Salted Fish Zombie

"Are you a player?"

Ning Su looked at the ghost in black robe in front of him, "Ah, it should be said, were you ever a player?"

The ghost stood quietly facing the window, seeming to be remembering, trying very hard, as if it was difficult to remember.

After a long time, he still couldn't answer Ning Su.

Ning Su thought of the old man and the schoolbag boy.

None of them knew they were dead.

If the person in front of him is also a player and can remember, then he will realize his own death.

Ning Su didn't make him think about this question again, he said to him: "I don't know how you play the black robe, you or someone in this ship seems to be able to communicate with him."

"If you have a chance, please tell him that I didn't kill him, it was Lin Liang he trusted, it was the villagers, it was the system."

"I took that step forward not because of guilt, but because of regret."

The ghost left after listening.

Ning Su looked at several people struggling on the beds in the dark night, and thought to himself, not only dead bodies but also players are walking this dark road.

The dead are aware of death.

The player reconciles with a certain death in his heart.

I just don't know how many people can reconcile.

Ning Su rolled onto the bed, he rubbed Gui Sheng's stupid hair, "Did you pull me back?"

Guisheng: "Yeah!"

Ning Su: "Don't worry, it's fine even if I pull him."

Guisheng let out a "huh".

Ning Su said to the two children, "Go to sleep."

One big and two small fell asleep immediately.

When Ning Su woke up the next day, Pang Yang immediately told him, "Four players died last night!"

He and Fang Qi were serious. The number of players who died this night was only less than that of the first night.

The most desperate thing is that when you think you have survived the most difficult time, you have seen hope, and you are dragged back to the darkest time.

It's too overwhelming.

The two of them were dignified and withered, like eggplants that had been beaten, pretending to be strong.

Pang Yang: "How could it be? At this time, how could four players die overnight? What happened?"

When Ning Su was thinking about what to say about what happened last night, several players gathered at Xuewei's side, and someone called them over.

Xuewei's face was very ugly.

Originally, there were sixteen players gathered here, four of them died last night, and now there are only twelve left.

In addition to Ning Su and the others, Xueweigu Xinghua, Wan Bo and Yunxiang Ning, there are four other players who are divided into two places.

"I heard him call that ghost's name before he died. He knew that ghost." One of the players said.

Gu Xinghua: "Could it be that another dead player was transformed into the same kind?"

"No, it shouldn't be. It wasn't this dungeon that died. He was talking about other dungeons. He kept apologizing to that ghost."

Several people were taken aback.

Ning Su said: "It's the player who felt ashamed, the dead player."

Several people were taken aback again.

Xuewei asked him: "How do you know?"

Ning Su: "The ghost also came to look for me last night."

Xuewei: "Why are you alright?"

Ning Su looked up at her, "How can something happen to me."

"..."

Fang Qi was even more serious, "That is to say, not only those of us who just entered the dungeon may be turned into their kind, but also the players who died before?"

Pang Yang said: "The players who died in the past should be dead bodies or ghosts, and they can no longer be said to be turned into the same kind."

Wan Bo: "That is to say, some of these dead bodies were originally players who died in different instances?"

Pang Yang: "No wonder they didn't have any problems with my introduction. They know about the dungeon and the real estate of the base. So they are players in the first place!"

"That, that, they are too scary, we can't hide from them." Yun Xiangning said tremblingly.

Ning Su added: "To be precise, what is shown to the player is the dead player who the player felt guilty about."

"What's the meaning?"

Ning Su: "Mine was pretended by a ghost."

"..."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Ning Su: "But I did see the dead player in the dead instance."

"..."

Ning Su: "I can't guarantee whether what the other four players saw is true."

"..."

Pang Yang stroked his curly hair, "This is too difficult."

In this horror game, not to mention anything else, just say that there are definitely more than half of the players in their fourth-level dungeons. Those who are guilty and guilty, if they go back to that time, if they have the opportunity again, who would not want to give it a try? Woolen cloth.

After talking briefly for a while, the players dispersed in thoughtful ways.

When Ning Su came back, he saw Manman lying on the small table between the two beds and drawing.

Before Manman was born, her perverted biological father was ready to make her the most powerful Gumanthong in the world.

Her children's room is filled with hair, skulls and horror pictures, her toys are Gumantong, and she drinks human blood.

But her biological father is indeed rich and powerful. Besides these, he gave her material life like a princess.

She can play the piano and paint.

Not a bad drawing.

Ning Su stood there watching for a while.

It is Manman's unique style, combining horror and childishness.

It can be seen that she drew it for the old man.

There are old people, daughters, and grandchildren in the painting. Under the blood-colored moon, the family enjoys themselves happily, watching the chicken head fall backwards with its neck cut off, the **** rooster dancing, and blood splashing to every corner of the yard.

