Isn't it?Let me enter a horror game as a monster?

Chapter 12 Don’t mess with the devil
The moon is dark and the wind kills the night.

in the dark.

Yu Jing slowly opened his eyes.

A red light flashed.

The ghost in wedding clothes has been waiting for a long time.

Killing is a strange nature.

Especially after she became the main soul of the middle-grade magic weapon Hyakki Banner, her demonic nature became more and more intense.

Her scarlet eyes flashed with bloodthirsty impulse.

Just waiting for Yu Laomo's order.

[: It’s dark, please open your eyes, werewolf? 】

【: It’s coming, it’s hunting time! 】

[: As expected of Mr. Yu, he really takes revenge when he has a grudge...]

[: Warm reminder, the scene later is extremely bloody, minors are not allowed to watch it. 】

The audience in the live broadcast room was simply more excited than Yu Jing himself.

If a thriller game is not scary, is it still called a thriller game?

Even more terrifying than the terrifying upright ape is the villain who kills without blinking an eye.

But Yu Laomo is far above the villains.

in the screen.

Yu Jing nodded slightly, and the ghost in wedding clothes immediately understood.

The extremely dark depth radiated from her body and enveloped the entire snow mountain villa in an instant.

There are ghosts and ghosts in the forest.

Deathly silence swallowed up all sounds.

Even though the winter was howling outside and the large snowflakes were beating against the glass, there was no sound at all.

……

Room 202.

The sudden chill made Pang Dahai suddenly wake up from a nightmare as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

How can it be?

How could he be killed by Yu Laomo, whose combat power was 0?
Fortunately, the dream is reversed...

He should have killed that hateful guy with his own hands!
He glanced out the window and saw the terrible weather getting worse.

No matter how loud the noise is, it will be covered up by the snowstorm.

The next day, you can blame the guy's death on unknown villains.

He couldn't prove his innocence anyway.

Fatty got up from the bed.

In order to walk more slowly, he did not choose to put on shoes.

The cold floor was like ice, which made him shiver uncontrollably and instantly made him feel more energetic.

He tiptoed to the door and opened it slightly.

There was no one in the hallway.

After waiting for a long time to confirm that no one was watching, he carefully moved his fat body.

Fortunately, the thick carpet in the corridor even erased his slight footsteps.

Every time he passed a door, he would hold his breath and listen carefully for any strange sounds.

very good!

It didn't seem to alarm anyone.

Pang Dahai quickened his pace and arrived at the door of 206 smoothly.

He took out a skull ring and put it on his hand to activate it with ghost energy.

The skull on the ring had light in its empty eyes.

It couldn't wait to bite his fingers and suck the blood greedily.

Fatty Dahai bared his teeth in pain but did not dare to make any sound, looking at the room with a fierce look.

It seems he paid a small price for this.

After drinking heavily, a black gas came out of the skull ring's mouth and nose.

The ghostly energy wrapped around his ring-wearing hand and continued to grow.

A strange feeling like an extension of the fingers came to my heart.

The ghost spirit easily passed through the gap under the door and tied the handle inside the door.

Click!

With a subtle lock sound, 206's door was easily opened by Pang Dahai.

Looking at Yu Laomo sleeping soundly on the bed, covered with a quilt, he couldn't help but feel extremely proud.

He didn't know he was about to die, I really feel sad for this guy.

As expected of a rookie who has only completed the level once, he doesn’t understand the horror of horror games at all.

The vigilance is really bad!

Even though she was standing at the head of his bed, she could still hear his peaceful snoring.

go to hell!
Sleeping in this terrible dream forever...

Pang Dahai jumped up and jumped onto the bed, his body weighing two hundred kilograms suppressing Yu Jing's limbs.

His hands strangled his neck through the quilt.The pleasure of killing surged into his heart, causing a large amount of adrenaline to be secreted, making him extremely excited, and the strength in his hands increased a bit.

He couldn't wait to see Yu Lao Mo's painful and frightened face.

Pain!
struggle!
Pleasure me to your heart's content!
Fatty Dahai let go of one hand and slowly opened the quilt.

His hand suddenly froze there.

What caught his eye was a man with distorted features that were as green as pig liver due to suffocation, and his face was full of panic.

This face is definitely not that of Yu Lao Mo...

Since he is not Yu Lao Mo, then who is he?

A terrible thought suddenly arose in his mind.

This person is... me?

How can this be?

The strong feeling of suffocation made him feel dazed, and the severe pain in his neck almost made him faint.

The real pain came, which made him even more certain.

Do I want to kill me?

Pang Dahai opened his hands in horror and suddenly woke up from the bed.

His hands were strangling his neck tightly.

This is not a dream?

"Are you awake?"

Yu Laomo, whom he wanted to kill so much, was sitting by his bedside and sending his most sincere greetings.

Pang Dahai was shocked when he saw the remaining scene.

Why is this guy in his room?
But he soon realized that you brought this to your door on your own initiative!
Even if he killed Yu Laomo in his room, he had every reason to evade it.

If a weakling is chosen as a villain, it makes sense for him to kill him when he kills someone, right?

What Pang Dahai experienced just now was just the memory intrusion of the ghost in wedding dress.

Under the mental pollution, he had long lost his original reason.

Despite his bulky body, his movements were not slow at all. He controlled a dagger-like bone spur from the skull ring to stab Yu Jing's heart.

puff!

Flesh and flesh flew everywhere, blood was thrown, and Yu Laomo slowly fell to the ground.

Fatty Dahai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and began to laugh evilly.

This time he finally solved his serious problem.

Just as he was getting carried away, a stab of pain brought him back to reality again.

Yu Jing was still sitting on his bedside intact, motionless from beginning to end.

【: Illusion!It must be an illusion!I must have won the unlimited monthly reading. 】

[: I can only perform a show once in my life, I will kill myself...]

【: He...must regret it very much, right? 】

A bone spur pierced Pang Dahai's heart.

The feeling of weakness from the loss of blood began to frighten him.

mom!
I can't tell...

Is this a dream or reality?
It's just that Yu Laomo doesn't intend to end this interesting game yet.

Pang Dahai has repeatedly targeted him, so killing him twice is not too much, right?
In the world of Xianxia, ​​Yu Laomo can perform the art of peeling off nine races with just one look.

"Your method of extracting souls is too bad!"

"Let's see how I operate..."

Yu Laomo hummed a cheerful ditty while giving live lessons to the wedding ghost.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

When the two asked and answered questions, it didn't feel like they were killing people, but rather like they were doing academic research.

Death is not the end.

Yu Laomo has already prepared new tricks.

Human skin is paper.

Human bones serve as cups.

Human blood is oil.

Light the soul in the sealed lantern and release it.

The cold wind outside the lantern freezes the soul.

The demonic fire inside the lantern rises and incinerates everything.

Ice and Fire.

The thick mosaics in the live broadcast room made the audience's scalp numb.

What did this guy do again?
Until the moment they saw the lantern rising into the sky, everyone couldn't hold back.

【:did you see it?This is called professionalism! 】

[: This method of revenge is also very explosive in the pervert world...]

[: Does the anchor really not consider becoming a star?Xinxin·Human skin lantern. 】

[: This story warns us that we would rather provoke evil spirits than devils...]

[: Everyone should keep their eyes open when making wishes in the future. What flashes by is not necessarily a shooting star...]

(End of this chapter)