"Participant, please go this way."

"Please follow me."

"This is your number plate, please keep it safe."

……

So, with an extremely complicated mood, Lin Xun followed these colorful figures all the way, through the forest, across the stream, and finally stopped in front of a giant tree.

"This tree...... It's really good-looking. ”

Of course, Lin Xun had never seen a tree that looked similar to a mansion in the real world, and at first glance he felt shocked and frightened, but after he saw the figure in the tree house, he knew what real fright was.

The figures standing at the door of the treehouse were each about the same in appearance, with identical faces and figures.

Lin Xun was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and scolded: "Hold the grass!" Is this kidding me? These bells and whistles guys actually look the same as me?! ”

"We're also guests who come to the game, which means we're not much different from you." One of them, Lin Xun, said this, and bent down and bowed, "However, I welcome you on behalf of the White Wood Tree House." ”

Representative Treehouse?

Just those of you who are not human and love to imitate?

Lin Xun shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, skipped him, and went straight to the treehouse.

Come and come, he naturally won't stop moving forward at the door, even if there is a Longtan tiger's den in front of him, he should go in and break in. "The answer I want, maybe here."

The White Wood Tree House, which is called the "Tree House", is actually a fortress building, causing a clear reaction from the black light's death.

"It's a really living tree, there's no doubt about that. Death will fluctuate because of vitality, and now this fluctuation is so violent, like water boiling! What a terrifying life it must be. ”

However, except for this tree, the rest of the "people" living "figures" cannot let the will of death fluctuate, which means that they are dead things, or they may not exist at all.

"Realistic illusions can affect human judgment and make people make bad decisions. Hearing is false, seeing may not be believing, everything in the world is about the same, true and false are half mixed. Welcome, my distinguished guest, would you like some wine? ”

Lin Xun looked coldly at the man in front of him, he was the only one in this weird treehouse who looked different from him Lin Xun. He had beautiful silver-white hair, a tall, thin figure, skin as white as snow, and eyes that were always smiling.

This person has obvious characteristics that an elven man should have. It's a pity that his face is very mediocre, it can only be said that he is not ugly, compared to those elven men that Lin Xun has seen, he can't make too deep an impression.

The profession of bartender suits him very well, and he seems to enjoy it.

"My honored guest, please do not be inhibited."

Lin Xun's indifference made him misunderstand restraint, he took out a crystal cup from the bottom of the counter, and poured Lin Xun full of wine on his own initiative.

The color of this wine is very beautiful, so beautiful that it is a little weird, Lin Xun just raised the glass and glanced at it, and then quietly put it down.

He Lin Xun really hadn't drunk emerald green wine, maybe he was really lonely.

The lights were dim, and in this place, which resembled a dance floor in a bar, there were only two figures writhing in the light. In the corner, there is a machine that resembles a record player, playing songs intermittently.

The white wood tree house was very high, and Lin Xun was probably on the sixth floor, and the first few floors had already passed by several rooms with gaming tables.

It's just that every room is empty, and I don't even see the colorful figures.

Those figures were all squeezing towards the higher floors, although Lin Xun couldn't see their faces, he could feel their eagerness, as if there was something on the top of the building that attracted them very much.

"My honored guest, your opponent seems to be delayed." The bartender wiped the bar, and his eyes always looked at Lin Xun intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly turn around and run away.

Lin Xun pretended to be casual and asked, "So, this situation—I mean, when someone is late, how will you deal with it?" ”

The mention of "late" means that there is a time limit for entering the place.

Lin Xun thought about it carefully, but he could only think that he came by accident, and he had never seen the so-called time limit at all.

The bartender smiled slightly, but said something that made Lin Xun creepy: "Unpunctual guests are not welcome anywhere, since she dares to be late, then, she will pay the price." ”

At the mention of the word "price", the bartender's eyes flashed with a subtle hint of murderous intent, but he was still smiling and did not specify what the "price" was.

The music paused, and Lin Xun unconsciously glanced back.

There was no one behind him, but he had the illusion that he was being watched by many people.

This feeling made him feel like a thorn in his back.

"It's deserted."

"Desertion is the norm, and if there is an occasional gambling game, it will be more lively. Unfortunately, it's hard to get enough gamblers, and there are still too few people who make it to the treehouse alive, and many people only come here once in their lifetime. ”

It sounded eerie, and it seemed to be a subtle reminder of something. Just as Lin Xun was about to ask one or two, a person suddenly broke into the door, panting, and shouted loudly: "I'm late, I'm sorry." ”

Lin Xun followed the prestige, it was a young woman dressed in white, damp and with her hair scattered, as if she had just run ashore from the water.

"She has a very special smell on her." Far away, Lin Xun had already begun to frown, and subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, "The black light death intent has not changed, which means that she is no longer alive." ”

"Miss Rong Zhen, you're late." The bartender put down his glass in one hand and raised his gun in the other, "You should know the rules of the treehouse, right?" ”

Rong Zhen is the name of the woman in white, and Lin Xun immediately wrote it down.

When she saw the muzzle of the gun in the bartender's hand, Rong Zhen trembled obviously, but she could only walk in, stand still in front of the muzzle, lick her dry lips, and said, "I know, I know." ”

Why are there guns here? This question flashed through Lin Xun's mind, and then quickly dissipated.

As long as the gun wasn't pointed at him, he shouldn't have asked such superfluous questions, lest he get killed.

Bang!

The bartender pulled the trigger with a blank face, and a shot pierced the heart of the woman in white. Seeing her fall straight up, blood splattering all over the wall, the bartender snorted, picked up a bottle of golden champagne, and poured it on top of her.