I play the horror world as a development game

Qin Nuo was a little curious in his heart. At the beginning, he lost his wish to go to the second floor of the restaurant, but now he can finally see the real face of the second floor.

===Chapter 114 Ingredients No. 2, the third eye!===

As he stepped on the steps, Qin Nuo followed Pinocchio and quickly went up to the second floor.

The restaurant on the second floor is actually not much different from the restaurant on the first floor, except that the decoration is more upscale, and the magnificent appearance is incompatible with the horror world outside.

The ghosts on the second floor are several grades higher than the ghosts on the first floor in terms of identity and terrifying strength. Even Qin Nuo's eyelids twitch when all kinds of strange ghosts sit there.

A few guests, who looked no different from humans, ate elegantly, exuding ghost power, but made the surrounding guests look jealous and pulled their seats away.

The atmosphere on the second floor is much more harmonious than that on the first floor. There are no conflicts, no out-of-control ghosts overeating, but an invisible oppression is pervading. Some ghosts with poor strength may find it difficult to breathe and leave in a hurry .

The stairs leading to the second floor seem to be the dividing line for the status of the guests in this restaurant.

Qin Nuo stood there, no one paid attention to him, or regarded him as air.

But at this moment, there was an unexpected look.

"Isn't this the dirty half mouse? Your lowly status is not qualified to stand here, dirty the floor here, be careful to be torn apart!"

Qin Nuo turned his head to look.

Beside the window, the Stitching Ghost smiled coldly, and the twisted stitched faces on his body twitched.

Qin Nuo stared at it, a little confused.

This sewing ghost is also a guest on the second floor?

The ghosts at the table with it also stared at Qin Nuo with sarcasm.

"Half ghost, I heard it tastes pretty good."

"It's good, it's good, but it's a little dirty."

"Go away, don't affect our appetite."

While talking, several ghosts cut up a scorched black corpse on the dining table with a knife and fork, and stuffed the bright red flesh into their mouths.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, with a strong smell of blood.

The sewing ghost picked up a human eyeball, put it in its mouth, and stirred it with its broken teeth, making the sound of chewing make people hairy.

Qin Nuo looked at them with a calm expression.

Noticing Qin Nuo's gaze, the sewing ghost's face squirmed, a little displeased.

At this time, Pinocchio, who was walking in front, suddenly stood up and looked at Qin Nuo: "Follow me."

The sewing ghost stared at Pinocchio: "Since when did the restaurant on the second floor become so low-grade that everything can come up?"

Pinocchio ignored the sewing ghost and stared at Qin Nuo.

Qin Nuo shrugged and followed.

Soon, he left the dining room.

Pinocchio brought Qin Nuo to a relatively secret room.

"Wait at the door."

After speaking, Pinocchio entered the room by himself.

Qin Nuo stood at the door, and occasionally passed by a few restaurant staff, who pushed the dining car, as if they didn't see Qin Nuo, they went straight past and left.

"There are no players on the second floor of the restaurant. It seems that it is not included in the dungeon. Will more advanced players be able to match the second floor as a dungeon?"

Qin Nuo secretly thought.

Not long after, the door was opened, and Pinocchio came out with a black box.

From Qin Nuo's eyes, there was a ghostly aura around the black box, a very special ghostly aura.

But Qin Nuo could feel that this special ingredient was not as good as the No. 8 ingredient that he brought back last time. It was a level worse, but it was also terrifying.

Pinocchio did not rush to hand it over to Qin Nuo, but raised his wooden head.

Qin Nuo was also straightforward, and handed over the remaining 4000 ghost coins to Pinocchio.

"This ingredient is enough for the ghost in your body to swallow and absorb." Taking the ghost coin, Pinocchio handed the black box to Qin Nuo, then turned around and left.

When leaving, he left another sentence: "The guests on the second floor, it's best not to provoke them. Although you are the supervisor of the restaurant, the restaurant values ​​the guests more, especially the guests on the second floor."

After speaking, he disappeared into the darkness.

"I don't provoke people, but I'm afraid others will provoke me." Qin Nuo murmured, looking at the black box in his hand.

"Open the box!" The blood-eyed ghost urged impatiently.

"Are you eating here now?" Qin Nuo was slightly taken aback.

"Eating now is the best time, it won't take much time," said the blood-eyed ghost.

Qin Nuo looked around, found a relatively secluded room, and put the black box on the table.

Taking a deep breath slightly, he opened the box.

Under a thin towel, there is an eyeball.

The whole body of the eyeballs was pitch black, and the surface was covered with bloodshot eyes, and they were turning vigorously at this moment.

His eyes stared straight at Qin Nuo. Although he couldn't speak, he was full of malice, which made his whole body tremble uncontrollably and his nerves tense.

"There is only one eyeball left, and it is still so fierce. If it is a complete body, how terrifying would it be?" Qin Nuo murmured, horrified in his heart.

"Ingredient No. 2 is just that. That finger was several grades higher than it." The blood-eyed ghost said flatly.

Qin Nuo looked at the eyeballs and asked, "How to absorb it?"

Blood-eyed ghost: "What do you think?"

The corner of Qin Nuo's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt something bad: "You want me to swallow an eyeball alive?"

