Start Making Weird Stories From Sadako

"I don't mean to criticize him, but I just think that the volume is too loud, which will affect the contestants in other booths." Chen Wansheng explained in a hurry, and the friendly smile on his face made people feel good.

"Yes, the volume is indeed too much. Bai Lu should lower the volume." Lin Zhiyuan shook his head helplessly.

Standing in front of a group of big bosses, Bai Lu was so nervous that her heart was raised. When she heard the order, she just nodded her head and obeyed obediently.

And it seems that these big guys have no intention of leaving, and they have been watching the live broadcast of the game, and other judges have gathered around here when they see so many acquaintances.

At this time, a sad and distant song came out from the live broadcast, and everyone who was still discussing each other locked their eyes on the live broadcast screen again.

"In the blue sky and the Milky Way, there is a little white boat..."

Where did the singing come from?

Mo Lang was also pulled back to his senses by this voice, and stuffed all the clues he had collected into his backpack, then put on the white crystal pendant and walked out the door. The style of this dream seems to be similar to "Sadako". , it should also be the type that gradually builds a sense of fear.

In other words, there won't be anything too impactful in front of me. I still follow the plan and find the NPC that no one is playing, and let this dream reveal its shortcomings.

Mo Lang, who was thinking about his own ideas, was stunned as soon as he stepped out of the classroom office. The five hundred square meters of space was cut into pieces by small rooms of different sizes.

The corridors in all directions were blocked by large iron gates, but the corridors continued to extend outwards, and the singing was also mixed with faint whimpering, and it was unclear whether it was the sound of wind or crying for a while.

There are shadows and shadows, as if there are figures shaking in every corner, a feeling of being watched by someone spontaneously arises.

The most terrible thing is that in front of the big iron gate, there is a figure crouching with his back to him, as if waiting for someone to come.

Did you meet an NPC? It shouldn't be scary to expose it directly, it's just an ordinary person who triggers the plot, right?

After all, there is no terrifying dream in which evil spirits are forced to stand in front of their eyes from the very beginning.

Mo Lang rubbed his arms to hide the involuntary goose bumps. He raised his state and smiled at the live broadcast camera: "Family, we have caught another NPC, let's measure the NPC in this dream. How much."

After speaking, he picked up a plastic bag and walked towards the figure with his toes on his toes, but as he got closer, a chill began to penetrate into his body from every pore, making him unable to bear it. shivered.

It was only then that he could clearly see what the figure looked like. It was a man, wearing a worn-out suit, with an axe in his footsteps. It seemed that he was still muttering something vaguely.

Click.

A small gravel was accidentally kicked off under his feet, and the stone rolled directly to the man's feet.

Mo Lang didn't care to hide his figure anymore. He raised the plastic bag and rushed over, but he stopped halfway.

Because the man's face turned a hundred and eighty degrees, he was not unfamiliar with this face, because there was a photo of this face on You Junyu's desk, but at this time the face was so pale that it was not human-like, and The mouth was sewn tightly with red thread.

Even though he saw Mo Lang's face, there was still no expression on his face, but his limbs twisted in an extremely exaggerated range, accompanied by a clicking sound, first his body turned around, then his hands, and finally his lower body.

As if the limbs were not his own, the parts leaking out from the worn suit also confirmed Mo Lang's idea. Every piece of skin on the body showed different colors of black and white, and the limbs were thick and thin, just a few people. The limbs were put together.

And I'm afraid there are no less than five people.

What the **** is this? Don't normal evil spirits have stiff limbs and pale skin? Then hid in the dark and suddenly appeared, startled and disappeared?

Such an impactful picture made Mo Lang's brain immediately shut down, and he didn't know how to react for a while, until he saw You Junyu pick up the end of the axe and threw it over, then he exclaimed and fell to the ground with his head in his arms. .

The axe scratched the scalp dangerously and dangerously, and was embedded in the wooden door.

He looked up at the black flesh that had not been wiped clean on the blade of the axe, and the strong smell of blood coming from the tip of his nose. For a while, he couldn't tell whether it was a deep dream or reality. The cold feeling came from the crystal pendant on his chest, which was already dark. It doesn't look like it anymore.

"Wait a moment!"

The shouting didn't stop You Junyu, his legs of different lengths moved quickly, staggering to catch up.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Mo Lang crawled and ran into the labyrinth composed of small rooms. Behind him, there was the sharp rubbing sound of an axe mopping the floor, which was gradually approaching with the singing.

No, this is because you are afraid of wool in a dream? Do it back!

Only then did Mo Lang realize what he was here for, he stopped again, leaned against the wall and panted heavily.

The wind calmed down and the rain stopped, Mo Lang felt that he was doing it again, wiped the sweat on his head from running, and forced a smile: "I didn't react for a while~www.novelmt.com~ Everyone, watch me next. How to kill that monster."

He hid in the shadow of the corner, holding a wooden stick he picked up everywhere. He didn't know if he had thrown the monster away, and there was no sound of an axe dragging the floor.

It's just that my hands are sticky with sweat, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

etc? sweat? Why do you sweat? And did I just get goosebumps? Why does the body react so realistically in a mere small dream?

Mo Lang looked at the sweat dripping wet from the ground and felt a trance. Now he really wanted to open the barrage to confirm whether he was in reality or a dream.

Forget it, shame on you.

The bullet screen function was successfully turned on, and the fast scrolling bullet screen made him relieved, "Don't get me wrong, I just want to confirm whether the bullet screen function is broken."

"Behind!"

"Inside the room!"

"Turn your head around!"

"Brother Lang is mighty! It's all indifferent!"

Behind?

Mo Lang instinctively turned his head to meet the resentful eyes of upstream Junyu. He was standing behind the window, and the axe in his hand smashed together with the glass window. If Mo Lang hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been slashed. Two and a half.

This monster is not a living person, because if it is a living person's dream, there is absolutely no way to kill a living player without hesitation.

It definitely wasn't visualized. If it were visualized, there wouldn't be such vivid emotions in the eyes.

He is a real evil spirit!

"Help!" Mo Lang immediately turned his head and ran wild.

You Junyu, played by Qin Ge's Dream, also walked out of the room, looking at the sweat on the ground, with a puzzled look on his face, he said softly, "Strange."