Following.

Shen Jian came to the joint location.

I saw Wang Chen, a middle-aged uncle who was still wearing a suit and sneaky in this summer, like a middle-aged uncle who was going to trade arms secretly.

"Big guy, we'll meet again."

Wang Chen was very excited.

It's a golden thigh.

A man who can destroy the copy and make the Afterlife Villa fall into maintenance.

He searched the materials all night and had not heard of anyone who could do this.

The most amazing thing is that the copy was done on the first day.

Hold on to this thigh and live the rest of your life.

I just don't know if the big guy will respond to him if he calls "Brother Leg".

"Where's the copy invitation?"

Shen Jian was shocked in his words.

"Whoa."

Wang Chen took out a beautiful letter from his arms.

[Triggers a special dungeon: Psychic Funeral Parlor.] 】

[Mode: Team up in two.] 】

[Hint: This is an invitation from a funeral home, and they are hiring every day with a high salary, but it doesn't seem to be satisfactory.] By completing the commission, you will be able to obtain the status of a funeral home worker. 】

Look at the message on the game interface.

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

Funeral home staff, referring to the identity in the horror world?

With this layer of identity, can you enter the world of thrillers?

"Are you ready?"

Shen Jian asked.

Wang Chen: ......

Shouldn't I ask you, why are you anti-guest-oriented?

The big guy is strong.

He nodded.

Shen Jian opened the invitation.

Everything around is starting to change.

【Loading ......】

A sufficient number of players have been detected. 】

[The game has officially begun.] 】

[Copy: Supernatural Funeral Parlor.] 】

[Contents: This is the land of the dead, the final home of all vain souls, don't alarm them, they will wake up.] 】

[Number of players: 6.] 】

[Main Quest: Deliver the Monster back to the funeral home.] 】

[Side quest 1: Not opened.] 】

[Side quest 2: Not opened.] 】

[Friendly reminder: The more you know, the safer it is. 】

[Difficulty: 1 star.] 】

Scarlet font confides.

Shen Jian opened his eyes, and his surroundings had become unfamiliar.

He stood on a drowsy street.

There were five more people standing around.

In addition to him and Wang Chen, the other four people also seemed to join in the form of a team, and the position between them exposed this.

Four men and two women.

His gaze swept over the four of them in turn.

Two male pairs, of similar age, one tall and strong, one sharp and thin, one level 1, one level 3, one ID is [non-attack], and the other is [love].

Two female combinations, one is submissive, with freckles on his face, a level 2 player, and his ID is [Fei Fei].

A Sven is calm, with a frame of black-rimmed eyes, a level 4 player, and his ID is [Shuyi].

Shen Jian squinted.

His gaze lingered on the slender young man and the eyed girl for a moment.

Because the breath of these two people is a little different.

Either there are supernatural props on the body, or some of the monsters are controlled.

The overall look is ......

Quite a bit stronger than the player he first encountered.

There are real skills.

The grades speak for themselves.

The eyes of the rest of the people were also glancing, and finally they all focused on Shen Jianjian.

Without him, Shen Jian has the highest level.

Lead the game.

"This is a veteran player who has gone through many quests."

Several people made judgments at the same time.

Observation room.

A crisp voice sounded: "That, is it the car of the funeral home?" ”

It was a freckled woman with a face who spoke, and she pointed to the side of the road.

A hearse with the word "Lay" on it was parked not far from them.

Several people were taken aback.

Compared to ordinary hearses, this funeral car is too big.

It's the size of a bus.

And the interior decoration is no different from that of a bus.

Not a traditional hearse.

"We're not going to take this car and transport the monster back, are we?"

The tall man swallows his saliva, and the living person sits in a hearse, which is a big taboo.

What's more, it's a thriller game.

Anything can happen.

"Something was left in the car."

The glasses girl also spoke.

Pointed to the driver's seat at the front.

It's a questionnaire.

From the funeral home.

【Main quest has been opened......】

[Quest Hint: Go to the Ping An Hotel, investigate the identity of the victim, and transport the body back to the funeral home.] 】

[Note: Danger often comes from ignorance.] 】

Several people turned their attention to the questionnaire.

I chuckled inwardly.

Question 1: What was the relationship between the deceased during their lifetime?

Question 2: Did the deceased die by homicide or suicide?

Question 3: What is the cause of death?

Question 4: Where is the body?

What's the matter, what kind of trouble are you transporting corpses in a funeral parlor like a criminal investigation and forensic doctor?

Could it be that the corpse can still get up before the body is burned and ask you, how did he die?

Shen Jian sighed.

A good thriller game, do all this useless.

After reading the content, the other players also turned white and had a purple sauce.

Among them, the tall man and the freckled girl trembled slightly.

They looked at Wang Chen.

That's right.

They saw it.

All three groups of players are a master with a rookie.

And Wang Chen, like them, belongs to the one who was brought.

This is a kind of resonance between rookies.

However......

Wang Chen's reaction was very calm.

It made them look at each other.

Look at each other's thighs.

The slender young man pointed to the hotel opposite: "It is impossible for a thriller game to give a mission to die, since this questionnaire is published, then the answer must be found in the hotel." ”

The glasses girl also nodded.

Wang Chen lowered his voice and said, "Brother Leg, what should I do?" ”

Shen Jian glanced at the other party's middle-aged Mediterranean, but didn't say anything, just sighed: "Let's take a look first, I'm not very good at this kind of puzzle game." ”

He looked up.

The Ping An Hotel mentioned in the game hint is just opposite.

It was a hotel that also served as a place to eat and stay.

Some were old, the white paint on the outside of the walls had been blurred, and moss was overgrown all over the inn.

It looks eerie, as if it was built on a cemetery.

A sick ghost smoking a dry cigarette and coughing violently in his mouth looks at the player with a cloudy, whitish eyeball.

Every cough is as if something bad is happening.

"Staying in the hotel, or playing sharp?"

The sick man spoke, in a voice that was almost mute.

The thin young man said in a deep voice: "We are the staff of the funeral home, we are here to transport the corpses, please let us in." ”

There is no doubt that this is a trick.

They can't break through.

Only play by the rules.

"One thousand for one person."

"What?" The slender young man was stunned.

"If you want to go in, you can get a thousand horror coins per person." The sick man continued to smoke dry cigarettes, and the clouds were shrouded in mist.

Everyone was shocked.

What a big appetite.

A thousand thriller coins is undoubtedly a huge sum of money for them.

And not everyone can afford it.

This currency, which can only be used in the horror world, is absolutely extremely important to players, and no one wants to use it unless they have to.

What's more, it's just the cost of getting in the door.

What to do?

Many players looked at each other.

I don't know what to do for a while.

For the first time, they encounter a local monster that is making things difficult for the player.

Before he could enter the hotel, he was stopped outside.

Although there is no time limit for this dungeon, fools know that the longer you drag on in a dungeon full of weirdness, the more dangerous it becomes.

Patience is consumed, but people don't.

"Yo, fellow, I'll walk with you."

At this moment, a tsk sounded.

Everyone was stunned.

Because they saw Shen Jian go up.

A look of enthusiasm for meeting fellow villagers and asking the other party to introduce the work.

Crowd of players: ???

Sick Ghost: ???

Who is with you?

"Are you walking with me? You're also a hostel? ”

The sick ghost's hoarse cough rang out.

"Almost, I'm a robber!"