"Otherwise, where else can I put it in, I will help you absorb it, there will be no backlash, don't worry." The blood-eyed ghost said.

"A little disgusting."

Although the body resisted instinctively, it was bought at a huge price after all. Qin Nuo stretched out his right hand and clamped two fingers on the eyeball.

At the moment of touching, countless bloodshots were squirming, and a terrifying ghostly aura gushed out, but under the pressure of the blood-eyed ghost, the eyeballs quickly calmed down again.

"Just swallow a special candy."

Qin Nuo muttered to himself, then closed his eyes and put the eyeballs into his mouth.

With a grunt, he swallowed.

There was a warm current in the abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Nuo felt a slight burning pain from his right arm.

I saw countless black threads covering the right arm, gathered on one part of the arm, the skin was torn apart, and a drop of bright red blood flowed out...

A blood-red eyeball popped out from under the torn skin.

The third blood eye!

The corpse plaques were covered like tarsal maggots, and the terrifying ghostly aura seemed to be strongly corrosive. The table top quickly rotted and cracked, and sawdust fell off.

Qin Nuo looked at his right arm and couldn't help but muttered, "It looks quite strong now."

The blood-eyed ghost made a comfortable voice: "It's comfortable, the familiar feeling is coming back a little bit."

Qin Nuo asked with a smile: "Do you think you can do it now?"

"The sewing ghost from before, if you meet it again, you will know." The blood-eyed ghost's tone was rarely full of confidence.

"I hope you're not bragging, that guy is out there now."

Qin Nuo smiled. In fact, as one body, he somewhat felt the strength of the blood-eyed ghost.

Putting away the black box, Qin Nuo stood up and walked out the door.

Back in the restaurant on the second floor, there are still many customers coming and going.

Qin Nuo hid all the blood eyes, and quietly interspersed among the ghosts.

But he was still spotted by a figure by the window, and a gloomy voice came: "Mouse, I should have said, you shouldn't appear in the restaurant on the second floor again, right?"

"I had a good appetite, and it disappeared all of a sudden."

"Come here!"

The seam ghost's cold voice echoed in the dining room, with an order that could not be refused.

The ghosts at the same table leaned on their chairs, with playful eyes.

Qin Nuo stopped and was silent for a moment, then walked to the dining table outside the window...

===Chapter 115 Massacre on the second floor, the woman in the red dress!===

In the restaurant, the atmosphere became slightly frozen, but the guests did not affect their meals because of this change.

In other words, they are used to it, as long as it does not affect their meals.

Qin Nuo came over, looked at the sewing ghost, and asked plainly, "Is there something wrong?"

A squint-eyed ghost grabbed a piece of blood-red heart, put it on the table, opened its mouth and smiled, "Please eat."

Qin Nuo glanced at Heart, shook his head: "Not interested."

"If there's nothing else, let's go."

A dead branch-like arm blocked Qin Nuo's way.

He sewed up ghost-like eyeballs, stared at Qin Nuo, and said with a smile, "Leave after eating."

"Doesn't human beings say that what they eat is what they eat? Eat a heart, wouldn't it be courageous? Don't blame us if we don't appreciate our kindness."

Qin Nuo narrowed his eyes, but thinking of Pinocchio's words, he still said, "In the restaurant, I don't like to provoke trouble."

"If you have to ask for trouble, don't blame anyone."

At this table, apart from the suturing ghost, the other three ghosts were also not weak. Although the third blood eye was opened, Qin Nuo was still a little worried when they really did it.

The blood-eyed ghost looked indifferent.

Never made a sound.

"Yeah!"

Suddenly at this moment, a childish voice came.

Immediately afterwards, a fat baby in a bellyband, lying on the dining table, babbling, sat down in front of the sewing ghost, and picked up the knives to play with.

Several ghosts stared blankly, some didn't react.

"Human baby?" The sewing ghost frowned, then looked towards the waiter.

"Hey, we didn't order this dessert!"

The squint-eyed ghost stared at the baby's white and tender meat, but was full of greed, and the corners of his mouth kept dripping down the dining table.

"It's okay to order wrong, such delicious food is rare."

"I want it!"

Facing the squinting ghost's staring eyes, the baby was not afraid, instead holding a knife and fork, he laughed.

Qin Nuo stared at the baby, feeling a little confused.

Why is this baby so familiar?

Just as the squint-eyed ghost picked up the tableware and his eyes were almost bloodshot, a pair of small white hands picked up the baby.

"Xiao Xiao, be good, grandma hasn't finished drinking yet, so don't run around, okay?"

A little girl with twin ponytails is holding a baby while holding a feeding bottle and stuffing it into the baby's mouth.

The baby held the bottle and sucked it up with a gurgling gurgling, his eyes narrowed, showing an intoxicated look.

The little girl smiled with satisfaction, and was about to turn around and return to her dining table.

The squinting ghost squinted his eyes and called out to the little girl: "Is this kid your food? Or a pet?"

The little girl didn't go to see him, but gently wiped the fine sweat on Xiaoxiao's forehead, and replied indifferently: "Pet? Food? Are you here to be it?"

"This is my dear sister, a member of the family."