The early morning rain was dripping on the windowsill, and the Longsheng Mansion was hidden in the mist. The room area with no one is like the distant and invisible Penglai realm at this moment, waiting quietly, waiting for his own destination, waiting for others to discover. And in this deserted place, like a place outside the world, a square house looks different, more or less alive, or called, the breath of a living person. That house is naturally No. 233 Longsheng Mansion.

"Hosts! Forget about the second floor of the Sprinkle family, why is the bed in your house so hard to sleep on?! A sound like a bell and drum came from the cube room.

"Mr. Zheng! That's the hardest bed in the world that you redeemed yesterday yourself, okay?! A white-faced young man stood at the doorway of the square house and looked at the garden, then turned back to the second floor and yelled, of course, if the open space enclosed by a few fences was called a garden.

"That sprinkler is exchanging and playing! You don't have any furniture in this house, and the Sprinkle family is really on your thief ship! The gruff voice shouted from the room on the second floor with the house number 201.

The young man standing at the door, shook his head and looked helpless, turned around and returned to the living room, the right side of the living room was a kitchen and toilet, how the young man thought, he couldn't understand why the kitchen and toilet were designed together. The young man walked through a pile of miscellaneous objects placed on the wall of the living room and walked up the stairs on the left, as he continued.

"Mr. Zheng, why do you talk like this, yesterday I asked you to get more normal furniture, you got a table, a chair, a bed, I had to put a piece of furniture in each of the rooms with people!"

"You have to get it, the Sprinkle family doesn't fight with the landlord. A manly man, I'm afraid of a bed?! In 201 on the second floor, there was a lonely bed, and a burly man with a scar on his face sat on the strange-shaped bed, saying very depressedly.

The young man came to the second floor, knocked on the door, entered 201, and then leaned against the neat and new wall, looked at the burly man sitting on the bed, and said helplessly:

"Mr. Zheng, the main thing is that this house is also new, so you can bear with it, I have already ordered furniture today."

This young man is naturally Fang Wuwei, as a psychology college student in the new era, he is very unemployed in line with the trend. And because of various coincidences, he became a landlord after being unemployed, and at the same time, he also became an explorer of infinite space and the master of a boy named Xiao Lian in the world of Xiuzhen.

"Okay, the main thing is that the Sprinkle family spent all the reward points yesterday, otherwise the Sprinkle family wouldn't want to talk about you, the landlord."

The burly man's name was Zheng Koumao. According to his own account, he used to be a white-collar worker, and then somehow traveled into infinite space. Don't look at his burly figure, scarred face, and loud voice, in fact, he is not a bad person, this vicious appearance is just a plastic surgery with reward points. If you want to evaluate it accurately, it is better to say that he is a good person who wants to be a murderer, a man, and a madman...... Right?

"Mr. Zheng, you have to believe that bread will have it, in fact, now I came up to discuss something with you about infinite space." Fang Wuwei leaned against the wall and said very relaxedly. Yesterday, Fang Wuwei spent a night finally tidying up his new home at No. 233 Longsheng Mansion, and now his new home looks brand new, and it also has the appearance of some small three-story villas.

"What is there to talk about, sprinkle the soldiers to block the water and cover the earth." Zheng Koumao sat on the bed and made his own comments about infinite space, but looking at him, he didn't seem to be as confident as his words.

"Mr. Zheng, you're right, but I still think it's better to get to know it."

Fang Wuwei thought for a long time in the middle of the night yesterday, whether it was the infinite space or the cultivation world, Fang Wuwei felt that he should make some preparations. The former was because Fang Wuwei already basically believed in the existence of infinite space, and maybe he would really enter that bloody world. The latter refers to the fact that the soul is wrong again and teleported to the cultivation world where Xiao Lian is located.

"For example, the first question, when will our next Infinite Trial start?" Fang Wuwei then asked.

When Zheng Koumao heard Fang Wuwei ask, he felt that it made sense when he thought about it, he had never taken it so seriously in the previous four horror movies, and he had always regarded infinite space as the punishment of this fate, and he was always in a state of passive slacking.

"According to the experience of the Sprinkle family, it is generally the seventh day after the return to receive the trial." Zheng Koumao was also a little more serious, but the bed under his buttocks was not only uncomfortable to sleep, but also uncomfortable to sit, making Zheng Koumao move around, trying to find some balance to make himself more comfortable.

Fang Wuwei looked at the burly man who was writhing on the bed, and felt a slight chill in his heart, and then thought carefully that yesterday was the first day of crossing back, today was the second day, and on the seventh day, he would receive a trial, that is, there were only five days left.

"Then Mr. Zheng, we only have five days left?"

Zheng Koumao nodded, because of the bed, he simply stood up, ran to the window of the room, and leaned against the window to look at Fang Wuwei who was leaning against the wall.

Seeing Zheng Koumao nodded, Fang Wuwei calculated in his heart, there are only five days left, and it is impossible to become a muscular hunk in five days, nor can he become an invincible killer, even if he insists on exercising, if he does not do a moderate exercise in five days, he will only have sore muscles in the infinite space, and even the reward points that can quickly improve his strength, Zheng Koumao also spent it yesterday. When you think about it, no matter what you do, it doesn't seem to be of much use.

If that's the case, since your external strength can't be improved quickly, then it's good to have a grasp of the plot of the trial from the inside.

After thinking about it, Fang Wuwei asked Zheng Koumao again: "Okay, then Mr. Zheng, what do you think our next trial will be a horror movie?" ”

Zheng Koumao leaned on the edge of the window, quietly feeling the quiet and leisurely morning drizzle outside the window behind him, and then replied to Fang Wuwei sentence by sentence.

"Teletubbies? The Sprinkler family really thinks that if it were the Teletubbies, I wouldn't have to hurt others. ”

Fang Wuwei's eyebrows jumped, only to feel that this Zheng Koumao was really thick and big, could it be that he accidentally reshaped his brain during plastic surgery?!

"Teletubbies are not horror movies. Mr. Zheng, can you cooperate well, how many horror movies have you experienced before? And what exactly is the process of every horror movie? Can you elaborate on that? ”

"Of course the Sprinklers know it can't be Teletubbies." Zheng Koumao secretly sighed and replied to Fang Wuwei. Although Zheng Koumao complained a little, he still cooperated with Fang Wuwei and was ready to tell Fang Wuwei the detailed story of the horror movies he had experienced before.

I saw Zheng Koumao's two hands silently, quietly, and quietly reaching into his crotch under Fang Wuwei's gaze...... And then a burst of jerking!