"Woo~!"

In a long corridor full of art, a series of strange cries sounded, like evil ghosts asking for their lives.

And at the end of the gallery, a feng shui painting hangs.

It was a graveyard in the middle of nowhere.

There is no tombstone in front of the grave, and a man in a white filial piety robe cannot distinguish between men and women, kneeling in front of the grave, his body stiff and motionless, and this pervasive cry of the grave comes from this painting.

The cry grew louder and louder.

The grave weeper seems to have come back to life.

An even more terrifying scene happened.

The grave weeper came out of the painting, revealing half of his body.

The remaining half of the painting is constantly emerging.

It wears a white filial piety hat on its head, hangs down a white cloth, covers its face, faintly revealing half of its outline, and its body is filled with a dead breath, without the slightest breath of a living person.

The player with the ID of [Dragon Jeeze] is watching in horror as he watches all this.

His name is Yang Feng, and he is an ordinary thriller gamer.

He was separated.

Slipped into the realm of weird talk.

Triggers the Grave Weeper's killing pattern.

This ubiquitous cry is the embodiment of supernatural power.

He couldn't control himself, his eyes were moistening, and his expression was becoming sad.

He covered his ears, but the sound kept ringing.

To his despair, not only did he lose control of his face, but he also seemed to be unable to control his movements, and his steps began to move, and he knelt down towards the grave in the painting.

The supernatural forces were controlling him, trying to make him kneel and cry for the grave.

Yang Feng was terrified, terrified to the extreme.

The level of horror of this ghost is too high.

The living simply can't resist it.

His expression was so sad that he was about to cry.

Yang Feng tried his best to endure it, but the wetness of his eyes was not under his control at all, and the sadness in his heart reached the extreme.

He looked at the messages on the chat interface, and his heart was in despair.

"Stepping on ......"

Just then, a heavy footstep sounded.

Yang Feng was taken aback.

Person? Or a ghost?

He glanced back.

It's getting more and more terrifying.

It's a ghost!

It is the eighth strange talk on campus, holding the head of the corpse.

Walking in the shadow, the ghost ropes hung down behind him, and the ghost was hoisted.

"It's over!"

Yang Feng was completely desperate.

There are grave weepers in front, and there is a shadow in the back.

It was impossible for him to run away.

He ended up sending a message reminding the other players not to come.

This gallery will be the most treacherous place on campus.

And he will be the first victim.

Stomp ......

Footsteps are getting closer.

It was like a drum beating in his heart, making his heart palpitate.

Closer, closer and closer.

Yang Feng tensed his body, waiting for death......

"What are you doing on your knees here?"

A voice rang in his ears.

Yang Feng raised his head suddenly.

I saw Shen Jian's normal human face, looking at him condescendingly.

Rows of hanging corpses floated around him.

Yang Feng: ......

Thanks, it's even scarier.

"You...... Are you human!? ”

At this moment, Yang Feng was shocked.

Because he noticed the player information on Shen Jian's head.

【Yama King Himself】

[Level: 10]

Yang Feng was stunned.

Gamer?

It's a gamer!

The eighth strange talk on campus in their mouths turned out to be a player?

"Hey, how do you talk, of course I'm human, isn't it obvious?"

Shen Jian glanced down at himself.

has a nose and eyes, a heartbeat and breathing, and can sing and dance rap, how can he be expelled.

Yang Feng: ......

He glanced at the dozen or so ghosts around him and collapsed.

Big brother, you are haunted by evil spirits, the same as taking a younger brother, saying that you are a human being, do you believe it yourself?

"Woo~!"

The faint cry continued.

The supernatural curse paused for a moment, and directly evolved to the third stage.

The cry was dry, hoarse, and indescribable in words.

There is an inexplicable weirdness everywhere.

The sadness that Yang Feng had just stopped suddenly surged out again.

"Ma Dan, I just wanted to say, why do you cry the grave and cry the grave, why are you crying so ugly?"

Shen Jian scolded.

He turned around and walked in the direction of the grave weeper.

Yang Feng was taken aback: "Big brother, don't be reckless, the closer you get to it, the more you can't control your ......thoughts."

Syllable!

The words are not falling.

The crisp sound of crumbling overshadowed the crying.

Yang Feng: ??!

He was completely stunned.

His pupils shook and he looked at everything in front of him.

Grave Weepers: ???

