Something strange is coming? Fortunately, I am the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace

[The player has entered the supernatural cinema, please choose the source to watch as soon as possible. 】

As Shen Jian walked to the toilet, scarlet panels kept appearing.

Urging him to choose as soon as possible.

Shen Jian ignored it.

Real-world dungeons cannot be used in horror games, and experience points will not increase even if the dungeon tasks are completed.

This result has been confirmed in the last real-life copy.

He doesn't have to base it on the gameplay of a horror game.

Stop, don't go to the toilet if you don't want to die.

at this time.

A voice stopped Shen Jian.

Shen Jian glanced over.

This was a small lounge for staff. A pair of eyes appeared from the crack in the door, warning Shen Jian.

Why.

Shen Jian said casually.

Why? Are you new here? Don't you know there is a ghost here?

What? Can you come out?

Is there really a living person walking in again? Are they here to save us?

When I heard someone new walking in, the lounge immediately became chaotic.

One by one they rushed out.

Among these people were men and women, children and old people. All of them had sallow complexions, heavy dark circles under their eyes, and looked like they had suffered from severe lack of sleep.

Seeing Shen Jian was like seeing a savior.

It's someone from outside. He doesn't look like he has been intimidated at all. He is exactly the same as us a few days ago.

Little brother, were you sent to save us? What's going on outside now? Have you started organizing a rescue?

Everyone said something to me.

He looked very anxious.

Everyone looked at Shen Jian with expectant expressions.

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

can not go out?

The first time the horror dungeon came to the real world, you could escape from the dungeon as long as you walked out of the deserted village. But this second time it came to the real world, this bug has been fixed.

It has become more and more like a supernatural copy.

Thriller Games is like a programmer, gradually fixing the problems of the supernatural copy.

In the future, as more and more copies arrive, Yangshi will eventually become the next horror world.

I'm here to find someone.

Shen Jian focused his eyes on a little boy.

He looked about five or six years old and was hiding behind an old man.

This is the lost son of the petitioner's mother.

Although he looked a little weak, he was probably just hungry.

Think about it.

Shen Jian took out the food from his body.

This was something he put on his body in his spare time, but he didn't expect that it would come in handy one day.

Your mother asked me to rescue you. Just hold on and you'll be out soon.

Shen Jian handed over the food and touched the little boy's head.

Others who received the food also thanked them profusely.

They had been trapped here for two days, during which they did not dare to leave the room at all, for fear of being stared at by ghosts. When they saw the food, they started to wolf it down one by one.

Tell me about the situation here.

Shen Jian asked.

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man walked out.

He hesitated and said: You are saving us, right.

Shen Jian nodded: You can understand it that way.

That's great, little brother. I don't dare to stay here for a moment. Every day I stay, an innocent person will die.

The middle-aged man danced and began to tell everything about this place: Little brother, I was the first one to find traces of ghosts. My wife and I came here to watch a movie. In the middle of the night, because I was too bored, I went to the toilet to smoke. As a result, a terrible scene happened. I saw a pale hand stretching out from the toilet stall, thinking that the other person wanted to borrow paper, but who knew that there were three pieces of paper in that hand.

A sinister voice asked me.

Do you want yellow paper, red paper or white paper?

The middle-aged man looked horrified and calmed down for a while before continuing: I was stunned at the time. Plus, I also like reading ghost stories, so I suddenly thought of that folk legend.

When you go to the toilet at night and encounter a pair of hands handing you a piece of paper and asking you to choose, you must not choose.

Because what you choose is the way you die.

If you choose yellow paper, you will be chopped into pieces and thrown into the toilet; if you choose red paper, your neck will be cut and blood will flow on the toilet floor; if you choose white paper, you will be the most terrifying, and your face will be pale on the third day. Die in a bathroom stall and no one knows how you died.

I was so scared.

The middle-aged man's voice was trembling.

I pushed open the toilet door and ran out, but soon I discovered a terrifying scene. All three pieces of paper were on my body, and I couldn't get rid of them no matter what I did.

Then every day, one of the three pieces of paper on my body will randomly disappear and appear on someone else. The person who received the paper will all die without exception.

And today is already the third day. Someone has received yellow paper and red paper a few days ago. I'm afraid this white paper will fall on me. Little brother, please help me, I don't want to die.

The middle-aged man looked terrified.

Shen Jian listened.

Only then did I understand why these people were still alive.

Ganqing has triggered Li Gui's killing pattern, and it is only because of the restriction that only one person can die every day that so many people can survive.

