As soon as the light of the flashlight came on, it was swallowed up by darkness, and the darkness that could not be seen hit them, breaking their psychological defenses.

"You're not happy with my food, are you?"

A hoarse voice came from the darkness, and something was slowly walking towards them.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have given you a bad review."

One of the players shouted, and in the darkness, the voice stopped, and he slowly opened his eyes, a pair of scarlet eyeballs on him.

Even in the dark, he could clearly see the red lines swimming in those eyes.

"Right...... Sorry ......"

The player speaks again with a trembling voice, only to be covered by a cold hand.

"Shhhh I don't like to apologize. ”

The hoarse voice sounded in his ears, and the cold hand burrowed into his chest, and he felt cold, confused, unable to shout, as if his whole body was frozen.

As the hand deepened, he even heard the sound of a heartbeat close at hand.

"It's so cold~" The player's lips trembled, his cheeks were bruised from the cold, and his lips were black.

"It's not cold when you sleep."

There is laughter in the darkness, and the player slowly closes his eyes and falls straight to the ground, falling on the heavy carpet without making a sound.

"Is there anyone else you want to apologize to me?"

The player in the dark closes their lips and stares into the darkness, where a free red thread protrudes from their field of vision.

"No one?"

The hoarse voice in the darkness spoke again, accompanied by bursts of chewing, but in the silence of the kitchen, it was particularly harsh.

"You people are really rude at all, and you don't apologize for giving me a bad review."

As the chewing stopped, a few screams were heard in the darkness, and the lights came on silently.

Han Yun stood at the door, the corpses that fell to the ground in front of him, and a figure with his back to her, slowly turned around.

An invisible face instantly covered the face of that powerful ghost, and what appeared in front of Han Yun's eyes was a woman with delicate eyebrows.

"It's a little unpalatable."

The woman looked at the heart in her hand with disgust, her fingertips were red with blood, sliding down her wrists, and her pale skin was stained with blood.

"It's time to play our little game."

Han Yun reminded softly, and the woman threw the heart out of her hand, shaking her wrist, and the blood was instantly absorbed by the human skin.

The woman nodded, followed behind Han Yun, and the two returned to the restaurant.

Shen Yingxing looked behind Han Yun, there was no one, and none of the players who followed her to leave had returned.

"We have a new friend today, and we want to play a game with everyone, and everyone is very unhappy."

Han Yun spoke eagerly, and from behind her came a picturesque woman, who was about twenty-eight and dressed in an ancient costume.

The long flowing hair was coiled up by a white hosta, and the hanging bun slid down the ears and covered the cheeks.

The woman raised her head slowly, the bridge of her nose was high, her cherry mouth was small, her lips were red without dots, her apricot eyes were round, and her long eyelashes were lower, covering her eyes with a dense shadow.

"Let's play a little game, do you like to draw, the little girl begs you to draw a portrait for me, okay."

I don't know where she moved the chair from, her dress swinged, Shi Shiran sat down, and the hem of her snow-white clothes fell to the ground.

"Yes, please."

As soon as the woman's voice fell, a snow-white drawing paper appeared in front of the players.

The woman slowly closed her eyes, her eyebrows were exquisite, and her facial features were obviously very good when taken apart, but the combination on her face was extremely weird.

It's like being forcibly deducted from the original owner's face and reassembled on the woman's face.

The players looked at each other, and the passengers immediately evacuated in an orderly manner as early as the moment the woman appeared, not daring to make the slightest sound.

The lights in the restaurant lit up one by one, and the incandescent light hit the snow-white drawing paper, and everyone's hands involuntarily touched it.

Shen Yingxing looked at his right hand and stroked the painting paper in front of him, the touch was delicate, and even the temperature, this was not an ordinary painting paper, it was more like a human skin.

Obviously, it was not only Shen Yingxing who discovered this, Jiang Cun touched it, and immediately withdrew his hand, he felt the touch of human skin.

"It's human skin." Shen Yingxing lowered his voice and looked at Xie Shasha and said.

Xie Shasha nodded, controlled her right hand and retracted it, but the tentacles behind her popped out uncontrollably, writhing on the drawing paper, as if the drawing paper had great attraction.

"What now?"

Xie Shasha looked at the writhing tentacles, a little at a loss, the tentacles writhed on the drawing paper, a figure had jumped onto the paper, and her face was getting closer and closer to the woman in white.

Shen Yingxing stretched out his hand and grabbed the tentacle, and a talisman slip out of her cuff and stuck to the tentacle.

The tentacles squirmed on the paper as if they were drunk, and soon the faces on the paper were so dizzy that they couldn't see the real face.

"Are you done drawing?"

The woman slowly opened her eyes, stood up and walked over to the nearest person.

"Is this what you drew me?"

The man on the paper was lifelike, except for a pair of eyes, wide with angry eyes and scarlet eyes staring at him.

The player broke out in a cold sweat, and as soon as his right hand touched it, the drawing paper automatically appeared in this painting, and he was stared at by those eyes, and the cold sweat had already soaked his back.

"It's not me!"

Hearing the woman's inquiry, the player immediately shook his head vigorously, and the woman on the drawing paper instantly changed her face, and a line of blood and tears flowed down, soaking the drawing paper.

"You've broken my heart."

The woman in white raised her hand, and the wide sleeves slipped off her wrists, and the pale hand fell on the player's shoulder, and suddenly a piercing chill hit her.

"I didn't mean to!"

The player is very emotional, and he suddenly tears up the drawing paper in a rage, and the human skin lets out a broken scream under his acceptance, and then it is torn apart and thrown out by the player.

"Don't look at me!"

He stood up, looked at the woman in white beside him, couldn't control his emotions anymore, and stretched out his hand and smashed it at her with a fist.

The woman in white slowly raised her hand and easily pinched the player's wrist, and the falling human skin seemed to be conscious, quickly covering the player's body.

The human skin gradually grows larger on the player's body, completely covering him, and the mouth and nose are wrapped in human skin.

The woman in white lowered her hand, and the player was wrapped in human skin, which was impenetrable, and then reverted to a snow-white piece of paper and fell on the table.

The figure of the player on the drawing paper is vivid, and even the angry look on his face is depicted in it.

"It's not pretty."

The woman picked up the paper, shook her head, and the paper in her hand was torn apart by her, and scarlet blood flowed out of the torn place, dyeing the whole paper red.