When Li Ling walked to the door of 202.

He actually has a lot of ideas.

The player is too scared to open the door and then breaks into it himself.

The player's nerves are big, and he opens the door directly...

The player is dead and can't open the door...

But Li Ling never thought of it.

This door turned out to be weird for himself.

What is this?

Helped yourself on a shortcut in life?

Looking at the current situation in the room, looking at the messy scene and the weirdness of being stunned, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

How is it like the scene of the rape...

Toss the sack in your hand aside.

Li Ling skillfully turned back to his senses and locked the door.

When you look back again.

The arms that had been in the room were all gone, and they all retracted under the bed, leaving only a fainting player and a piece of chicken feathers.

Obviously.

Compared to the weirdness he encountered in the room before, this should be considered relatively alert, and he shrank directly under the bed.

But...

It's no longer a question of retracting or not retracting.

Since it was seen by Li Ling.

Then there is only one fate left for this guy.

Slipped into a sack and then acted as a performance...

Li Ling walked forward, came to the edge of the bed, raised one hand down, and slammed it up, and the whole bed was overturned.

An extremely strong smell of corpses came from the surface.

One, two, three....

Li Ling stretched out his hand and counted it.

Under this bed, there were three whole corpses hidden.

The one that has died the longest has completely rotted, only the bones remain, and the latest, which has just begun to rot now, these should be the players of the horror game, but they died in this one copy.

Li Ling shifted his gaze down a little.

A pale arm, now appearing in a parasitic way, appeared on the least decomposed corpse, motionless, trying to sneak past it in this way.

What breed is this weird?

Li Ling stretched out his hand and directly tore the half of his arm off the corpse.

In his sight, some information began to emerge.

【Strange Thing - Strange Arm】

[Description: An arm that does not decay, after a long period of erosion, gradually acquired some terrifying abilities, and gave birth to some wisdom.] 】

[Function: You can transplant this arm to yourself to form a symbiotic state with it, so as to gain the strength of the other party.] 】

[Note: In the process of using it, please be careful of counter-devouring, the corpses you see are all players who have wanted to use it.] 】

Look at the information above.

Li Ling was stunned for a moment.

Tricks...

That's kind of interesting.

As a yincha, it knew that there were some powerful spiritual objects in this world, or something else, such as the soul hooking chain in its hand, and the sack was spiritual objects.

But this is the first time he has seen such a so-called "strange thing".

According to the description above, this thing can use the power of this arm as long as it is transplanted.

This is indeed a good way for most players to become stronger quickly, and soon have the power to fight against the weird, but at the same time, this thing will gradually eat away at the host...

Looking at this half of the arm, Li Ling couldn't help frowning, if a player died in the real world when he had a strange thing, wouldn't it be a disguised way to bring these strange things from the dungeon to the reality?

After thinking about it, he groaned for a while, then raised the arm and pressed it against the back of his back.

The suction force came, causing the back to adhere to the arm completely, and some strange change appeared in my mind, as if I had an extra organ out of thin air, which could be driven by myself.

[You have access to the Strange Thing - the Strange Arm]

[Note: Please use force sparingly.] 】

[Note 2: Please do not take out the strange object at will, it may encounter backlash.] 】

Look at the prompt in front of you.

Li Ling ripped off the arm that had just been adhered to as if he were disassembling a toy: "You can show me one of them." ”

Spooky Arm: ...

This thing is still very different from the trick defined by the underworld, and according to Li Ling's experience, this should not be regarded as performance.

Come to think of this.

Li Ling couldn't help but scold a few words: "Waste thing! Not even performance! What do you want? ”

Spooky Arm: ...

Receive it in the warehouse.

He slipped through the sack, glanced at the comatose player, closed the door, and silently left the room to move on to his next destination.

.....

.....

Walk through the dimly lit corridors.

Footsteps echoed.

Li Ling dragged the sack, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

Wrong.

The sound of the footsteps is not my own.

"Da-da..."

The sound didn't stop, and it got closer and closer to me.

"Smack..."

The lights in the stairwell came on.

Li Ling raised his head, and in front of him, there stood a man in a security uniform.

This shouldn't be called a human being, his cheeks are rotten, his hat is crooked, his body exudes a strong smell of corpses, and there is a line of nickname descriptions on the top of his head.

Obviously.

This should be the so-called "danger" that the previous dungeon prompted.

The two are facing each other.

The only half of the Patrol's lips squirmed: "Go back... room..."

The voice was low, and with that rotten cheek, it was very intimidating.

"Uh-huh."

Li Ling nodded, and took out a new sack.

This guy is relatively large and needs to get another one.

The atmosphere became deadlocked.

As if in warning, the patrol spat out a number: "Three..."

"Two..."

"One..."

With its final countdown to the sound.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

The patrol clutched the blood-stained baton, and the gray mist that shrouded his body gradually rose and rushed towards him.

A moment later.

The beaten patrol who was not like a strange patrol covered his head with his hands and hid in the corner: "Don't... Hit..."

Li Ling copied the baton in the other party's hand, and knocked it over with a dull stick without saying a word.

Blood splatters.

A few yellowed teeth fell out of the mouth in a graceful arc, carrying blood, and fell downstairs.

I have to say.

It's a little cooler to use than your own chains.

Looking at the baton in his hand.

A message emerged.

[Item: Blood-stained batons]

[Description: A baton stained with special blood, some special, and can also cause damage to weirdness.] 】

[Note: I am a security guard and love bear cookies. 】

Well...

It's still a weapon.

Put the half-dead patrol in a sack.

Li Ling continued to walk downward.

Because the trick of room 202 could not be used as a reason for performance, he was still a little worried, where to find new performance, but he didn't expect to bump into himself so soon.

A moment of effort,

Li Ling had already arrived at the door of room 101.