Heartthrobs engage in bosses in escape games [Unlimited Streaming]

The monster responded with a roar, straightened its forelimbs, jumped up its stiff feet, and approached the direction of the white rose step by step.

"No, it's impossible, what did you do?"

Bai Lianhua's pupils shrank suddenly, and her terrified face was full of disbelief. She retreated to the rear, her vigilant eyes constantly switching between Yan Shaoqing and the monster.

"Did not do anything."

Yan Shaoqing shrugged. The father of NPC is a passive skill and has nothing to do with him.

White Rose was about to retreat to the iron gate and took a defensive posture.

"It's you, you seem to have something to do with that dragon." Yan Shaoqing shook the quivering flames, and stared at White Rose through the distorted airflow, "When you are eaten alive by this monster, you can't help but scream , then what dragon hears the sound, maybe it will open the lock and rescue you out."

"Open the door, open the door!"

White Rose's back was stuck to the cold metal, and she slapped it vigorously with her hands, and the hysterical roar filled the whole room.

But no matter how loudly she yelled, there was still a dead silence outside the door, and no one responded.

"It's useless, didn't you already know?" Yan Shaoqing sighed, and walked a few steps towards the distance from the coffin, "The iron door in the basement is thick and heavy, and the sound insulation effect is very good. With a broken throat, he can't hear."

Seeing that the hungry monster was getting closer, but there was nowhere to escape, Bai Meigui gritted his teeth, took out a sharp long sword from the system space, and slashed at the iron gate twice, leaving only two and a half mm scratches.

She turned around in despair, raised her sword and slashed at the monster's head, only to hear a crisp "crack" sound, and the long sword that broke in two fell to the ground.

The monster kept walking, opened its mouth wide, and bit White Rose's neck.

The moment the blood spurted wildly, there was a shrill scream.

"Click."

The light of the lighter went out again, leaving only the horrible sounds of screaming, biting and objects being dragged in the darkness.

Yan Shaoqing leaned against the corner, stroking the lighter with his fingers, and whispered to himself, "It's too bloody, so don't watch it."

【Fuck, what's going on, why is the white rose dead? 】

[The child is dumbfounded, can someone explain it? 】

[Maybe this newcomer was lucky, and got the skill that can control ghosts for a short time.However, this skill has a lot of disadvantages. Every time it is used, it will quickly fill up the hatred value of ghosts, and it is still the kind that is hostile to all ghosts.I have used it twice, just watch it, it will definitely die soon afterwards. 】

[Who cares why, the pretty little brother is still alive, and he can lick his face again, spread flowers~Long live~]

Outside the game, in the live broadcast lobby.

The rattle shook frantically and contained great shock.

"boom!"

Because the impact was too hard, a hole was punched out of the drum made of human skin.

Zhou Zeyan squinted at the screen with flickering snowflakes, and the tan scales covered with skin turned upwards, like a lizard that has been violated.

Who would have thought that Bai Meigui, a veteran player who has experienced many battles, would be in the hands of a newcomer for no reason.

It's just that it was a little late to start, and the human leather wallet he had been thinking about was completely ruined like this.

Zhou Zeyan let out a cold snort, and threw the scrapped human skin drum heavily on the ground, scaring the other players around who were equally shocked to come to their senses, and immediately backed away.

Since this newcomer who came out of nowhere wasted his good skin, he should pay him with his own skin.

To be honest, the appearance of this newcomer in the game is no worse than that of White Rose, and the luster and texture of his skin are even more amazing than that of White Rose. If it is made into a wallet, it must look beautiful.

Although it is a cosmetic face made of buffs, as long as it is cut off when the buffs are still stacked in the game, and then taken out of the game with special props, his beautiful appearance can be preserved forever.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zeyan's mood became much happier, and the haze was swept away.

Now that he had locked on a new prey, he didn't linger too much on the dead man, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, and went straight to where Yan Shaoqing's live broadcast screen was located.

When he reached the viewing distance of the live broadcast, the person on the screen happened to re-ignite the lighter, and the flickering flame lit up the pitch-black screen again.

There were already tens of thousands of players standing in front of the live broadcast screen, including old people and newcomers, just a lot more than White Rose.