If we had waited a few more days, I'm afraid they would all be dead.

Give me all three pieces of paper.

ah?

The middle-aged man was slightly startled, but he still subconsciously handed over three pieces of paper representing doom and ominousness.

Little brother, it's useless. This paper found me out of nowhere. As long as it leaves me within five meters, it will come back to me. I have tried many methods, but to no avail.

Shen Jian said nothing.

Turn around and leave.

Five steps later, the middle-aged man subconsciously touched his pocket, and then his pupils shrank.

No!

He quickly opened another pocket and looked through other pockets that could hide things, but there was still none.

He was free from the curse.

Mr. Qi, I think he went to the toilet. Is he really an official? Why do you feel so reckless? Don't let yourself in and bring out three pieces of yellow, red and white paper at the same time.

A man in a suit who seemed to know the middle-aged man said worriedly.

The middle-aged man was shocked: Expert, that is definitely an expert. We can be saved.

…

In the toilet.

Shen Jian walked into one of them.

Less than ten minutes later, the lights in the toilet suddenly dimmed, flickering on and off, and a cold wind blew.

Hey hey hey.

A strange and sinister laughter sounded in his cubicle.

then.

A pale arm slowly stretched out from the toilet stall.

Before the paper ghost could speak.

Shen Jian stepped on his wrist and took out three pieces of paper from his pocket.

Jiejiejie, do you want yellow paper, red paper, or white paper?

Paper hander:? ? ?

He was totally confused.

This is the first time I've seen this happen.

Damn it.

Shouldn't this be my line?

you said so.

Then I'm talking nonsense.

The paper ghost was pressed against the door panel of the cubicle, with a grimace full of pain. He tried to pull his hand back, but couldn't do it.

Unless he had the courage to dismember his hand, he would not be able to move at all.

Without any choice.

The paper ghost could only shout: I choose, I choose the red paper.

The red paper was used to cut the neck, causing blood to flow all over the ground.

But he is a ghost, so it doesn't matter if the blood dries up, he can't die anyway.

The worst case scenario is getting your neck wiped.

The voice fell.

The foot that stepped on his wrist moved away.

and opened the door to his cubicle.

A man with a strange smile on his face was holding a blood-stained electric saw and looked at him with excitement: You chose a good way to die. The red paper was dismembered by the electric saw and let the blood flow. All over the toilet.”

Paper hander:! ! !

He was visibly panicked.

That chainsaw could dismember him.

broken.

Meet a tough human being.

Listening to the sound of the chainsaw turning, the paper ghost kept shrinking towards the corner.

The voice trembled: Wait, wait, isn't the red paper wiped on the neck? You are wrong.

Shen Jian raised his eyebrows: These are my rules. Why, you don't accept it?

Paper-passing ghost:......

What the hell.

If it weren't for the fact that you have a powerful ghost weapon in your hand, it would be over if you saw whether I could kill you or not.

However, if you really want to be wiped out, I can make it happen for you.

Hear this.

A glimmer of hope rekindled in the paper ghost's heart.

He humbly took out the knife on his body and said with a smile: There is no need to find additional props. I have a knife here, use this.

Shen Jian's eyes were strange, What are you talking about? Of course you need this kind of knife to wipe your neck.

Said.

An ancient long knife was placed across the paper ghost's neck.

Paper hander:? ? ?

This this……

He made a scared face and made an emoticon.

Your family does wholesale, right?

He took out another ghost weapon, which was even more terrifying than the previous chainsaw.

Being wiped across the neck with this knife is basically the same as death.

He wanted to cry but had no tears.

He is a green-clad fierce ghost, why would he need to use such a formation?

Are you ready?

Shen Jian said with a kind face.

And raised the ghost knife in his hand.

The ghost sword's supernatural power is a surefire way to kill, but for a green-clothed ghost, there is no need to use the supernatural power. The ghost sword's own ability to suppress supernatural powers can kill the ghost.

Wait a minute, brother, I have information. I can betray my teammates. I'm not the only one here.

shouted the paper ghost.

Shen Jian's raised ghost sword paused.

After a while.

It was Shen Jian's voice that came: Yes, you are also a genius who knows how to adapt to the situation. Call over.

A ghost who knows how to summon the same kind of ghost will be very helpful to him in clearing this place.

Paper-passing ghost:......

There is no need to speak in the first half.

He said sorry to his own kind in his heart.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

It would be better for you all to die than for me to die.

Sorry.