The grave weeper was also stunned.

Brother, you're a bit unreasonable.

When has the sound of crying graves been heard? Isn't it all like that?

Your slap is a bit unreasonable.

The grave weeper went berserk.

The covered white cloth began to flutter, and the cry became more shrill.

It's almost like puncturing the eardrum.

At the same time, his lower body is struggling to get out of the painting.

Shen Jian couldn't listen anymore.

It's noise, and there's echoing noise.

He took out the mourning stick in his left hand and raised the giant scythe in his right hand.

"My dear ghost, do you want to be beaten by this kind mourning stick, or do you want to be slashed by this lovely sickle?"

Shen Jian gave two options.

Grave Weeper: ......

Can I not choose?

The grave weeper raised his hand tremblingly and chose the scythe.

Syllable.

Shen Jian viciously forced him over: "Why don't you choose the mourning stick?" Do you think it's not kind enough? ”

Grave Weeper: !!

You don't give me a choice.

The grave weeper cried.

Drizzle pear blossoms, aggrieved to the point of not working.

It feels like the ghost has been insulted.

He remembered.

In the future, this human must be good-looking.

As for now......

After the lesson just now, he was a little less unruly and decisively chose the mourning stick.

The next second.

Another big came over.

"He actually thinks your scythe is not cute, I beat him for you and avenge you."

Shen Jian said to the rift girl.

Rip Woman: ......

Grave Weeper: ......

Ahh

Tired, this world is no longer worth saving, let's destroy.

A white cloth fell.

This white cloth is the white cloth used by the grave weeper to cover his face, and the outline of a human face can be clearly seen on it, and the outline of the human face is strange and hollow, with a sad cry.

[Get a crying face.] 】

[Crying face (mutilated): Controllable. 】

[Note: By covering your face, you can get a second face.] 】

"Hey, that's not going to work? I still like your unruly appearance, why don't you recover? ”

Crying face: ......

Shen Jian was a little stunned.

This grave crying ghost has a bad psychological quality.

He picked up the white cloth on the ground.

The white cloth was rough and old, not so much white, but it had actually been dyed a kind of gray, a little dirty, and the outline of a crying face was printed on it.

This is the essence of the grave weeping ghost, a crying face.

This reminded Shen Jian of the scarecrow who was serving his sentence on the first layer of the eighteenth layer of hell.

There was a smile on his face.

Even the law of killing is similar.

One is a smiling face that has been dug up, and the other is a crying face that has been printed.

Crying and laughing, two similar grimaces.

Shen Jian put it away, not intending to control it.

He likes to hunt for curiosity, but that doesn't mean he wants to be a party for curiosity.

The other side.

Yang Feng was stunned.

The grave weeper, that's it?

If he read it correctly, the Grave Crying Ghost is definitely a white-clothed ghost, and the horror level is not good in a two-star dungeon.

After all, the Grave Weeper can kill people just by crying, and if it weren't for the ability to move, this would definitely be a difficulty for a three-star or higher copy.

But he was taken in by a level 10 player.

I'm super, you're a little unreasonable.

Even if it's a big guy who opens a trumpet, you can show off your supernatural powers.

Just rely on a few big pockets to make the ghost obedient.

This is said, which one can accept it.

"Do you still want to kneel? I will allow you to get even. ”

Shen Jian said casually.

Yang Feng: ......

He was a little embarrassed: "I have weak legs. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's normal, I want to ...... it at the beginning"

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, could it be that the big guy wanted to say that he was so scared that his legs were weak?

"The ghost kneels to me like this, I'm used to it."

Yang Feng: ......

……

Meanwhile.

Instructor Qian, who was already close to the gallery floor, sank in his heart.

There was no crying.

Is it already over?

Is it a bad win? Or did the grave weepers win?

All hearts are heavy.

Because no matter what the outcome is, the player who is left alone will not survive.

Humans are too vulnerable, and even if they have supernatural items, the survival rate in the face of ghost attacks is less than one percent.

[Instructor Qian: @龙绝子, don't worry, I will report the information to the official when I go back, and there will be logistics personnel who will secretly help your family, rest in peace. 】

Although the other party could no longer see it, Instructor Qian still solemnly assured.

It's just abrupt.

A message appears in the chat.

【Dragon Absolute Son: ??? 】

[Instructor Qian: The corpse has been defrauded!! 】