A sickly beauty becomes a god in a horror game

A scream came from Baicha's direction, but not Baicha's voice.

Her face gradually changed, and then turned into Wang Yurou's.

And Wang Yurou, who was standing there, gradually changed into the appearance of Baicha.

Everyone looked horrified, and Sun Qipeng next to Baicha took several steps back.

Bai Cha looked at them with a smile.

"What a bunch of idiots, they all guessed that I'm going to let you kill each other, how dare you do it!"

Attacking props cannot be used. In fact, the restriction is not too big, because there are too many easy-to-use props.

It's also her flower of lies, which can't be used now, or if she uses a skill, she won't need to spend her points.

Wang Yurou clutched her neck and fell into the snow, looking at the crowd begging for help.

But Xue Tao's knife was very accurate, directly piercing her main artery.

Wang Yurou finally locked her eyes on Sun Qipeng.

But Sun Qipeng didn't dare to come over at all.

Wang Yurou opened her eyes wide, and at this moment saw the female ghost lying on top of Sun Qipeng.

The pale and rotten fat-like texture caused panic to appear in her eyes.

She pointed at Sun Qipeng, and everyone looked over immediately, but they saw nothing.

"Okay, I won't play with you anymore. As I said, the game has just begun."

Bai Cha took a step back, and the ground rolled up the wind and snow out of thin air, making it impossible for everyone to open their eyes. She took advantage of the situation and put on the invisibility cloak, creating the illusion that she had disappeared.

As for the wind and snow that rolled up, it was of course Ah Huang's efforts.

Without white tea, the atmosphere in the venue became weird.

Now it is certain that Bai Cha is not human, but are all of you here human?

And want to leave but can't.

"Brother Tao, I have a question." Zhu Qisheng looked at Wang Yurou on the ground and said vigilantly, "Aren't you afraid of ghosts? Why did you dare to kill Li Zhenzhen directly?"

Everyone also looked at Brother Tao very vigilantly.

At this moment, Sun Qipeng also seemed to think of something and said: "Speaking of it, you have always been guiding us to target Li Zhenzhen, haven't you? I admit that I proposed the storytelling, but... it seems that you are also guiding us!"

Xue Tao gave him a gloomy look.

"Idiot, what is the matter of telling stories!"

"As for why I targeted Li Zhenzhen, didn't I also tell you? She is not the same as us at all. Are you here to play on the snow field? Isn't it all to fulfill your wishes? But she Li Zhenzhen is really Come to play! Someone like her will ruin our business!"

Everyone's eyes flickered.

"As for me daring to kill her a second time, that's even better!" Xue Tao sneered, and said, "Do you really think ghosts are invincible?"

"Anyway, she's coming back for revenge, why not try it in advance?"

What you said makes sense.

However, everyone still had doubts in their hearts, but the knife in Xue Tao's hand was still stained with blood.

Wang Yurou on the ground has gradually lost consciousness.

Compared to Meng Weiwei who died directly in the story, Wang Yurou was killed in front of their eyes.

The most important thing is that Xue Tao, who found out that he had killed the wrong person, had no intention of saving them, and was always indifferent.

He had killed Li Zhenzhen before, which meant that he already had two lives in his hands. No one wanted to provoke such a person.

Seeing their reactions, Xue Tao knew what they were thinking, so he sneered.

"Okay, go back to sleep, and leave at dawn tomorrow."

With that said, he was the first to walk towards the tent.

Seeing that they could leave the fire, the three people who didn't tell the story immediately hugged into a tent.

Zhu Qisheng and Sun Qipeng glanced at each other and entered the tent.

Bai Cha shook his head in the snow.

In horror movies, those who are alone will die, but they are separated one by one.

Oh no, maybe this is also an interpretation of a horror story.

Why does it have to be in the story?
Because that ghost also exists in the story?

This seems to be the existence of some kind of thought power.

Baicha pondered, thinking about the relationship between the thought force itself and Chidie. Is there a relationship between them?

"You don't need to help me cover the red butterflies, I want to see them."

Ah Huang no longer helped her cover up her breath.

Bai Cha immediately felt that he was being watched.

Speaking of which, Biyun had said that no matter where she went, she would be found.

Baicha took off the invisibility cloak and stared at the night.

There are red butterflies flying over.

Their speed is very fast, and they are in the vicinity almost instantly.

But these butterflies stayed a foot away, as if there was an invisible barrier. These butterflies surrounded the place layer by layer, like a red barrier unfolded.

Baicha controlled the puppet to squat down, picked up his own body, and put it in his pocket.

There is a tingling pain coming from the fingers of her body, as if something is gnawing, and it seems that her fingers are like a chrysalis, and something is about to break out of the cocoon.

Bai Cha watched the butterflies flying all over the sky and smiled.

Then she didn't have to wear it herself, the system had already actively put on the label of a demon hunter for her.

The dazzling red light attracted the butterflies, and they flew more violently.

The boss who was hiding behind also had to come out.

These butterflies began to gather in one direction, and finally merged into a human shape.

It was a person with no face, no facial features, and it seemed that it was difficult to determine the gender. He could only see him wearing a red dress and standing in the snow field.

"Is this the ghost?"

Ah Huang said: "Yes."

"People changed?"

"Yes."

Bai Cha squinted her eyes, looking at the figure in red.

"Hello." Bai Cha said, "Are you looking for your own story?"

The figure in red obviously has no facial features, but the meaning of staring at the white tea is very clear.

Of course, the killing intent is also very clear, but he hasn't done anything yet.

"So you are the dead soul who came back at midnight. But, you don't know who you are. Is your obsession just to find your own story?"

The location of the red butterfly must be caused by obsession.

Baicha came here as a player without any background board, so it is naturally impossible to know the story of the character he is playing.

Just like the figure in front of me.

So to "find the plot".

"Do you think you are Li Zhenzhen?" Bai Cha asked again.

But still no answer.

It doesn't matter, Baicha never minds awkward chats.

"You shouldn't be called Li Zhenzhen. These people do exist. You want to know your story through them, but maybe you didn't tell them your real name from the beginning. Everyone has their own purpose when they come to the snow field. , you can’t just travel purely.”

"The only connection between the stories they tell is that every female ghost has no name, the abducted woman in Sun Qipeng's story has no name, the girl bullied in Wang Yurou's story has no name, and in Zhu Qisheng's story, the mother has no name." As for the name, as for the so-called Li Gui's father... that was more like casting a shadow on his childhood, he became the same person as his father, but he made another excuse for himself."

"Only the ghost in Xue Tao's story has a name. It's a man, so you must be a woman."

The figure in red changed a bit.

She has sex.

"Ah, so, do we have to continue telling the story? I knew I wouldn't interrupt."

Bai Cha said regretfully.

I’ve been in a bad mood recently, and it’s quite affecting my state. I don’t know what to say and want to say something, so I wish you all nothing to worry about.