Because of Bai Meigui's death, many members who were backed by Bai Meimei's fans also flooded into Yan Shaoqing's live broadcast room. Can secretly curse in a low voice with a dark face.

Zhou Zeyan was about to step forward to take a closer look, but a flowing red woolen yarn flew from a distance and stuck straight into the middle of Yan Shaoqing's screen.

The other players noticed the incoming red line, and they all retreated a little distance to make way for a single person to pass.

"Thousands of miles of marriage are connected by a thread, let me see who is connected by the red thread of destiny."

A handsome man in a yellow Taoist robe came from a distance, holding the orchid finger with his half-raised right hand, and a red wool shot out between the middle finger and the thumb.

He was wearing black sunglasses, and he was holding a stick in his left hand. What was contained in the barrel was not a magic stick, but a steel needle used for knitting sweaters, and the needle was also wrapped with red wool.

The man kept the red line and walked all the way, the slender figure finally stopped in front of the screen, pulled down the sunglasses with his fingers, and looked carefully at the person in the center of the screen with his exposed pupils, nodded and said to himself with a smile: " You and I are destined! Not only fate, but also a great chance."

Zhou Zeyan stood calmly on the periphery of the crowd, squinting at the uninvited guest who suddenly barged in, "He Shen stick from Qingfeng Mingyue Tower, why is he here?"

In the game, in the basement.

After Yan Shaoqing heard the sound of the coffin lid closing, he turned on the lighter again.

With the end of the life of the white rose, the scattered rose petals and the leached red juice all turned into a puff of mist and dissipated.

He walked to the altar, took a red candle from the fallen candlestick, ignited it with the flame of a lighter, and carefully dripped the red grease that flowed from the melted candle on the edge of the coffin.

One white rose was enough for the monster to eat for a long time, enough for him to drip blood pine wax oil all over the coffin, and he didn't even need to waste time and energy throwing those disgusting pieces of meat in it.

Although this monster looks cute, but to complete the main task of the demon believer camp, they must collect bone crystals, so the poor child can only feel wronged.

Yan Shaoqing sealed the wax, turned around and looked at the portrait on the opposite wall, frowned slightly, and told Ryan, "Go and take down the painting on the wall and put it on the coffin. The blackened unlucky man is always dangling in front of my eyes, it's really annoying to watch, I might as well light the fire later and burn it together."

Ryan calmed down with a sullen face, and solemnly warned: "You forgot, the housekeeper said before that the positions of these paintings cannot be moved."

"Yeah, that's exactly what I said."

Yan Shaoqing touched the tip of his nose and thought for a while, his eyes lit up, he picked up the candle and stepped forward, splashing hot wax oil towards the painting, just right on the man's face covered in black mist.

When the man's face was completely covered with wax oil, he used his fingers to paint on it while the wax oil was still not solidified. Two dots and one line just drew the shape of a smiling face.

Yan Shaoqing smiled at the new face with satisfaction, and showed off to Ryan: "Look, isn't this much cuter?"

Glancing over inadvertently, I always felt that Ryan's face was twisted for a moment.

It shouldn't be, he obviously thinks it looks better.

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Mu Chenlong stood guard in front of the iron door in the basement, pinching his watch to watch the time.

Ever since Li Yongchang used death regression in the public toilet, his state has been not quite right.

Under Bai Meigui's repeated questioning, Li Yongchang finally confessed that Liu Kaiyan met Yan Shaoqing before he died.

Bai Meigui persuaded him through this incident, and let him cooperate to create an opportunity to be alone with the inner ghost, thereby forcing the inner ghost to explain the truth about killing Liu Kaiyan and the specific details of the main task of the demon believer camp.

It's been about 10 minutes, and the cowardly and weak rookie ghost, in such a frightening environment, can explain almost everything he can.

Mu Chenlong unlocked the lock, opened the door with a lantern and entered the basement.

Shrouded in the warm yellow firelight, he saw that the newcomer was fiddling with a lighter with his hands, sitting leisurely on the coffin lid with his legs crossed, and the edge of the black coffin had already been evenly covered with a layer of red wax.

The most frightening thing is that the portrait of the man on the wall whose face was covered by black mist turned into a bloody and evil smiling face for some reason, and the shape of the face was abnormal. At first glance, it looked like The blood that flowed down after splashing.