Start Making Weird Stories From Sadako

"That's good." Bai Lu put a lemon-flavored lollipop into her mouth and relaxed.

"Look at the TV, there is a reversal!" There was agitation around, and on the TV, You Junyu's terrifying figure reappeared in his sight, and he went straight behind Li Xue and grabbed her.

Yan Qin hurriedly pulled up Mo Lang, who was still out of breath, and ran away. When she turned the corner, she glanced behind her worriedly, and only looked back after receiving a reassuring gesture.

"There's a bug?" Qin Ge clung to the pen fairy's hand tightly and frowned. In his setting, the pen fairy couldn't take the initiative to break the mirror. If the player violated the taboo, he would be killed in the following plot. but not now.

So did Sadako before, because Jiang Li's words quietly receded, and so does the current pen fairy, who didn't follow her own set.

As a dream maker, he can naturally recall the player's game situation for review. When he saw Mo Lang laughing at the fact that Pen Immortal had no friends and was hated, he seemed to understand something.

In the plot of "Pen Immortal", the pen immortal was violently blackened because of those eyes and weirdness. Does this sentence offend her at some point?

If you look at it from this point of view, both Bi Xian and Sadako have their own thinking ability? So will the people killed by the abnormal ones also be affected in reality?

Normally, it should be fine for them to kill the player. Bai Lu is now eating and drinking.

Qin Ge, who didn't find out about this, didn't dare to let the pen fairy contact Mo Lang again. He just wanted to be a dream maker, but he didn't want to be a murderer.

Bi Xian's limbs were twisted to an extent that humans couldn't do. She broke free from Qin Ge's hands and wanted to chase after Mo Lang.

"Stop!"

When Bixian heard the command, he stopped abruptly, but looked at Qin Ge angrily.

It seems that as a dream maker, he still has absolute authority in the world he created.

Qin Ge breathed a sigh of relief, looked at her and said, "You go back first, then you can't get close to the player. I'll give you an account of his anger."

After speculating that these characters can't be regarded as pure NPCs, he took a negotiating tone in his toughness, but in any case, he couldn't let the characters in the game cause harm to real players.

Pen Xian stared at him for a moment, or moved his stiff limbs back into the small room, slamming the door shut.

There is also a little temper.

Qin Ge touched his nose and fell into deep thought. It seems that the cards obtained from the system are not simple. It is not only a problem with the characters, but also seems to affect the entire dream game.

Mo Lang's sweating mechanism just now is not available in small games, but only in the real dream that is infinitely close to reality created by LV5.

After I get this Mo Lang done, I have to investigate it carefully.

......

Mo Lang frightened and touched the sore spot on his neck. From the reflection in the window, it could be seen that there were a pair of blue and black handprints. The feeling of dying just now was so real, it was definitely not something that could be created by a dream, and there were more problems. The monster You Junyu, I am afraid the most normal here is this little girl named Yan Qin.

"Come on, this is room 4." Yan Qin was familiar with this maze, and took him to the place without twists and turns along the way, "Are you all right? Did Li Xue hurt you? She has been unhappy since she was locked in the mirror, don't blame her."

"No wonder." Mo Lang glanced nervously behind him, shaking his head like a rattle, "Are you a dreamer? Don't you think this game is abnormal?"

"What are you talking about? What dream master?" Yan Qin's pale face was full of confusion, as if he had never heard the term.

"Don't act at this time, sister, tell me the truth, what exactly are those two monsters?" Mo Lang's words were trembling, and he couldn't tell the difference between the death and the real feeling. Find out where you are.

"They're not monsters!" Yan Qin's eyes turned red again, and she said sharply, "It's Li Xue and Teacher You."

Mo Lang almost cried, could he not be so dedicated at this time, but now is undoubtedly the last stage of the dream, and he was not reconciled to let him quit, so he could only grit his teeth: "Let's go to the basement to find you Friends."

The door of Room 4 was pushed open, and there was indeed a staircase leading to the ground, but there was no basement, there was only darkness as thick as ink, and the dim lights in the corridor could not bring in any light.

"1, 2, 3, 4... 27, 28." Mo Lang squinted his eyes and counted the steps of the stairs with difficulty. He wondered, "No, this staircase has only 28 steps, not 29."

"Shh." Yan Qin put her index finger in front of her bright red lips, and hissed, "It's a secret, I'll tell you quietly, you can't tell anyone else."

"Hmm." Mo Lang nodded hastily.

"You have to walk backwards and count down in your heart, but no matter what happens~www.novelmt.com~ you can't turn back until you reach the 29th stairway."

Go backwards?

Mo Lang has completely lost the thought of thinking about the waves now, and he doesn't even have the time to check the barrage. There is no doubt that everything in this dream points to that mysterious basement, which is the source of terror.

Now, it is undoubtedly fatal to let yourself get close to it with his back to him.

Just when he was hesitating, the sound of the axe mopping the floor echoed in the intricate corridors again, swift and sharp, like a gangrene attached to the bone, no matter where he was, he would find it.

"If you die, you will die." Mo Lang has never been so eager to die in the game as he is now.

As soon as he turned around and stepped backwards to the first step of the stairs, the white crystal pendant on his chest was frozen to the bone. I don't know if it was because the stairs were too dark, so I couldn't see any white, and it completely merged with the darkness.

After halfway there, nothing abnormal happened, Mo Lang raised his head and urged, "You also hurry down, don't get caught by that monster."

Standing under the light, Yan Qin straightened her waist, holding a roll of red silk thread she had just picked up from the ground in one hand, the other hand behind her back, tilting her head slightly, her expression becoming extremely strange, indifferent, and intimidating.

But in the blink of an eye, it returned to a soft and weak appearance, as if the glance just now was just an illusion.

"Come on." Yan Qin's mood seemed to suddenly become very happy, and even hummed a song: "In the blue sky and the Milky Way, there is a little white boat."

In the process of turning around, the hand hidden behind his back quickly moved in front of him, but Mo Lang still saw a cold light, which seemed to be a sharp knife.

This discovery made him chill, TMD! There is no normal person in this dream!

mom! I want to go home!