The little girl raised her head and asked him in a low voice, "Mom, can I draw well?"

Ning Su: "...OK."

Ghost King: "Superb, super cute!"

Ning Su: "."

The little girl raised her chin, "Give it to grandpa as a souvenir."

Ning Su: "...Ah Fei, it's like this, now grandpa still has the aesthetics of a normal person."

He still can't get the aesthetics of your ghost master.

The little girl looked at him suspiciously.

Ning Su: "I mean, a blood-spitting rooster can be replaced by a fluffy chick."

Under Ning Su's guidance, Manman repainted a painting.

Guisheng also participated in this painting.

When ghosts were born in Huaiyang Village, let alone drawing, they couldn't even walk as humans.

Manman held his hand and drew a yellow smiling sun on the upper right of the painting.

Guisheng stared at it for a long time with his eyes wide open, his eyes seemed to be stained with the light of the little sun in the painting, his eyes were shining brightly, "Wow~"

He turned his head to look at Manman, hugged her suddenly, bent his eyes and rubbed her face, "Sister!"

The arrogant little girl: "What is this? I will teach you to count and play the harmonica in the future."

"The last time I worked in that black restaurant, I washed a hundred dishes for a leg of lamb. You washed 182, and you always suffered a loss."

Then she also smiled happily.

Ning Su: "..."

There is no need to wash the dishes and exchange the leg of lamb.

Thinking about it, he also smiled.

Ever since he brought the ghost child out, he has been thinking about adopting another ghost child.

Guisheng has never had any friends since he was born. He hides alone in the small warehouse, and those little ghosts and beasts don't take him to play.

When he saw Manman's life experience in the castle study, he decided it was Manman.

Two ghost children, accompanied by each other.

Even if he is gone, he will not be alone and bullied.

It's rare that their personalities complement each other so well.

Ning Su also picked up Pang Yang's notebook and began to draw.

When the two ghost children gave the painting to the old man, Ning Su gave the schoolbag boy a detailed hand-painted map of Jinda.

"Jin University is quite big. It will take some time to find out the various colleges. I will send you a map."

The boy looked at the detailed map in surprise, and then looked at the boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old in surprise, "You, are you a senior?"

No wonder he asked, this map is really detailed and very life-like, in addition to the situation of each courtyard, which cafeteria has which dishes are delicious, and which days of the week have special dishes.

Ning Su: "..."

I really dare not be.

He said in his heart, you are my senior, or my senior more than 20 years ago.

Ning Su didn't say anything, and the boy took it as his acquiescence.

He looked at him in surprise, and said with embarrassment: "Senior, can you tell me about Jinda University? I entered a special training class, and it will take a year before I can choose a major."

"Okay." Ning Su came to tell him this.

Ning Su climbed onto his bed, and the two teenagers sat on the bed, leaning against the wall of the boat, and chatted with the campus map.

Talk about how many books there are in the library.

Talk about how many couples there are in the lake on campus.

Talk about how much delicious food there is in the cafeteria, which buffet near the school is cheap and delicious.

Talk about teachers, past principals, and campus culture.

There was a bright light in their eyes, and they pointed to different directions in the cabin, as if they were not on a dark boat full of ghouls, but in a bright and beautiful campus.

"Senior, what you said was vivid and vivid. I seem to have smelled the aroma of books and food. I seem to... have been to school and walked around the school several times."

Ning Su pursed his lips and smiled.

"Senior, it would be great if we were in the same class and bed together. I really want to go to the library with you to eat in the cafeteria."

Who wouldn't want to.

Ning Su thought to himself.

The cold arms of the two leaned together, no one would dislike the other, no one was different.

Ning Su got off the boy's bed, and the two children were still lying on the old man's lap, looking at the painting while listening to the old man talking about his daughter and little grandson.

When he got old, he loved to talk about these things, but no one listened to them for a long time.

Ning Su watched for a while, left the two children here, and went back to take a nap by himself.

When Ling Xiao opened his eyes, there were two little heads beside the bed.

Two children who were naturally different, grabbed the bed rails, stood there in the air, only showing two small heads, staring at him with big eyes.

Seeing him open his eyes, he panicked for a moment, but soon stabilized.

The little girl pushed a piece of paper in front of him, and the two children quickly retracted their heads and went down.

Ling Xiao picked up the piece of paper.

It's a picture on paper.

There are a total of four "persons" in the painting, two big, two small, and two small.

Two small ones stand in the middle, two big ones stand on both sides, and each leads a small one.

The little girl is wearing a skirt with a ring of vines on it.

The little boy's eyes are slightly different.

A big one is wearing a loose white T-shirt with a crooked collar.

