Heartthrobs engage in bosses in escape games [Unlimited Streaming]

Fortunately, Yan Shaoqing came late and stood a little farther away, so Chi Yu was not harmed.

Everyone looked at the pig grass knife covered in blood in the village head's hand, and felt chills in their hearts.

That knife doesn't look very good at first glance, but it can cut off even A-level weapons directly. What kind of concept is this?I'm afraid not all of them have caught up with the strength of S-rank weapons.

Even if they are old players, the A-level weapons in their hands are already top-notch, and the S-level weapons are probably only available to big shots like Zhou Zeyan. It is impossible to block the village chief's machete.

Yan Shaoqing took a closer look at the hogweed knife, seeing the silvery luster on the surface of the knife, it didn't look like ordinary iron, but was plated with something else.

The village chief looks old and weak, but possesses strange powers.

He kicked Chen Zhijun's body aside, looked coldly at the remaining players with severed hands, and slapped his palms with the blade of a hog grass knife, like a butcher picking lambs to be slaughtered.

"You cut off your hands yourself too?" The village head asked again.

With Chen Zhijun's lessons learned from the past, the others were all silent, not daring to speak casually, and they were so quiet that a needle could be heard for a while.

The village chief's eyes became colder and colder, and the fingers holding the handle of the knife gradually tightened, "If you all don't speak, is that an acquiescence?"

"Fortunately, I live on the second floor, and I haven't been attacked by ghosts much." Yan Shaoqing touched the wrist of his right hand, and said to himself in a very soft voice, "The teeth of those decapitated ghosts are so sharp that they can even touch their necks." Bite it off in one bite, let alone a hand?"

Zhang Wenjie was standing next to Yan Shaoqing. Although the other party's voice was very low, he still heard the words in his mind. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed, and he quickly said to the village chief, "Didn't I cut off my hand by myself?" It is, but it was bitten off by their sharp teeth last night in order to block the attack of those decapitated ghosts."

Knowing that Yan Shaoqing was deliberately reminding himself that Zhang Wenjie's peripheral vision fell on the other party, he couldn't help feeling a little more grateful.

He originally wanted to be a flower protector, but he didn't expect that flower to protect him in such a critical moment. Such a beautiful and kind-hearted person is really touching.

Whether in public or private, he would risk his life to help the opponent pass the game.

The reason why Yan Shaoqing opened his mouth to save people was actually very simple, he finally got these coolies who carried the coffin boards, and they hadn't started work yet, so he didn't want to waste it in vain.

"That's right." The other players heard Zhang Wenjie's remarks and immediately echoed, "We were also bitten by those ghosts when we raised our hands to block."

The village chief looked at everyone suspiciously. It would be too coincidental to bite off a batch of hands overnight, but he couldn't find any evidence to the contrary, and he couldn't kill everyone at the same time, so he could only give up for now.

"Since it was an accident, please be more careful next time." The village chief lowered the hog grass knife he raised, stroked his gray beard with his hand, and said with deep eyes, "It doesn't matter if you lose your mark, Master Jin Chan still cares for you .Follow me to the Jinchan Temple to worship this evening, and it will come naturally.”

As soon as this remark came out, all the players were afraid for a while.

They managed to save their lives last night by breaking their right hands, and now they have become one-handed heroes with limited mobility.

If he hadn't been invited by Yan Shaoqing to join the millennium corpse king's camp, he wouldn't have to worry about decapitated ghouls, wouldn't he just be able to cut himself into a cripple without a hand tonight?

The few people who were forcibly drawn into the camp of the thousand-year-old corpse king by physical means, all the accumulated resentment and unwillingness disappeared in an instant, leaving only luck.

"Our Hanging Coffin Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and has unique scenery. You can wander around during the day." The village head inserted the hog grass knife back into his waist, restraining his murderous aura, his wrinkled cheeks moved, and he smiled without a smile on his face. Said, "At five o'clock in the afternoon, I will wait for everyone in front of the Jinchan Temple on time. If anyone does not come after the time limit, he does not need to stay in our Hanging Coffin Village in the future."

Putting down the threatening words, the village chief gestured to the villagers behind him.

Those people with empty sacks stepped forward with numb expressions, and put all the corpses of players who had been chopped up by the decapitated ghouls and scattered all over the ground into the sacks.

The village chief looked at Chen Zhijun, who was decapitated in disgust, and told A Niu, "People like this who are disrespectful to Master Jinchan, just throw them into the lake."

A Niu nodded slightly, and put Chen Zhijun's body into the sack.

After tidying up the corpses in the house, the village head led a group of villagers out of the bamboo building, and went straight to the stagnant lake behind the building.

A Niu stood on the shore and poured Chen Zhijun's body into the lake with a "plop".

Other villagers walked across the wooden bridge to the opposite side of the cliff, pulled out the coffins embedded in the rock wall one by one from low to high, and from left to right, dumped the corpses in the sacks, and pushed the coffins back to the cliff within.

