Your meat is good?

Chen Qiu stared at this patient for a long time, his eyes were like a black hole for selecting people, full of depth and weirdness, and it was creepy.

It was getting dark.

There was silence in the ward.

The pouring rain outside was still falling, and a thunderclap pierced the night sky, illuminating Chen Qiu's face uncertainly.

Chen Qiu reluctantly smiled: "In the hospital, it's better not to make this kind of joke." ”

"Yes."

Lin Weixiong smiled back, slowly got up from the hospital bed, and leaned on the pillow. glanced at the crowd, and his eyes were much calmer. It's as if he swept away, and a cool breath spread.

"People, are they all here?"

The crowd looked at him.

It was only at this moment that everyone's eyes were focused on this patient.

This?

Is it the protagonist of tonight?

Before, no one took him seriously.

Those who can sit here are all ghosts who have passed the internship period. Some of them have even survived two evil spirit counterattacks, and they have used their bloodlines and weapons perfectly, and they are quite mature, infinitely close to the level of intermediate ghost differences.

But I don't know why, the moment this patient suddenly got up, everyone's necks seemed to be put on a rope.

A feeling of suffocation came over my heart.

This person.

It's amazing.

It's the instinct of every ghost.

Tonight.

It is not destined to be a quiet night.

Chen Qiu took a few steps back, already ready to take out the short-barreled shotgun at any moment.

But.

Lin Weixiong didn't make any big moves, just looked at them, smiled, and showed two inverted triangle front teeth: "Since everyone is here, let's make a game tonight." ”

Game?

Everyone was confused.

Games are no stranger to everyone.

In addition to the games in various daily life, as a ghost, the most exposed are horror games.

But for every ghost, this kind of game experience is actually very bad. One is that there is no game atmosphere in it, and the other is that as a bystander, it is difficult for them to participate in the experience of the gamers, so few ghosts will like it.

And now.

The patient, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly got up in the middle of the night and wanted to play a game with them.

This.

What is the meaning?

"You're all ghosts who often play horror games for the revenant. Tonight, I'm also making a horror game for you. It's just that the identity is reversed. ”

Lin Weixiong explained: "I became the maker of the game. And you are the participants in the game, if you understand it in another way, you are the passive participants in the horror game on weekdays, and you have become the people who are hunted down and persecuted by the "ghosts", do you know what I mean? ”

Everyone looked at each other.

A young ghost cha who had no sense of existence before, and was short and sturdy, said indifferently: "You mean, the role you play today is the same as the ghost chacha role we usually play?" ”

"That's right."

Lin Weixiong nodded seriously.

Chen Qiu remembered that the name of this dwarf ghost was Li Mo, and he was a low-level ghost poor from Jinfu District. This is also a ruthless person who has survived two evil spirits, and is about to be promoted to an intermediate ghost poor existence.

He asked, "Are you a man of hell?" ”

"Nope." Lin Weixiong shook his head: "To be precise, you are the people of hell. ”

"And you're a rebel in Hell?" Li Mo got up from the hospital bed.

Kill the rebels of Hell and the rewards will be bigger than real-life quests.

"It shouldn't be said that." Lin Weixiong pointed to the ground, and when he raised his head, the expression on his face showed a rare hint of awe, as if a fanatical believer was tirelessly preaching: "Hell is a great existence that you can never imagine. It is omniscient and omnipotent, and its divine powers are immense, countless times greater than any immortal god. You should be honored and proud to live in its world, and you should look at it with humility. I'm just a wretched worm living in its shadow, and it can easily pinch me to death if it wants to. So I envy you, really...... I really envy you guys, I envy ....."

His expression changed dramatically, revealing a devouring gaze: "Envy to jealousy, hatred!" Why, I'm not like you? So, to understand the hatred in my heart...... I'm going to let you all die a miserable death. Let you fall into the abyss and become more miserable than the souls you send down. ”

The crowd was silent.

Everyone can feel the sense of reality brought about by Lin Weixiong's emotional changes.

He seems.

I really envy them, envy them for being ghosts, envy that they don't need to live in the shadow of hell.

