Thriller Hunting Program

Of course, the remaining two wolves could not be played by Xu Xiao. In the end, Ling Chengmu, Qin Ce, and Chang Su were still the ones to take care of one, and Guanyue Lingzi and Wu Shijiu took advantage of the buff to take down the other.

All vampires and werewolves were killed, the battle of the full moon was over, and the random teleportation stopped automatically.

The system gave players time to move freely, and the next instance of the space will be opened after two hours.

Taking advantage of the two hours of free time, Xu Xiao re-bandaged Qin Ce's wound again, and went to the kitchen that had been smashed into half-ruined ruins.

"Executive Qin, replenish your blood."

There is a subtle sense of seeing and serving pregnant women.

Qin Ce leaned against the sofa, squinting at the bowl of sugar water, his expression was calm and slightly disgusting.

"No need."

Ling Chengmu originally had a piece of chocolate and closed his eyes, but he glanced at him angrily when he heard the words: "When are you still picking and choosing? You don't even drink this, it is estimated that you will have to drink it before this competition is over. Your life has been explained - very good, your wish to die in the line of duty is about to come true again."

"I didn't know you were so nosy."

Having said that, Qin Ce still took the bowl that Xu Xiao handed over and drank the sugar water with his head up.

Xu Xiao pointed to the bottom of the bowl: "Chew the red dates too."

"..."

Everyone raced against time, taking advantage of the last hour or so to catch up on sleep, and after a while, even Chang Su faintly snored.

Xu Xiao massaged Ling Chengmu's joints, until halfway through his eyelids, he started to fight, and fell asleep after staring blankly.

Ling Chengmu thought long skirts were inconvenient, and got blood again, so she went to the wardrobe on the second floor to find a set of men's tops and overalls.

She tied her belt back to the living room and found that Qin Ce was still awake, and the two became the only sober people left on the field.

"Have you not slept yet?"

"Can't sleep."

She asked curiously, "Have the quality of sleep been so poor?"

"It's never been better."

When I was in the Time and Space Inspection Bureau, I would wake up with the slightest disturbance. I had nightmares all night long, and the fragments of the dream were scattered and broken, and when I woke up, I couldn't remember anything.

A good night's sleep was just an extravagant wish for him.

"You are sick, neurasthenia, you need to be treated." Ling Chengmu told him, "Does the Supervision Bureau have a doctor who can give you some medicine."

Qin Ce glanced at her. The meaning of this look was obvious. If there was a gun, he would have to aim it at her forehead.

"Be quiet."

Ling Chengmu hummed softly, "You deserve your insomnia."

She raised her hand and threw to him an extra coat she brought down from upstairs, covering him impartially.

She turned her head away.

Outside the courtyard, the faint sunlight has penetrated through the overlapping clouds, and day has come again.

Sadly, this light didn't last long.

The road ahead is still dark.

[[The Eighteen Hells] theme begins, clear the gate of **** in this space, and you can escape successfully. 】

[Bound players can travel through each other, enter the door freely, and go out must be cleared by teammates. 】

[If you die in the door during the process, it will be regarded as an automatic exit. 】

When the two-hour free movement time ended, the system forced the teleportation again. This time, no one was with anyone, and everyone was separated into a separate space.

Whether it is the whole system or this division, the number of survivors is still decreasing.

Surrounded by thick fog on all sides, people seemed to be standing in the void. Wu Shijiu opened his eyes and looked at the dark door with blood-red runes in front of him in confusion.

There were countless skulls hanging from the top of the door, and the hollow eyes of the skulls stared at her, making her spine chill.

She nervously lowered her head and clicked on the watch, but she was unable to locate her teammates. Instead, she waited for the system prompt.

The unbelievable two lines appeared in the green prompt box:

[Player Wu Shijiu was sentenced to the first level of tongue-pulling hell. 】

[Player charges: sowing discord, slander, treacherous behavior. 】

She stared at the watch prompt and was shocked for ten seconds before she realized it.

Is this using what she did in the previous system to convict her?

Anger replaced fear, she was so angry that her pigtails stood on end, and she cursed after a long absence.

"The dog is better than the system. Fuck! You **** made me a cannon fodder female partner. If I don't provoke the male and female protagonists, the mission will fail? Fuck your uncle's fishing law enforcement, your whole family is treacherous, your ancestral grave is black smoke, your parents The epitaph is engraved with slander and slander, and even crows dare not **** on it! Gan!"

However, the system did not give her a chance to swear more swear words.

The door slowly opened, and an invisible scorching wind wave instantly engulfed her.

"..."

Inside the door, she saw the ferocious little ghosts standing on the stone platform, and the sharp bone tongs in their hands.

Countless human players were immersed in the scalding magma, their tongues were pulled out by bone tongs, their flesh was torn apart, and they wailed and went up and down.

The magma surged like a rising tide and gradually spread to her feet.

...

[Player Chang Su was sentenced to the seventh layer of Sword Mountain Hell]

[Player's crime: laziness and dereliction of duty, killing to kill, contempt for life. 】

Seeing the reminder on the watch, even a good-tempered person like Chang Su was about to die of anger.

"Damn, I... I despise... contempt for life? How much... respect for life!"

Even if he was in a violent neighborhood, he always took self-protection as the bottom line, and never killed innocent people unless it was a mandatory task or a counterattack was necessary.

Besides, how could he be lazy and derelict? Laziness is occasionally lazy, the question is what job is blasphemy? !

What a hell.

The gate of **** that belonged to him was filled with foul-smelling astral wind. The road ahead was accumulated by countless corpses. There were dense knives pointing upwards in the corpse pile. Every step might be dripping with blood.

