"What do you mean, you think we don't dare to touch you, do you?"

The rugged uncle's face, who was kind just now, sank suddenly, the green tendons on his forehead jumped, and his huge fist like a casserole squeaked.

Well...

Qin Yang touched his body, as if he was looking for something, and in the midst of everyone's surprise, he took out a fruit knife, which was black all over his body, and looked quite murderous.

Coax!

A group of people hurriedly retreated, only the rugged uncle Chen Long was still in the middle, but he didn't expect this guy to actually use a knife, his brows furrowed even more, and he pointed at Qin Yang and shouted.

"You're really tired of being alive, I'm scared, put the knife down, otherwise don't blame me for being polite!"

This uncle doesn't seem to be a good person, and he is not afraid of Qin Yang's knife.

But this is quite normal, this uncle's body is a round bigger than the thin Qin Yang, and his arms are thicker than his thighs, so he can't help subduing this guy, even if he holds a knife, he is not afraid.

But what happened next caught him off guard.

Qin Yang slowly crossed over, turned the knife upside down, stuffed it into his hand, then leaned his head over, pointed to the location of the middle artery, and said: "Here, you will die with a knife here, and you will be happy like a fairy." ”

"You..." Chen Long had imagined countless pictures, but he never expected this scene to appear, and he was a little stunned for a while.

"I'm very sincere, hurry up."

"Bastard thing..."

The soft ones are afraid of the hard, the hard ones are afraid of the horizontal, the horizontal ones are afraid of the dead, and the ones who don't want to die are afraid of neuropathy.

Chen Long wasn't sure if this guy was deadly or insane, but he just didn't want to die, so what if he killed this neuropathy today?

Anyway, Kamima is not the real world, and there will be no police coming to him.

Kill!!!

There was a devilish cry in his heart.

Then, with the movement of his hand, a blood mark appeared on Qin Yang's neck, and the blood slowly seeped out, and he was suddenly very excited, frantically wanting to see blood.

The knife was raised...

Everyone was breathing and holding their breath, forgetting to control the incident.

"Long Chen, you are crazy, you will be wiped out if you do it in the gods!" An anxious female voice suddenly came from behind him, and Yang Yuebing yelled behind him.

Only then did he wake up suddenly, and his whole body was wet with sweat.

Clang!

The knife was thrown away, and he hugged his head: "What's going on, I'm... I seem to be controlled by something~! ”

Long Chen was helped aside in a lost soul, but Qin Yang still didn't succeed in dying, and he was a little disappointed.

He just clearly felt that Long Chen was controlled by an evil force, and he really wanted to kill him, but he didn't expect to be drunk like this, and he returned to before liberation.

The blood curse didn't work, but God really did his best.

"Brother, you're such a fierce man."

He was tapped on the shoulder, and a fat man appeared behind him, a fat man who had never spoken, and was throwing an admiring look that gave him goosebumps jumping out, and the fat hand held out a thumbs.

The protagonist of every horror novel will have a fat man next to him, this kind of fat man can sometimes adjust life, sometimes he can exclaim, sometimes he can count words, and he will eventually have a use, but not now, so he didn't pay much attention to him.

From the time he entered the field to the present, Qin Yang has been testing.

This blood curse hell is indeed controlled by a force, but this power does not seem to be conscious, and even if it is conscious, it is limited by rules, and people or things that do not like it cannot be slaughtered recklessly.

In other words, this is a death game system, and you have to follow the rules if you want to ban the account.

It's weird, this system is hell for everyone else, and it can be dealt with at any time, why is it that when it's your turn, you're blocked everywhere, and you can't even erase it?

Could it be that there is something special about his identity?

Thinking of the letter of recommendation given by Wang Yangming, he vaguely mentioned that he had already undergone some transformations, hoping that Mr. Jemma would train him to be an extreme cold-blooded monster.

Some modifications? ...

Perhaps the letter refers to the fact that certain methods are no longer effective, such as erasure or warning, so the Blood Curse will not do these useless actions, and even if it is forbidden, it can only be punished with tasks.

A bitter sigh.

It seems that the Pluto-level European Qi and the Blood Curse Recommendation Letter complement each other and play a role in protecting me.

It's really hard for them.

"I don't believe it, what will happen if I wear the blood corpse bracelet, God, will I still not be able to die?"

He wanted to wear a blood ring, but he clearly underestimated God.

How could his old man be willing to let him fall to death?

"Listen, everyone, the blood ring has been issued, I originally wanted to distribute it, but Xiaoice said that she was willing to wear it herself, thinking that she has rich experience in the task, we will not go against her will, so let's decide."

Chen Kai announced the decision, and except for Qin Yang, no one had any objections.

Originally, everyone wanted to give the blood ring to Qin Yang, but this guy seems to be a bit psychopathic, always dying, once he is really dead, the blood ring will be repositioned, and whoever is selected at that time will be unlucky.

Although Yang Yuebing's chance of survival is very low, she is definitely more reliable than Qin Yang.

As for her life and death, it has come to this point, it's not that you die or I die, everyone is selfish, since someone is willing to sacrifice, then let her sacrifice, at least she can live a little longer.

There were still a few minutes to start, Chen Kai assigned the task, and everyone went back to their own rooms to prepare for departure.

......................

Back in the room, the bed ghost was really licking the blood, and it was basically clean.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yang came back suddenly, so frightened that it quickly shrank back under the bed, staring at him with those resentful ghost eyes, as if hoping to scare him away.

It's a pity that she miscalculated, this guy is a perverted Grim Reaper.

"Good, well done, I'll take care of your three meals in the future, provided that you have time to help me do housework, and if a thief comes in to help me look at the house, don't scare people to death."

Qin Yang walked to the bed and squatted down, stroked the rag-like hair, and looked at her bulb-like ghost eyes and said the above words.

Belch~~!

The bed ghost seemed to feel that his self-esteem had been seriously violated, and after staying for a while, he let out a terrifying cry, and then his mouth began to tear, becoming bigger and bigger, and finally opened his big mouth like a blood plate and bit towards Qin Yang's head.

Syllable!

slapped down, and the ghost was directly knocked to the ground.

Not only was the ghost stunned, but even Qin Yang was stunned, he was just a mortal, just now it was a conditioned reflex, and he actually hit the ghost?

Coincidence, right?

In order to confirm, Qin Ran slapped it again, this time the ghost bounced under the bed a few times like a balloon, and then rolled into the deepest part of the bed, huddled in a ball, not daring to come out again.

"It's so weird, why is this happening?"

Qin Yang suddenly wanted to try again, showing an innocent smile like a human trafficker, his fingers were lightly hooked, and said, "Little cutie, come to my brother, I'll talk to you about something." ”

Forehead~~!

The ghost found that it was whining, its head was shaking like a rattle, it was scared like this, its ghost life was wasted, Qin Yang looked at it pitiful, and he didn't embarrass it.

By the way, why can I hit a ghost?

Five minutes passed quickly, and at this time, the door ghost appeared again, it seemed to dislike Qin Yang very much, and there was a little more resentment in its eyes, but it still obediently rotated the door.

The door turned to the spirit room, and a thick dead air slowly seeped through, there was indeed a fierce spirit behind him, but compared to the feeling in front of him, he couldn't take it at all.

"This is a ghost above level C, a ghost in red, this mission is really not simple."

Ghosts are divided into S, A, B, C, D, E, F, G, a total of eight levels, C-level ghosts are generally red-clothed ghosts, come and go invisible, resentful, no obvious weaknesses, and it is a dead end to meet it in life.

Maybe I'll die this time.

Hell, I'm coming!