There were many protruding thick wooden planks on the high part of the rock wall as footholds. The villagers were extremely agile, climbing on the wooden planks like walking on level ground, and quickly put dozens of corpses into the coffins.

It takes a while to come back from the dead.

The decapitated ghouls can't come and go during the day. The village chief didn't leave in a hurry this time, but stayed in place with other villagers and waited. If any villagers were resurrected, they could be rescued from the coffin in time to avoid being as sad as Jiang Nali Earth is trapped inside and dies repeatedly.

Most of the villagers are guarding the hanging coffin at this moment, the village must be empty, and this is a good opportunity to let go and explore.

In order to improve efficiency, Yan Shaoqing divided the dozen or so players who joined the Millennium Corpse King camp into several groups to search different areas of the village.

Yan Shaoqing himself is in a team with Mu Chenlong and Zhou Zeyan, one is trustworthy and the other needs to be guarded against.

Although the houses in the village are all locked with big iron locks, unlocking is a compulsory course for game players, and Yan Shaoqing took advantage of the gap between each game to learn a little bit.

As long as he has a thin wire, he can pry this simple lock open in two or three strokes.

The villagers of Hanging Coffin Village obviously lived in poverty. The houses made of bricks, mud and straw were dilapidated, and the furnishings in the houses were extremely simple. Except for the necessities of life, there was almost nothing.

Although they are poor, everyone has several exquisitely crafted gold utensils in their homes, which are randomly thrown in the corners to accumulate dust, as if luxury goods such as gold are worthless in Hanging Coffin Village.

What is strange is that although there are traces of people living in those houses, there is no breath of life. Even the stove is unused, with a thick layer of ash on it, which looks like it has not been fired for a long time up.

Players do not need to eat in the game because of the system function, but if an NPC who is a villager does not eat fireworks, it is definitely not a normal human being.

Not to mention that the farmland in the village is deserted, weeds are overgrown, cattle and sheep are dead, and bones are everywhere. If you have not seen so many villagers with your own eyes, you will really regard this place as a deserted village that has been abandoned for many years.

Yan Shaoqing opened another room, and when he was searching by the bed, he heard Zhou Zeyan who was checking the storage box on the other side suddenly groan in pain.

Immediately afterwards, there was another dull sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

Yan Shaoqing was startled, and looked in response, only to see a seven or eight-year-old boy sitting on his stomach near the wall of the storage box. He had a handsome face, but his lips were covered with dark red blood stains. With a piece of something.

"Pooh!"

The little boy got up from the ground, and disgustedly spat out the thing in his mouth on the ground, and quickly wiped his mouth with his sleeve, as if it was stained with something dirty.

Yan Shaoqing looked intently, and the thing the other party vomited on the ground turned out to be a piece of fresh flesh.

On the other hand, Zhou Zeyan's left forearm seemed to have been torn off a thumb-sized piece, bloody and bloody.

Zhou Zeyan immediately took out the healing medicine from the system space and applied it on his wound. The blood stopped and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He stared at the little boy who was thrown to the ground not far away with fear and resentment.

Unexpectedly, the little bastard curled up and hid in the locker. The moment he opened the locker, he jumped out like a hungry ghost and bit him hard on the arm.

He usually peels other people's skin, but this time someone bit off a layer of skin.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and directly raised his hand to throw the opponent out.

From the sound, it could be heard that the impact was not light, but judging from the little boy's appearance, he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

"Your meat is really unpalatable." The little boy frowned and looked at Zhou Zeyan with disgust, then seemed to think of some delicious food in the world, swallowed his saliva, and said greedily, "It's still the meat of Master Jin Chan. tasty."

This sentence shocked all three people in the room.

According to what the village chief said when he led them into the village, after sealing the thousand-year-old corpse king, Master Jinchan had a successful practice, became immortal, and left blessings to everyone in Hanging Coffin Village. People eat it?

Zhou Zeyan narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice and asked the little boy, "Have you ever eaten the meat of Master Jin Chan?"

The little boy snorted coldly, crossed his arms, turned his head and completely ignored Zhou Zeyan.

[System prompt: Because player Zhou Zeyan's flesh and blood tasted extremely bad, as if he had eaten a creeper, the favorability of this NPC had dropped to a negative value, and he refused to answer any questions raised by player Zhou Zeyan. 】

Yan Shaoqing and Mu Chenlong, who were a little further away, also stepped forward at this time and stood beside Zhou Zeyan.

The little boy had kept his mouth shut with a cold face, but when he saw Yan Shaoqing, his eyes lit up with excitement and hunger, like a beast that had been trapped in the desert for a long time encountered an oasis.

"This charming little brother, you look juicy and delicious." The little boy's cherry-pink tongue licked the corners of his lips, and said creepy words in a childish voice, "Can you Let me have a bite? Just a bite, and I'll answer any questions you have."