Even in the face of Lingyun's question, Shen Yingxing shook his head and did not reveal the slightest.

"Ah~"

At this moment, a player jumped from the third floor, and the whole person fell to the ground on the first floor, like a puppet, and instantly fell apart.

It was like an ominous sign, and one after another players jumped down, and in a few moments, five corpses were neatly placed on top of each other.

"What's going on?"

The screams alarmed the other players, and everyone looked towards the first floor, where five corpses were like stacked arhats, one pressed against the other, and five delicate dolls stepped on the back of the last one.

The scene looks grotesque and terrifying, and some players come out of the hallucination and find themselves stepping on stairs and only one step away from falling.

Frightened, he retreated again and again, patting his chest in fear, fortunately he woke up in time, otherwise there would definitely be one of them in the corpse below.

"There's something weird in this factory, so everyone be careful."

Jiang Cun reminded loudly, and Yue next to him approached him, and the two whispered in a low voice, not knowing what they were discussing.

At this moment, the factory has changed again, and all the stumps of the puppets have disappeared and become new.

Everyone was forced to gather on the first floor, as if they were being manipulated, and they walked with stiff steps to the center of the first floor.

Out of nowhere, a long table appeared, and the table stretched from one end to the other.

The players are forced to sit down, facing each other, the incandescent lights overhead extinguished, and a dead darkness all around.

"What's going on, why can't I move?"

"Why is it suddenly dark?"

"Think of a way to get out of here."

"It's just weird here!"

Obviously not restrained, everyone is like a puppet being manipulated, sitting on the seat and unable to move.

The overhead light suddenly lit up, and the warm yellow light shone down, reflecting everyone's sallow faces, looking very malnourished.

The whispering of the crowd came to an abrupt end, and the dolls in their pockets flew out in unison, standing quietly on the table motionless.

Only the little girl on Shen Yingxing's shoulder remained motionless, sitting there quietly, her dark eyes rolling, and her gaze fell on the table.

The puppet represents the player, standing on the table, slowly moving, and gathered in the center.

"Hello, welcome to the puppet factory, I think you are very interested in the process of making dolls, there are exactly five samples today, you can make them for you to see."

There was a quiet voice in the darkness, and the players looked around, but they didn't see her, and they didn't know where she was hiding at the moment.

After waiting silently for a moment, the voice of making sure there was no objection came, and the scene on the table changed again.

Five corpses were neatly laid out on the table, starting with the first corpse.

As if a pair of invisible hands were fiddling with the corpse, they first vigorously tore off his head.

Blood splattered, dark red blood trickled down the table and dripped onto the concrete floor.

Then there were his limbs, and then he disemboweled, and his entrails were removed.

"It's the first step in making a doll, and you can't allow anything to be in your stomach."

The movement of the corpses on the table, combined with the quiet commentary, gives the players a creepy feeling.

"The next step is to install the head and limbs, and everyone must take a good look at it."

With a chuckle, a delicate puppet's head was thrown out, followed by wooden limbs.

The skull had been fitted, as well as limbs, and the corpse had become more like a proper doll.

Then there were four other figures, five delicate dolls appeared in front of everyone, vividly.

The made dolls slowly stood up, their height compressed, half the size of an adult.

With a big belly, it looks funny and funny, but no player can laugh out loud.

"There is still one last step missing from the production of the dolls, so please wait for a while."

The players could not move, sitting in their chairs, quietly watching the human skin peeling off the corpses.

The skin of the human being peeled off was pieced together like a rag that had been pieced together, and it was worn on the doll.

The dolls dressed in human skins seem to have been given a new lease of life.

The puppets bowed to all the players and clapped in unison around the five puppets.

Immediately, a black thread appeared out of thin air, sewing all the dolls' mouths together.

"The doll is finished, everyone is welcome to enjoy it."

The lights come on, and all the figures are back in the player's pockets, the five still on the table.

Today's show is like just showing them the process of making dolls.

The players didn't feel the danger during the craft, and waited until all the lights came on and the door to the first floor was opened again.

Standing quietly outside the door, he looked inside with a deep gaze, "It's getting late, everyone can go back and have a good rest." ”

Everyone came back to their senses, took the puppets in their pockets, and left after Jingjing.

As soon as I walked out of the factory gate, I found that it was already dark, and everyone could still follow Jingjing at first.

But not far along the trail, the trail was foggy, and everyone gradually lost their quiet figures.

"What's going on, people?"

"It's gone."

"I can't see the way."

The sound of panic came, and in the fog, Shen Yingxing turned on the flashlight, and a talisman was lit up on her fingertips, and the fog dissipated instantly.

That's when the players discover that they don't know where they've come.

The surroundings were desolate, and under the soles of his feet were bulging grave bags.

Just when everyone was confused, a movement not far away attracted the attention of the players.

"What's that?!"

Jiang Cun wrinkled his eyebrows, and looked at the bouncing crowd not far away with some confusion.

Shen Yingxing immediately extinguished the flashlight, and those people jumped faster and faster, raising their hands, and the latter person's hand was on the shoulder of the previous one.

It looked like zombies were jumping and walking, and a long line of people were jumping in an orderly manner.

"Is this a villager?"

Some players asked in disbelief, but they were immediately covered by the person next to them.

As the men got closer and closer to the grave pack, the players retreated in unison until they had completely left the grave bag and came to a stop in an open space.

The crowd saw the jumping people stop in front of the grave, and the orderly procession dispersed.

The men stopped in front of each grave bag and crouched down to dig up the dirt from the grave bag.

The players just watched them dig in the dirt, and when the grave was dug up, they lay down in the grave themselves, silently.