A big one was wearing a black windbreaker and holding a blood flower in his hand.

They walked home against the blood-red sunset.

Ling Xiao looked at it for a while, and another ball of paper flew up.

[Player Ning Su sincerely invites player Ling Xiao to go fishing on the deck. ]

From someone who just woke up.

Even in the daytime, it was gloomy here, and it was barely possible to see things.

The astringent wind on the deck is not too strong, it can curl the corners of clothes and blow hair, but it doesn't blow too much.

Ning Su looked at those foolish fishes and jumped on Ling Xiao's fishing rod. After a moment of silence, he simply threw the fishing rod and sat next to Ling Xiao, "Player Ling Xiao, let's discuss the dungeon?"

Ling Xiao: "..."

Ning Su said, "What do you think the identities of these ghosts on our boat are?"

Without hesitation, Ling Xiao said, "Most of them are players."

"how do you know?"

"I have seen."

"In what capacity did you meet?"

"..."

The chat ended unexpectedly.

The topic stopper didn't realize it at all, and after a while, he said to him again: "I also guessed a little bit, you know, I was on the way to the dungeon in the hearse, and saw a carload of dead bodies walking in the opposite direction to us. "

Ling Xiao: "What is a hearse?"

Ning Su: "..."

The players in the game base all call the car that enters the game a hearse, because the same car on the opposite side transports dead people.

This is already common sense in the base, everyone in the base knows it, even the ghosts know it.

Ning Su moved closer to him, scrutinizing him with his beautiful peach eyes, "You don't know about hearses, you are not a serious player."

He was very close to him.

Almost stuck together.

Clothes are as intertwined as breath.

Ling Xiao has never had the experience of getting close to people, all he has done is with the boy in front of him.

He should be very resistant, no one can get so close to him.

But the boy in front of him was an exception.

Miraculously, his body contained his heart, and his energy flowed through his body.

Sometimes, he wondered if his heart hadn't been taken away by this young man and sewn into his body, but the young man in front of him was a person that grew spontaneously from his heart.

part of his body.

That's why he let him approach without any resistance.

"I'm serious." He looked away from the boy's face.

Ning Su looked at him suspiciously, "You're lying, your heart just jumped suddenly."

"Don't lie, your heart is now in my body."

Ling Xiao: "It's your heart that's beating."

Ning Su: "It's yours."

"your."

"your."

"..."

The chat is over again.

I don't know who it belongs to, but I heard the beating sound anyway.

After listening for a while, Ning Su finally realized that the chat was off track again. He wanted to discuss the dungeon with Ling Xiao.

Ning Su continued to pick up the topic, "I arrived at the gate of the base in a hearse. When I came down, I happened to see a female player who had just cleared the level. She was holding a photo in her hand. I saw the man in the photo in those cars."

"She said that the man died in the dungeon, but I clearly saw that the man turned into a dead body and was transported to nowhere."

Ning Su looked up at Ling Xiao, "Are the players who died in the dungeon really just dead?"

Ling Xiao said: "It may just be dead, it may be expanded into an NPC, and it is not impossible to become a ghost master."

Ning Su pursed his lips and said, "Then, is there a possibility that they will be transported back to their original world?"

Ling Xiao was slightly stunned, and squinted, as if he was thinking about something.

The two of them tacitly did not talk about this topic again.

They were all sensitive to the dangers of the subject.

Ning Su continued to talk about the dungeon, "I have an idea, like the old man and the schoolbag boy, it is likely that they were in the same hearse. They died in the hearse and failed to enter the game to become official players."

"There are also some players who died in the game, who were selected by the system to gather in this instance."

Therefore, this dungeon should have no ghost master, not a fixed world.

Different players come in, and there will be different dead bodies for these players.

Even the lady driver was transferred here, at most to stabilize the existence of this world order.

Ling Xiao nodded, "It's possible."

Seeing that he didn't know, Ning Su was a little curious, "Didn't you know before?"

Didn't know about that, and didn't know about the hearse.

How on earth did he get into the game?

What kind of identity is it?

"My memory is fragmented, chaotic and messy." Even his eyes were chaotic and empty, until it fell on Ning Su's face, there was no fixed point.

After returning from the deck, Ning Su kept thinking about Ling Xiao's words.

When he said this, the wind suddenly became stronger and rolled up his windbreaker in a flying arc.

He half-closed his chaotic eyes, tapped the fishing rod with his long fingers, a few fish fell down, and more black fish scrambled to bite his fishing rod.

Those black fish all want to get close to him, probably because they naturally want his energy.

He has no complete memory, his body is distributed in thousands of copy worlds, many ghost masters were born due to his power, and many npcs **** his energy.

"Ning Su, we have a new discovery!" Fang Qi and Pang Yang came back to interrupt his thinking.