The red sky suddenly began to rain, but it was not rain that fell on the skin, but a small blade.

He was bathed in the rain of knives, and blood began to ooze all over his body, and the pain came unexpectedly.

Chang Su closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes instantly became extremely chilling.

He wiped the blood running down his neck and strode forward.

...

[Player Guanyue Ayako was sentenced to the sixteenth floor of hell. 】

[Player's crime: attracting ghosts, contaminating evil spirits, and seeing death more often. 】

"Nan?" Guanyue Lingzi looked down at her watch, and couldn't help but pouted, very aggrieved, "If you don't attract ghosts in the supernatural system, what are you attracting? I didn't let them die."

The system gave her a task, and then convicted her through the task. What is the reason for this?

To make matters worse, when she entered the gate of hell, she found that all the ghosts and monsters she had ever seen were gathered in the gate.

They struggled in the pool of blood, their eyes were split, stretched their arms and twisted forward, squeezing each other like an overwhelming net, surrounding her all the way.

At this time, her psychic buff was invalid.

There was a female voice of resentment from far to near, until it stuck to her ear, like crying but not laughing, like the echo of a nightmare.

The female voice whispered.

"If you're afraid, call out."

[Player Ling Chengmu was sentenced to the thirteenth blood pool hell. 】

[Player charges: instigating evil, inciting rebellion, and risking evil. 】

"..." Ling Chengmu lowered her eyes and curled the corner of her lower lip contemptuously, "Sinister your mother."

If the system wants to incriminate the player, does it still need a reason?

She rolled up the sleeves that were in the way, suddenly kicked up and kicked open the door decisively.

The waves of blood were surging into the sky, with dark red eyes, and instantly drowned her figure.

She quickly stuck her head out of the river of blood, coughed twice, took a deep breath and swam forward.

The river seemed to be so long that it could not see the boundary, one wave after another threw her up and down, like a stray boat.

There were men and women crying and shouting one after another, and if they were real, they pierced her eardrums and her temples throbbed wildly.

She suddenly felt that someone was grabbing her foot.

No, not who, but many, many pale and thin hands, reaching out from all directions, trying to drag her to the bottom of the water.

In the increasingly sharp cry, a cold voice gradually became clear, repeating her crime word by word.

- You instigated evil, sedition, and committed irreparable mistakes.

- You are unforgivable.

- You should be punished for this crime.

Ling Chengmu opened his eyes underwater.

She stared at those fiercely dancing claws, gritted her teeth and sneered, and pulled out the blind stick pinned to her waist with her backhand.

She decisively unscrewed the blade at the top of the blind stick.

What is the evil way? Who gave the rules?

irreparable? Unforgivable?

No matter what she does, she can bear the consequences, and she does not need redemption, let alone forgiveness.

The blade cut through the blood, and the sharp claws that were blocking the way were cut off by rotation, allowing a glimpse of the gleam in the cracks.

She dived back into the water, without turning her head back to the front.

It's called the Gate of Hell, but it's actually an illusion, and she can feel it.

Illusions can often connect players' six senses, erode their sanity, and disintegrate their hearts, so that they give up resistance and dig their own graves.

Everything is not real, as long as the mind is determined to break through, you can pass the customs.

Otherwise, it will be buried in the deepest fear.

She was never scary.

This level is not worth mentioning at all.

I don't know how long it took, until she stepped on solid ground with her feet, and the blood red in her field of vision faded, replaced by a strong white light.

After a while, the white light faded, and she stood in front of the gate of **** again.

The difference is that at this moment, the fog around her has dissipated a little. In addition to her own door, she also saw the four doors of the other teammates.

The doors looked exactly the same, and she couldn't tell who was inside.

But she always had to go in one, and she could help one.

She was silent for a moment, sighed for no reason, and opened the nearest door.

[System prompt: Player Ling Chengmu entered the [Neijing Mirror Hell]. 】

[Player Qin Ce was sentenced to the fourth level of evil mirror hell. 】

[Player's accusation: Use public favoritism, hide the sky and cross the sea, and confuse the public with deceitful words. 】

Qin Ce didn't understand why he also entered this door, and he entered as a player.

He didn't even know where the absurd conclusion was drawn from this trumped-up accusation.

But what is certain is that from the moment when the space-time channel was closed and he was stranded in the system, he was already regarded as bound to the hunting plan.

Not only is he no different from the players, he is a player now, but his equipment is slightly more advanced than others.

How ironic.

The raging flames rose from the ground, forming a dazzling wall of fire that was airtight on all sides.

Within the fire wall, hundreds of black mirrors surrounded by Manzhu Shahua, intertwined with dark lights, were placed in a strange formation, and the enclosure was a prison.

Qin Ce is the only prisoner in this cage.

The sequelae of excessive blood loss made his body cold in bursts.

Admittedly, all the scenes are about him, and are trivial fragments of his tenure at the Time and Space Inspectorate.

For some reason, the totem surrounded by four stars on the shoulder emblem of the uniform stung his eyes inexplicably.

It doesn't seem like a **** test, it's just a memory of the past for him.

But those past, day after day, what is there to remember?

...

He paused hesitantly in front of one of the mirrors.

A drop of water, dripping from the stamen of a certain Manzhu Shahua, is falling on his palm.

He looked up.

Unexpectedly, this mirror did not reflect his full face, but rather his first perspective.

The desk, which has always been orderly and tidy, is now in a mess.

Bloodstained hands, shaking hands, trying to write something on the blank note.

The handwriting is slanted and almost indistinguishable unless you read it carefully.

Qin Ce subconsciously took a step closer.

He finally saw those few lines, and all they wrote was...

You must remember her.

You must remember her.