What?

The sharp blade was shocked, and at this moment, even if he had the heart to dodge, it was too late.

What's more, he didn't react at all.

Click.

The hard hammer slammed into his heart, and the sharp blade felt only breathless.

Immediately afterward, the pain of the heart struck.

This time it's really a veritable "drill heart".

The sharp blade could clearly feel that part of the shattered sternum had pierced deep into his heart.

"Ahh

The face of the sharp blade instantly turned extremely pale, and under the illumination of the moonlight, it looked even more penetrating.

The body that had lost its strength had to lean against the window, the sharp blade covering its heart, and let out a half-dead wail.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly loomed over him, obscuring the moonlight that was projected into the room along the window.

Yun Fan, who was squatting under the window, slowly stood up, and the rain slowly dripped down his cheeks.

"Next stop..."

"Hell!"

Yun Fan rounded his arm, and the blood-stained hammer swung out again.

And his target is the defenseless back of the head of the sharp blade.

This time, if it is realized, it is enough to kill with one blow.

......

The sound of a talisman suddenly exploded in his ears, and even though his consciousness gradually blurred, the sharp blade still clearly captured the word "hell".

He looked up, a grinning smile on his pale face, but it was a wry smile.

"Planted."

The hammer head quickly enlarged in his vision, and the sharp blade only had time to spit out those two words.

The level of this executioner is definitely far above the two of them, and he has lost unjustly.

Bang!

In the next moment, the hammer carrying the intention of the executioner's judgment slammed down, and the sharp blade killed him instantly.

Crash!

Half of his head was visibly dented, and hot blood spurted onto the ceiling like a fountain.

For a while, inside and outside the house, only the sound of rain could be heard.

It's just that the sound of rain outside comes from the sky, and the rain of blood inside comes from the corpses of sharp blades.

[The sharp blade has been killed.] 】

There was a prompt sound from the system in his ears, and a silent smile appeared on Yun Fan's face.

A stream of heat splattered across his face, and Yun Fan raised his arm and wiped it with the bandage.

Then, Yun Fan roughly ripped off the bandages all over his body, and the white coat reappeared.

"It's your turn for this patient."

The faceless face slowly poked into the window, and Yun Fan looked at the stunned strong man, and his voice became extremely playful.

......

"I..."

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground but still gushing blood, an endless coolness rose in the heart of the Jingyanggang God of War.

The two people who were still chatting with themselves just now, the two old birds of the game who were regarded as their backers, turned into two cold corpses in the blink of an eye.

For some reason, a thought appeared in the mind of Jingyanggang God of War, and his fate would be the same as theirs.

And at this time...

"It's your turn for this patient."

A cold voice suddenly sounded, and the face of the trembling Jingyanggang God of War suddenly turned iron blue.

He looked up tremblingly and looked at the source of the sound, only to see...

A face with no facial features!

At this moment, in his field of vision, the executioner was poking his head into the room, and he let out a piercing laugh at himself.

"Come and stay with me!"

Immediately afterward, the sound of mysterious arrows came from the mouth of the executioner.

"You're doomed!"

And the next sentence turned into the calm voice of the sharp blade.

What is it?

A sense of fear filled the brain of the Jingyanggang God of War, and he was almost frightened when he heard the voice of the dead man.

At this juncture, where could he remember that it was just a game, and that under the influence of his survival instinct, he left all useless things behind.

"Help!"

The Jingyanggang God of War covered his face and wailed, and he took a step and fled in the direction of the executioner.

......

And Yunfan here.

"Huh."

Seeing that the fugitive had no intention of resisting at all, Yun Fan smiled contemptuously.

"Self-defeating."

Yun Fan stared at his distant back and muttered to himself.

From the conversation between the three of them just now, it is not difficult for Yun Fan, who has been pretending to be a patient, to hear that this big man is a newcomer.

Moreover, his every move is enough to confirm this.

And Yunfan knows that the psychological quality of newcomers has always been very poor!

In this immersive experience created by the Nightmare Horror game, the problem of mental quality is infinitely magnified.

Many players with poor tolerance, even after playing hundreds or thousands of games, will still involuntarily fall into a deep fear when they see the executioner.

In such a situation, these players will involuntarily forget that they are only playing a horror game and mistakenly think that they are in reality.

But the Nightmare of Fear game is a good thing here, when this happens to the player, the game system will make some corrections to their memories the moment they leave the game.

This also makes it possible for players to be in a trance for a while after the game, but not to be scared into madness.

Then, when they think back to that game, their mindset automatically becomes resolute.

Although it happened to them, they looked at it with an absolutely objective attitude throughout the whole process.

As a result, many fugitive players can only recall the thrill of walking on the line between life and death, and thus become happy.

Although he was beaten again and again, he still couldn't control his hand from pressing the "matchmaking match", just like online shopping.

And when Yun Fan saw the state of the big man, he immediately understood his current psychological condition.

Now, his thick armament has become an obstacle, and the heavy body armor has limited the running speed of the Jingyanggang God of War.

"I said, you can't run away."

Taking out the clip from his waist, Yunfan slowly lifted it to his eyes.

Sou!

The next moment, the bear trap swirled out with a violent air current, leaving an afterimage in the air.

The clip slipped between the legs of the Jingyanggang God of War, and then landed firmly in front of him.

......

And Jingyanggang God of War also felt a cool breeze suddenly rising from under his crotch, and a flower appeared in front of him, and then a large clip shining with cold light appeared in front of him.

"No!"

Jingyanggang God of War reacted quickly and wanted to slow down, but he couldn't stop the car at all because he stepped on the slippery bloodstains.

Quack.

In the next second, the sharp steel teeth tore through the flesh of Jingyanggang God of War and sank into his calf.

"Ahhh

Cold sweat instantly soaked his forehead, and fear tried to drive him on, but the pain forced him to stop.

Jingyanggang God of War grabbed his shirt and screamed in pain.

"Disobedient patients are punished."

Behind him, the indifferent voice of the executioner suddenly sounded.

Jingyanggang God of War turned his head in despair, but he could only see a big hand reaching out to him.

Syllable!

The helmet was taken off vigorously, and the Jingyanggang God of War suddenly felt a lightness on his head. The helmet was then thrown away by the executioner and smashed against the wall.

"You don't seem to have the trust you deserve in doctors?"

The demon's whisper sounded again, and in the field of vision of the Jingyanggang God of War, it raised its hammer high.