After Chen Yimu was lifted to the high platform, the bloody 'corpse' was in front of Chen Yimu, and the distance between the two was no more than ten centimeters.

The smell of blood, the smell of rancidity,......

All the indescribable smells, rushing to the nose.

Suddenly, Chen Yimu trembled, his feet became weak, and he staggered backwards.

Just as Chen Yimu looked at the 'corpse', his eyes were blinking at Chen Yimu.

Alive!

A big hand held Chen Yimu and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, it will be more exciting later!" ”

Chen Yimu didn't hear this, but wanted to leave here.

At this moment, the bloody 'corpse's hand began to move slowly, trying to break free from the rope on his body.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, someone will take your place in no time, and you'll be relieved." A hand of the idol stepped forward, took off one of the eyes on the 'corpse', and smiled.

A drop of blood slipped from his hand and landed on Chen Yimu's face, Chen Yimu was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed suddenly.

"Wow......" Chen Yimu lowered his body and vomited non-stop.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded: "The thriller game has begun, you still have three minutes to prepare, and I caught you, then you just wait for death!" ”

As the voice fell, the curtain on the doorway was closed again, and the curtain on the back side was opened.

"Woo woo woo~"

"Wow~"

The crowd screamed excitedly, and they all ran to the back, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on Chen Yimu's back and asked, "Aren't you running yet?" ”

Suddenly, Chen Yimu felt a chill.

Turning his head and about to speak, Chen Yimu stumbled in fright and fell off the high platform.

On the high platform, a person was shrouded in a black robe, holding a jet-black scythe, which was the dress of the god of death.

Chen Yimu roared and asked, "You guys, who are you?" ”

"You have two minutes." A cold voice came.

"What two minutes? I'm not playing anymore! After Chen Yimu got up, he ran towards the door.

Syllable!

When he reached out to pull the curtain, Chen Yimu found that the curtain was missing and had become a wall.

After a few taps on the wall, Chen Yimu panicked.

"You've got a minute!"

Perverted!

Neuropathy!!

Chen Yimu turned his head and ran, running in the direction where the crowd disappeared.

Turning his head, the Grim Reaper slowly raised the black scythe in his hand and fell towards the bloody 'corpse'.

Burst!

A stream of blood gushed out and sprinkled on Death's body.

"!!"

Chen Yimu's feet were weak, and he fell directly to the ground, ignoring the pain, hurriedly got up, and ran forward.

Call!

There was a slight sound of wind in my ears, and the scenery around me was completely different.

It was a corridor, and there was a window not far from it, and the moonlight shone through the window, interspersed between light and dark.

The corridor is not long, but it leads somewhere.

Chen Yimu ran forward vigorously, and when he turned his head to look, the abandoned building was gone.

Where is this?

What am I going to do?

Chen Yimu just wants to escape from here at this time, escape from this group of neuropaths, perverts!

"Ahh At the end of the corridor, Chen Yimu stumbled and almost fell.

Rubbing his legs, Chen Yimu kicked something that tripped over him.

A little soft!?

Around the corner, the light was dark, and Chen Yimu reached out curiously and touched it.

"Ah!!h

It was a human leg, Chen Yimu screamed and threw that leg out.

Blood splattered onto the wall, leaving a trail that slowly slid down the wall.

Chen Yimu didn't look back, and ran forward.

The sound of footsteps walking could be heard in the corridor behind him, slow, but clear.

Death held a long scythe and walked slowly down the hallway.

"Death is coming!"

A cold voice came.

There seemed to be no end to this corridor, one after the other, and Chen Yimu had nowhere to hide.

And none of the people who came in before met them.

Finally ran to the end of the corridor, there was a door, and Chen Yimu pushed the door open.

"Damn!"

There were two paths behind the door, and on the one facing it, the Grim Reaper was slowly approaching.

Without having time to think about it, Chen Yimu turned around and ran towards another road.

Suddenly, a door opened, and Chen Yimu was directly caught inside.

"Ah......h

Chen Yimu struggled desperately, and a voice came from his ears: "Shhh Don't be noisy, don't be noisy!! ”

Hearing the human voice, Chen Yimu relaxed slightly.

Seeing that Chen Yimu was not struggling, the man slowly let go of his hand.

The room was dark, and Chen Yimu asked softly, "Are you?" ”

"Little White Dragon!"

"Shh Xiao Bailong hurriedly covered Chen Yimu's mouth and shouted at him.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door.

The two of them were in the house, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly, only to see a black shadow pass by the door.

When the footsteps went a little farther away, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little White Dragon, what's going on? Are these people all expressing their positions? Nerves??? Chen Yimu couldn't wait to figure it out.

"You don't know anything, you dare to participate!" The little white dragon was surprised.

"I ......," Chen Yimu didn't know how to answer for a while.

This activity was suggested by myself at the time, and I made a hole for myself!

"Extreme games are also known as thriller games, and very few people choose this, so I usually block the group, but I received a message to participate in the afternoon."

"If you don't avoid death, you'll die under the scythe of death."

"Neurotic, huh!?" Chen Yimu was surprised.

It's really murderous!

Is there any royal law, and no one cares about killing?

"It's really a bunch of psychos, you must stay out of the way, or you won't see the sun tomorrow." Xiao Bailong's answer completely made Chen Yimu fall into despair.

The two walked out of the house, Chen Yimu saw the appearance of the little white dragon, and said in surprise: "Your mask seems to be very realistic?" ”

"Hmm!" The little white dragon replied.

But this answer made Chen Yimu's heart furry again.

How can a mask move, and there is an expression?

Suddenly, a mark appeared on the little white dragon's face.

Chen Yimu said: "You, you have a mark on your mask......

The little white dragon seemed to be a little aware, his face was frightened, and he said with some abnormality: "Hurry up, you go quickly, death is coming, I'm going to die......"

"What's wrong?" Chen Yimu was puzzled.

"Is there a mark on my face that looks like a sickle?" The little white dragon asked, pointing to his cheek.

"Hmm!"

"Death's scythe, this is Death's scythe, Death is coming for me......" The little white dragon began to go crazy.

Chen Yimu grabbed the little white dragon and asked, "What Death's Scythe?" You make it clear! ”

The little white dragon's eyes were glazed, and he had lost hope of escaping, and said: "The death sickle marks me, I can't run, I can't hide, he will come back to me immediately!" ”

Just when Chen Yimu was puzzled, a figure appeared not far away and walked slowly......