But who knows if these ghosts are really as good as he imagined?

Is such a life of licking blood at the tip of a knife really so desirable?

This answer.

Maybe even the ghosts themselves can't tell.

Li Mo got up from the hospital bed, slowly walked to Lin Weixiong's hospital bed, and looked at him with a haughty attitude: "Are you finished?" ”

Lin Weixiong raised his head and looked up at him: "There is one more piece of advice. ”

"You say." Li Mo looked at him calmly.

"From now on, anyone who comes out of this building will die."

Lin Weixiong glanced around the crowd, then slowly raised his head, looked at Li Mo, and smiled: "Hold on until tomorrow morning, and you will be able to live." ”

"You talk so much nonsense." Li Mo bent down and leaned his face over.

"When people are old, their words are indeed a little verbose." Lin Weixiong took out a pack of cigarettes from his hospital gown, turned his head and asked Chen Qiu, "Borrow a fire." ”

"It's not okay to smoke in the ward." Chen Qiu glanced at the sign in the ward prohibiting smoking.

"You seem to have smoked it too." Lin Weixiong said.

"Yes." Chen Qiu thought about it, as if there was such a thing, and threw the lighter over.

Lin Weixiong took the lighter, lit a cigarette for himself, took a beautiful puff, and turned his head to look at Li Mo: "I'm done, what do you have to ask?" ”

"There's nothing more to ask."

In Li Mo's hand, a half-curved short knife suddenly appeared.

Pitch-black stripes, like a scythe of death.

He smirked and said, "Now that you're done, you can die." ”

His speed was really fast, so fast that Chen Qiu's eyes couldn't keep up with the speed at which he swung his knife.

As soon as there was a flower in front of him, Li Mo's knife had already slashed at Lin Weixiong's neck.

It is different from the imaginary scene where Lin Weixiong was powerful and killed Li Mo.

The scimitar silently slashed through Lin Weixiong's neck, slowly cracking a hole in his neck.

His head, in front of everyone, just fell off like that.

He's dead?

Chen Qiu looked down and saw Lin Weixiong's head falling on the hospital bed, and the body was still lying on the hospital bed, maintaining the posture just now. And the head fell beside him, with a cigarette still in his mouth, still smiling at them.

After seven or eight seconds, there was no movement.

This made Chen Qiu feel extremely unreal.

Lin Weixiong, you died so simply?

Is there any mistake?

I thought it was a BOSS-level character, but I was simply cut off my head like this?

What about your envy?

What about your jealousy?

What do you want to say that everyone is dying miserably?

Somehow.

also stand up and fight with us with real knives and guns, even if you lose in the end, you won't be so miserable in the face.

Right now.

You're dead.

This realistic mission on 4-star difficulty.

Wouldn't it be too child's play?

Chen Qiu's heart was difficult to calm down.

The scene was so quiet that a needle fell to the ground, and the sound could be heard.

No one spoke.

I didn't even dare to breathe for the atmosphere.

Li Mo sneered: "I thought it was a character, at this level, he dared to make a horror game......"

His face changed dramatically.

Neck.

Suddenly, a crack opened.

Then.

Li Mo's head slowly moved away from his body, there was still a panicked and inexplicable look on his face, and the headless corpse stood in place, waiting for about seven or eight seconds before finally falling down.

The skull fell to the ground with a muffled sound of a solid ball falling to the ground.

Li Mo is dead!

There was silence in the audience.

All the ghosts didn't expect that Li Mo would end like this.

Li Mo died here quietly like this.

And.

He died without even the slightest ability to resist, not even a single shout, without any prelude, without any performance at the time of death, not even the slightest splash of blood.

Cleanly, he fell to the ground.

Lin Weixiong's eyes rolled around, and he said with a smile: "Surprised, surprised?" ”

Everyone looked at him with horror in their eyes.

They suddenly realized.

It turned out that this Lin Weixiong had the strength to crush them all.

He clearly said that he was just a wretched creature in the shadow of Hell, and that if Hell wanted to, he could crush him with a finger.

But in the end, everyone found out.

But these ghosts are the poor worms in the shadow of Lin Weixiong.