The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The body is suddenly cold, and the blood is freezing cold.

Ren Yifei didn't seem to feel the pain in his legs, the black runes in his red eyes were turning, trying to find the whereabouts of the disappeared person.

"Kill him! Quick!" The vultures on the side were ecstatic, making a noise like a swarm of flies that couldn't be shaken away. And what he saw in front of him was only blackness, boundless.

Saman disappeared?

Ren Yifei had turned into a human figure, dragging a wounded leg slowly towards the previously blocked small space. He closed his eyes and spread out his spirit, covering the entire small world like spider silk, and even felt the mysterious existence of the source world through a small interface.

However, no Saman.

He is really gone.

A red rope broke, Ren Yifei slowly opened his eyes, the black stars condensed around him, and his fingertips could fiddle with the time of the world.

"Come back, I order you."

Jealousy can intercept a period of time and weave it into a miracle.

The yin and yang were reversed, and the annihilated small space took shape little by little in front of his eyes, and the chess tea in cold sweat also appeared on the side of the chessboard little by little, Ren Yifei's eyes lit up slightly.

However, when his eyes turned to the other side, surprise solidified on his face.

There is no one there.

"What happened? Strange." Qi Ming held the Nirvana card in his hand, thinking that he was about to start, why did the opposite Saman disappear?

He turned his head and saw Ren Yifei outside the sealed barrier, his face was as calm as the eve of a storm.

"If he's not here, why are you still alive?" Ren Yifei turned his head slowly, his voice calm.

Qi Ming instantly felt the breath of death. He wanted to run, but his body couldn't move.

"Heh... Nirvana card." Ren Yifei stretched out his hand to take the thing in Qi Ming's hand from the void, "So it is."

"No—" Qi Ming watched the Nirvana card in his hand shatter and disappear, as if watching his own hope of life shatter and disappear.

"die……"

"kill……"

The scattered spiritual network brought back a lot of complicated information. Ren Yifei 'heared' the voices of many people, and they combined into noise, which made him irritable.

So loud, so loud!

The tip of his bright red tongue licked the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly wanted to eat dessert.

"Where is my dessert player? Desolate Horn, are you going to rob him?"

The cold-blooded creature who lays his head on the slate and lazily basks in the sun has his sun stolen. The warmth stolen from his body dissipated, and his heart seemed to be cold.

Bones formed on his face, like a mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that were as red as blood. His fingertips are time, his white hair is a sigh, the black mist under his feet is the curse and resentment of the fragmented space, and his emotions and six desires are turned into black robes.

The space around him began to distort.

The white-haired evil thing closed his eyes, and his fingertips brought the resentment, jealousy, and killing that time could not clear... and then wrote it into a frantic prologue.

"Hi." The slender fingernails were slightly picked, and a string was plucked. Love was so paranoid, it was also enchanted.

"Angry." Another string was plucked, the conflict broke out, and the killing gradually started.

"Sorrow." The third string trembled slightly, despair and depression were like a pool of stagnant water, and one by one life closed their eyes and fell.

"Le." The fourth string was mixed into the first three notes, with great joy, great sorrow, great anger and great joy.

The drizzle stopped silently in mid-air, and then suddenly rampaged for no reason. The small world is like a mass of crushed clay, following the coming of evil spirits into complete chaos.

The sea area transformed by the 'ghost' has disappeared, and the entire small dungeon world is shrouded in mysterious power. The maddening movement sounded in the dark night.

The black robe of the white-haired evil creature fluttered in the breeze, and the other players who didn't walk far looked at the shadow from a distance: "What is that? Why do you feel like..."

The evil lurking in the depths of human nature is uncovered little by little, and the more it burns, the more prosperous it becomes. When people saw him, they saw the craziest picture, saw extreme desire.

The NPCs have fallen into chaos they can't refuse, and every dorm room has begun to stage absurd plays.

The 'ghost' fell violently from the void, and he trembled on the ground: "My God..."

"Let's go!" Wen Li and the others immediately felt that something was wrong. They quickly backed away, and after a few breaths, they dodged far to the farthest corner of the dungeon.

Other players took a step behind them, but also used their own skills and props to press the bottom of the box.

No need to know what it was, just a glance at them to be sure: scary, gotta stay away!

"What is that? Why did I become uncontrollable when I saw him?" Wen Li looked down at his hands, in shock.

That feeling was so terrifying, as if he was completely controlled by the negative emotions in his heart and turned into an irrational monster.

"Something must have happened there." Shan Chuan looked in the direction of the dormitory building.

They were standing there not long ago and were invited to a 'hunting', but for various reasons, these people quit.

What happened to the Black Rabbit and others inside, and why did it lead to such a terrifying existence?

I don't know if it is the real boss of this dungeon world or the deity of the Horn of Desolation.

It was a war that they could not participate in. Even a glance from a distance would be affected, and they didn't know what would happen if they got close. The players inside are only afraid of bad luck.

