Fast time travel, did the host kill the villain today?

"Hee hee, bumping evil... hee hee..."

In the chatter and debate, the voice of the woman in the red dress is always exceptionally clear, and it is also the most attractive to attract everyone's attention, making them calm down and look at her together.

One crop after another, even the projects that the tour group deliberately arranged for them can't help but make people angry.

They came out for a trip to relax. This is a funeral team and a crazy woman. What kind of horror game do you want them to play together? Is there something wrong?

"I want to complain! Lose money!" In the penultimate row, a fat and strong aunt took out her mobile phone angrily and wanted to call the tourist center.

The bloated finger opened the screen to see the red signal prompt, and she was so angry that she gasped and gasped: "The signal is blocked, okay, what kind of tour group, I'm afraid it's not a liar."

Dissatisfaction piled up in the hearts of the passengers, but they were not as irritable as the aunt. Looking at her distorted face, the people around subconsciously avoided them, not wanting to get too close to such a person.

At the same time, the car door opened with a "creak".

The sound of the rotating shaft sliding was loud. Some people noticed that the eyes of those who were motionless in front of the windshield suddenly turned around and looked straight into the car. Many people screamed in fright.

But because the mourners just rolled their eyes and didn't make any other movements, the fear was quickly suppressed.

The sky didn't know when it darkened and became numb. The lights of the bus were turned on and the pale faces were illuminated by the lights.

No one dared to get out of the car.

The person who stood on tiptoe to see the driver just now tentatively asked those mourners: "Excuse me, do you know how to get to Lianghong Hotel? Also, did you see where the driver went just now?"

brush--

The eyes of the people outside moved at the same time, staring at the person who spoke, they were like sensors that only responded to sound.

The passengers felt their scalps go numb, their faces paler than the white paper on the wreath, and they quickly retreated to the others, never daring to speak a word again.

For a while, no one dared to move.

I don't know how long it took, but when it was so long that someone in the car was about to fall asleep leaning against the seat, the five young people in the fourth row suddenly got up.

As soon as they moved, the men and women of their age in the first three rows of the carriage also stood up.

"Senior, are we going out?" Someone asked.

"Well, waiting like this is not an option." The boy with hair in the fourth row nodded in response, and took out a flashlight from his schoolbag, "Do you want to go out with me?"

"We'll be with you, senior." The students echoed.

"I want to be together too." Shen Mochi muttered in a low voice, glanced at the female ghost in the outer seat in fear, stood up tremblingly while leaning on the seat.

There are [-] or [-] students on this bus who organized a trip together, and two-thirds of them went as soon as they moved. Do those few people in the car.

The female ghost was sitting next to the corridor, and Shen Mochi had to pass by the female ghost if he wanted to get out. Coupled with the reason of fear, the people who got out of the car were very close to each other, and Shen Mochi couldn't get in at all.

When there were only two people left in the carriage, Shen Mochi rushed into it.

As soon as he took a step, the aunt behind him pushed him hard, and cursed: "What are you grabbing, rushing to reincarnate?! Really, you are going to die!"

Shen Mochi was unprepared, but the aunt was merciless. The boy fell backwards, with his head on the window and the sound was loud, his left foot was blocked by the steps, and the sound of dislocation of joints when he fell was nothing more than a knock on the ground. The movement on the window was a second slower.

As soon as the talent fell down, Shen Mochi felt a chill and severe pain in his ankle, and there was the giggling of the female ghost in his ears.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'm just passing by, I'll burn some more paper for you when I go back!" The boy's teeth chattered, but his articulate words were very clear.

Duan Changwen stopped and looked sideways, his eyes stayed there for less than a second before moving away. The person who was about to walk on the ground came back to his senses and hugged her leg very quickly.

"Sister help me, I don't want to stay here alone."

"Sister, please."

The skin on the boy's forehead was cut, and a meandering bloodstain flowed across half of his face along the wound. His eyes were full of fear, and he stared at Duan Changwen with red sockets. He didn't dare to blink his eyes, for fear that the only person in the carriage would disappear like this.

Duan Changwen is a third-year student at Jinchen University, and he received the same game reminder as Chufeng when he came here this time.

The difference is that Duan Changwen came here alone, but Chufeng organized a tour group in the name of traveling, and brought a group of innocent students into the game.

Duan Changwen didn't want to be nosy, but as a senior, she couldn't refuse her request to help her junior.

After a little hesitation, the girl bent down and helped the boy on the ground up.

Shen Mochi's eyes lit up, and when the girl reached out her hand, she wrapped her arms around the other's neck.

Duan Changwen: "..."

Without arguing with his junior, Duan Changwen pushed the boy's hand aside and led him out of the car.

In the carriage, the woman in the red dress had long since disappeared, leaving only two pools of bright red blood in the seat where she sat.

After Duan Changwen helped Shen Mochi get out of the car, the others had already left.

As soon as the two of them got out of the car door, the faces of the mourners in front of them, who were originally facing other places, immediately aimed at the two of them, and their cold eyes fell on them.

The boy trembled and subconsciously wanted to find a place to hide, but before he could move, Duan Changwen quickly let go of him and took a step back.

"Sit down first, and I'll look at your feet for you."

The girl's voice was cold and soft, and Shen Mochi's flustered emotions were soothed, and he slowly bowed and sat on a stone on the ground.

After the boy sat down, Duan Changwen squatted down skillfully, and held his exposed red and swollen ankle: "What's your name? Which major?"

"Ah? My name is Shen Mochi, a freshman from the art department... Awwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Sister, take it easy!"

"Okay." Duan Changwen stood up while the other party was not paying attention, "Follow me closely, don't fall behind."

"Okay, thank you sister."

Shen Mochi was half-believing, tentatively got up and moved a few times, and then limped after Duan Changwen after he was sure that it didn't hurt.

"Sister, what's your name? Which department are you from?"

"Duan Changwen, martial arts department."

"And it's the last martial arts champion." 113 answered in the sea of ​​consciousness, "What about hugging the hero's thigh as promised by the host? You're with the villain, be careful that she tricks you to death."

"Sister is so beautiful, she must be a good person!" Shen Mochi cheerfully refuted the system in his heart, "Sister is so powerful, a martial arts champion, don't you know kung fu?"

113:"……"

Is there any special law of attraction between the host and the villain?Why is every world inexplicably mixed with villains?
The villain attracts a mentally handicapped host?

Or is the mentally retarded host attracting perverted villains?
Not to mention anything else, but in the end it has nothing to do with the mental retardation of the host.

The two faced the darkness, and within a few minutes of walking out, the originally quiet funeral procession sounded suona and howling again.

Shen Mochi howled and hugged Duan Changwen's arm tightly.

Duan Changwen frowned, took Shen Mochi's hand and quickened his pace.

Asking for a five-star praise, my dears, the score has dropped a bit fiercely, although I am a dish, if you don’t like it, please don’t hurt it.