"Buzz—"

With the roar of the chainsaw, the sharp saw blade tore through the mattress and board of the double bed, feathers poured out, and sawdust splashed!

With a clang, the double bed was sawn in half, and the broken bed board was neatly cut and poured to both sides.

However, Chu Ge did not find the fragments of the Book of Necronomicon in the bedboard, but found some black powder.

【You have obtained Gunpowder X3】

[Gunpowder: An essential ingredient for crafting bullets in firearms]

Emmm...... It's not in vain, but what kind of trouble is gunpowder put in the bedboard, is it the dog planning to see that the little couple is not happy with each other's affection, and wants to hold high the banner of the FFF group?

Chu Ge searched for the bedside table and the sofa again, and he even sawed the sofa entirely, but there was nothing but cotton and sawdust all over the floor.

"Cut ......"

With a disgusted expression on his face, he walked towards the bathroom, where there was a painting, but when he first came in, he smashed the painting first.

In the bathroom there was a sink with mirrors, cupboards, toilet and a showerhead, he looked at the sink and by the way knocked the toilet lid and found nothing.

He opened the door to the cupboard and looked inside, finding a roll of gauze.

【You have obtained Bandage X1】

【Name:Bandage】

【Type: Consumables】

[Grade: Normal]

[Side Effect: Restores HP by 10%]

[Note: The use of this item will be interrupted by other actions, and the item will drop after the player dies, and the dungeon cannot be brought out]

[Comprehensive evaluation: carefully land into a box]

Chu Ge was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to find items that could restore health in the hotel, you know, in the previous game, except for the ability of the doctor's profession, other players could not add blood by themselves.

But in this dungeon, there are such props, and the meaning is already obvious, that is, to encourage players to fight each other!

Just as Chu Ge was rummaging under the cupboard, he didn't notice that a hideous claw had come to the top of his head.

It was a pale claw, slender throughout, and the hook on its hand seemed to tear everything apart.

The claw slowly stretched out towards Chu Ge, who was squatting on the ground, and slowly opened, and the sharp nails were about to grab his neck......

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and it was a gunshot!

The sudden sound of gunfire startled Chu Ge, and as soon as he raised his head, he hit the bottom of the washstand, making him groan.

The pale paw seemed to be taken aback, and it retracted directly, not knowing where it went.

"It hurts me......"

Chu Ge rubbed his head, although kowtowing his head would not reduce his health, but it was also painful. He stood up, not noticing anything unusual.

"Someone fired. His brow furrowed slightly, the voice coming from downstairs, and it seemed to be far away.

From the beginning of the Ghost of the Empty Building, the player will be able to use firearms, and he knows that someone has just fired a gun!

This lets him know that this hotel is not really empty. Although the NPCs here have disappeared for some reason, the players are still there!

It's likely that that player has met another player, more likely......

Encounter a terrifying empty ghost!

......

On another floor of the hotel, a player is cautiously walking forward.

Alone, a LV8 athlete player.

He had a pistol in his hand, the muzzle of which was still smoking, and he had fired the same shot.

This was because Duxian saw a pale figure flash from the end of the hallway, and he couldn't help but fire a shot.

He knew that the figure must be the empty ghost in the hotel, he wasn't sure if he had hit, and he didn't know if the gun could hurt the monster, so he didn't dare to get too close and quietly walked over there.

He couldn't help but fall into the memories.

After the game dungeon started, he, like Chu Ge, woke up to find that all the people in the hotel were gone.

The whole hotel was empty, and room after room was vacated, and although there were signs that anyone had stayed here, no one could be found.

It was as if all the people had evaporated from the world, and there was silence around them.

But the silence didn't last long......

Because soon there was a noise from upstairs, it was a demolition-like sound!

The soundproofing of this hotel is not very good, so he can hear it quite clearly, although it feels far away, but he can also hear that someone is smashing things in ping-pong, and he is stunned.

What's the situation......

Upstairs being renovated?

Soon he understands that this is a painting that someone is smashing on the wall, after all, in the copy of the Museum of Horrors, the players already know that the empty ghosts will come out of the painting, as long as the painting is destroyed, they are safe.

However, Duren didn't have such a penchant for destruction, he just cut through the paintings and canvases on the wall to make sure that the empty ghost couldn't climb out of it, so he stopped.

But it didn't take long for a new noise to come from upstairs, no longer the sound of smashing things, but the roar of a chainsaw!

Dudu feels that his whole person is not good, what the hell?

No one is really decorating it!

He couldn't blame him for not thinking that there was a player using the chainsaw, because the average player would not be able to take the chainsaw out of the dungeon in the depths of the madhouse, and he thought it was an NPC.

The memories end.

He had come to the side of a guest room, the door of which was open, and when he had just shot, he saw the pale figure fleeing into it.

Maybe...... The empty ghost is still inside!

With a gun in one hand, he slowly approached the door, his fingers were already on the trigger, and whenever he saw the appearance of the empty ghost, he would shoot immediately!

"Three...... Two...... One ......"

Duyan counted silently in his heart, and the next moment he rushed into the room, his expression nervous and about to shoot, but he was surprised to find that there was nothing in the room.

The room was also empty, and the sheets were neat and unwrinkled, as if they hadn't been inhabited before.

"How can this be ......"

Duyan's expression was surprised, he had just seen the empty ghost run here, why did he disappear so quickly?

At this moment, he saw an oil painting hanging on the bedside of the guest room, showing blue sky and white clouds and golden wheat waves, and a girl in the wheat field, wearing a sun hat, with her back to him.

This was originally a beautiful and sunny painting, but Duyan walked over directly and took out his weapon.

It was a short-handled axe with a gray blade and a wooden handle.

He swung his axe and slashed at the girl in the wheat field!

"Bang!"

Duxian smashed the painting several times in a row, and when he was sure that there were no other paintings in the room, he was relieved.

It seems that the empty ghost has just escaped from the painting, and this room is safe for the time being.

He searched the guest room and found some bullet casings and gunpowder, but found no other clues.

He walked out of the room only to find a mirror hanging on the wall, and he glanced at the mirror and saw that there seemed to be a crack in the mirror.

"Huh?"

It felt a little strange to be alone, how could there be a crack in this mirror, but then I thought that maybe it was like this before, someone else had broken the mirror before.

Without much thought, he walked out of the room.

He had just walked around this floor, and when he walked out from the corridor, he could find the elevator and stairwell on this floor, and if he walked through here, he could see another corridor, and he thought that there should be a lot of rooms there.

He thought that the elevator would not be able to be used for a long time, but what he didn't expect was that the elevator could still run, and the elevator was running!

Someone's coming!

He hurriedly left the elevator door, ran into the distance, and hid.

Ding, the elevator arrived.

As the elevator door slowly opened, a figure slowly appeared.

A handsome cape, a hood over his head to cover his face, leather boots and leather gloves, and a revolver in his hand.

His eyes shimmered red, sharp as eagles.

"No one escapes the eyes of a hunter. ”