"It's a pity." Shan Chuan thought of the black rabbit.

Ren Yifei has seen those players running to the edge, he is indifferent.

The three players nearby were not so lucky. They entered the nightmare world at the first sight of Ren Yifei.

"Ah—" The two players who had fought against Ren Yifei before both held their heads and whined in pain. One of them had a swelled head and a shrinking body, turning into a monster.

The three ghost cards didn't know what they "saw", and the huge body actually swelled and exploded.

"Damn you! Damn you! Why can you live better than me? Why can you pretend to sympathize with me and pity me?!" The evil in Qi Ming's heart was aroused, he seemed to see the most hated existence in this life, and pulled out The knife stabbed into his thigh one by one.

The blood splattered on his face, he wiped it with his hands and laughed.

After a while, he stopped and knelt there, holding the knife high in both hands. How tenderly he smiled, how soft his expression was, and how crazy his eyes were.

"Senior, you gave me too much. I couldn't repay it, so I had to kill you."

The dagger he held high plunged into his heart, but a happy smile appeared on his face: "It's good, you're going to die."

Ren Yifei slowly floated past Qi Ming's body, and also the two players who died one after another. He listened carefully to the pain of the world, so sweet, but... not enough.

This is just a small world after all, and the songs played are so monotonous.

"More crazy, more chaotic, more disorderly."

He slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingertips drew symbols in the air: Come on, friend.

"Welcome, with..."

Ren Yifei looked at the energy group that wrapped his hands, preventing him from continuing to write. The more violent his eyes became, the anger on his body was almost burning.

"You can't stop me." Not just here, but also the mainland of the Desolate Horn. There is already a concentration of evil, why should you care about how crazy it is?

He is an evil creature that devoured the evil of human nature. Humans cannot look directly at him, listen to his voice, let alone approach and imagine. If a person sees, hears, or approaches, he will definitely have demonic obstacles in their hearts.

However, to let players kill each other and reduce a lot, isn't it the plan of the Horn of Desolation?

Seeming to understand what Ren Yifei was thinking, the rule controller once again stated: "I am a regular organization, the Reincarnation Institute of the Wicked, not an illegal organization."

"Give him back to me."

"no."

Ren Yifei shredded the energy group that entangled him: "Then let the Horn of Desolation enter a real state of chaos and disorder."

The Horn of Desolation caught him once again, a new evil **** is enough, and if another one is called, can the Horn of Desolation be good?

"All the souls who enter the Desolate Corner have the imprint on them. Even if they leave, they will eventually come back here and re-enter reincarnation. No one can be an exception, and Saman is the same, so I must not return him. you."

The name 'Saman' slightly suppressed the burning anger in him, and Ren Yifei suddenly remembered that he had sent Saman's shadow back from the hands of another evil god.

He vaguely remembered the fluctuations in his soul.

"You can't return it, but you can grab it," he said.

Recalling the fluctuations of the soul he touched at that time, Ren Yifei stretched his hand into the void, and the space boundary drew a golden circle on his arm.

He felt something touch his fingertips. Ren Yifei knew instinctively that it was the person he was looking for.

Ren Yifei had been guarding the Horn of Desolation, but it didn't stop it. Without any hesitation, he directly expanded the space channel.

From this golden passage, walked out a gray-white figure, as pale as smudged ink.

In Ren Yifei's movement, the notes soared, it was joy, tension, and unease.

The unknown in the evil will amplify the desires of human beings, and the same effect on the soul. Saman will instinctively fear, he will dodge like those players.

And...he didn't recognize him.

His face was covered with bones, and his eyes burned blood red. Even without that layer of ominous aura, he was still a monster, a monster different from humans.

"If Saman can't accept my true appearance," Ren Yifei said to himself, "then break his leg and lock it up until he accepts it. Or swallow him and fuse him completely."

Human restraint and reason, and all kinds of crazy and extreme desires, the two struggle in his spiritual world, sometimes reason prevails, and sometimes madness prevails.

"Afei!" Saman was indeed affected, he almost rushed over, without any hesitation, without any doubt, he stretched out his hand and hugged the terrifying evil creature that swallowed evil tightly in his arms, "I found you!"

"..." Ren Yifei's bone mask as a monster shattered, revealing a stunned face below: Why is he so sure? Isn't he afraid?

Ren Yifei was stiff there, he didn't dare to move, and he had to carefully close the mini black hole on the black robe, so as not to swallow this fragile soul accidentally.

Negative emotions such as anger, pain, etc. that were roaring about him were like a cat that had been groomed, softly softened, stretched, and yawned contentedly.

This small world of the dungeon that is about to shatter is also quiet.

People trapped in pain, despair, sadness, anger, jealousy, etc. also wake up from nightmares, they look at themselves, they look at other people, and they look at each other: "What happened?"

Players look at the moon reappearing in the sky.

"That terrifying aura seems to have faded away." The night wind blew their faces, and also blew away the anxiety in their hearts.