Pang Yang said: "There are many ghosts like that old man and the schoolbag boy."

Fang Qi nodded, "We boldly chatted with them and tried our best to help them."

Ning Su told them that they might be the players on the hearse, "It's just my guess without much basis."

Both were silent.

They think of those people, maybe they are going to meet their daughter and grandchildren secretly, maybe they are going to surprise their mother, maybe they are going to propose to their girlfriends, or maybe they are going to meet friends they haven’t seen for many years.

With countless expectations, he was involved in this game and never got to see that person again.

The people on the other side will never be able to wait for them.

Thinking of their family and friends in the original world, the two lay down on the bed in silence.

There were no deaths that night.

The same goes for the second night.

It was not easy for the players, because the two nights before the death of the four players were the same.

Sure enough, a new round of deaths occurred on the third night.

Ning Su heard crying in the middle of the night, it was a woman's crying.

He was surprised to find that the cry came from the human pupa master.

The little girl was crying like a girl, accompanied by bursts of **** smell.

Ning Su froze for a moment, got out of bed and walked over there.

In this dungeon, Ning Su and Ling Xiao are the most relaxed.

Then came Xuewei, who was not afraid at all now.

Xuewei slept peacefully for the past two days.

This night, at midnight, she heard something and woke up in a daze.

There was a man standing by her bed.

That person was not very tall, and his head just reached her upper bunk position.

Xue Wei stretched out her hand without thinking, but stopped halfway.

She stared blankly at the long-haired woman in front of her.

The long-haired woman turned her head to look at herself. There were no eyes in the eye sockets, and half of her nose was cut off.

Xuewei lowered her eyes in a trance, and saw her empty sleeves and empty trouser legs.

She opened her mouth and said two words to Xuewei, her mouth was empty without a tongue, and it was full of blood.

Because she didn't have a tongue, her words were slurred, but Xuewei knew what she was talking about.

elder sister.

Xuewei's original name was not Xuewei, but she is called Xuewei now because she has a younger sister named Weiwei.

Her younger sister has the same mother as her, but it is not known if she has the same father.

Their moms are nightclubs.

She didn't like her mother since she was a child, and she didn't like her sister either.

She was rebellious at a very young age, made boyfriends early, smoked cigarettes early, and looked like a little sister.

But her younger sister is different. She looks pure and excellent in studies.

Except for being a little lame, he's always been someone else's kid

—if the place they were in could be called home.

She heard someone say it in the toilet.

I don't know how a pure girl like Weiwei grew up in that dirty home.

They are like people from two worlds.

But Vivi always wants to merge the two worlds.

Since she was a child, she liked to follow her ass.

When a man came to the house, she walked out with her crookedly, and when she turned her head, the six-year-old would smile at her with her eyes bent.

When she was in school, if someone pointed at her, she would call her sister loudly, run over and smile at her under the shocked eyes of others.

After class, she was grabbed by a man by the hair. She swayed the man away with her schoolbag, and said to her with a crooked smile, "Sister, I nailed a nail into the schoolbag."

She would say, "Sister, let's go home together."

She would say, "Sister, will you come home with me?"

She would say, "Sister, why don't you take me with you?"

No matter how bad Xuewei is, she is always like this.

No matter how much damage she received, she would smile and lean over again.

The worst time, trying to scare her away completely, she put a rotten man in the small room where she was in the ktv.

She knew the ktv boss, and every time her sister came with her, the boss would let her do her homework in that small room.

She was very happy when she walked out of the ktv, but she couldn't move anymore.

She ran all the way back and saw her disheveled clothes and **** head smiling at her, she said, "Sister, shall we go home together?"

She always follows her like this.

Follow her all the way into this infinite horror game.

The first copy they entered was a harem-oriented horror game, Bloody Harem.

A group of master and servant, as long as one person makes a mistake, one of them will lose a five sense organ, or a limb.

If the servant dies, the master can still live; if the master dies, the servant will die with him.

Players can choose their own master and servant. If that's the only way, of course no one chooses to be a servant.

Servants additionally have the ability to hide their identities and have a chance to change masters.

At that time, she automatically became the master of the harem, but she didn't know who her servant was.

Until after speculation, in the end every pair of master and servant showed their cards.

Only then did she know that her sister had automatically chosen to be her servant in order for her to be her master.

At that time, her sister had already lost a leg and a hand.

She smiled and said, "Sister, look, my limping foot is gone, and now no one knows I'm crippled."

Even in the horror game, she still follows her closely.

She is different from her, she studies well and has a smart head. In the battle in the **** harem, the two newcomers actually went all the way to the end.

It's just that she is the first time to download the book, and she doesn't know that in the horror game, their deaths not only come from the ghost emperor, but also from the players.