill a special desire in their hearts, which made sense.

What about Li Zhenzhen?
What is the relationship between Li Gui and Li Zhenzhen in that set?
Is it me?
or something else?

Try it anyway.

The next person to tell the story is Zhu Qisheng, another young man in the team who seems to be of college age.

"The story I want to tell is also something that happened when I was a child."

"My family is very unfortunate, because I have a father who likes domestic violence. In my entire memory of my original family, more than half of it is the memory of my mother and me being beaten."

"There is still a small half, and my mother and I depend on each other."

The surrounding scene gradually appeared a somewhat dilapidated, small and messy room.

The woman is screaming for mercy, but that doesn't stop the abuser.

The woman soon became covered in bruises and curled up on the ground, trying to protect her head.

Zhu Qisheng hid in the cabinet, watching everything outside through the gap.

He covered his head in fear, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Because he knew very well that after his mother was beaten, he should become him.

Sure enough, when the mother's resistance gradually weakened, the man panted heavily and looked towards the wardrobe with a stick in his hand.

With a grim expression on his face, he pulled open the cabinet.

"Little bastard, I knew you were hiding here! Get out!"

"What? Are you happy to see your mother being beaten?"

Along with his words, there was also the stick in his hand.

Zhu Qisheng kept begging for mercy.

"Dad! Dad, I was wrong, please let me go, don't hit me again!"

But this is of no use. The other party just finished drinking, and he will not stop until he beats up both mother and child.

Zhu Qisheng felt hopeless.

When will such a day be the beginning?