In the crisis survival game, relying on space to win numbness

Chapter 57 I'm really going to hell this time!
Jump right eye jump Choi disaster.

A bad premonition floated in my heart.

Bai Yu glanced at the snowflake screen, and her buttocks had already conditioned to move quickly behind the sofa a few minutes.

Although it was daytime at the moment, the sky outside the window was dark.

Outside the homestay, it seemed to be surrounded by a thick black fog.

For some reason, a picture suddenly flashed in Bai Yu's mind:

Dark time.

In the dimly lit basement, the ground is full of messy handprints and footprints of unknown creatures.

On the moldy and smelly wall, dark red blood-stained flowers bloomed one after another.

On the dilapidated wooden cabinet directly in front, a female ghost with loose long hair, wearing white clothes and sticking out a long red tongue, crawled out from the old TV set with snowflakes shining.

The whites of the eyes are full of eye sockets, and two lines of bright red blood and tears flow down the river
The weird thought was fleeting, but Bai Yu was still so frightened that he shuddered.

She quickly glanced at everyone, and secretly took a deep breath.

"The scrapped second-hand goods that you really don't buy—"

Lu Fei hadn't scolded the word "ba" when the camera lens flashed "Zi la z la" a few times and then returned to normal.

"Drip" and "Drip" sounded one after another, and rang in the corridor.

Soon, a group of NPCs with stiff movements and rigid expressions came out of the room with extremely flimsy footsteps.

Their clothes have not changed, and their expressions and movements are much stiffer and weirder than when they met during the day.

As if without bone support, the clothes on his body were baggy, and the way he walked was unsteady.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the skin of those NPCs looks significantly paler and swollen than during the day.

Teacher Jiang, who was next to the fat man, stretched out his hand to adjust his glasses and took a closer look.

Even though he was well-informed and calm, he couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air for an instant.

Bai Yu even saw a trace of fear from his old eyes:
"Mr. Jiang, what's the matter?"

Teacher Jiang's expression froze for a second, and he lowered his volume and said carefully:
"These NPCs have changed. I can't describe the skin texture. I saw it when I attended a memorial service for an old friend. My old friend suffered a heart attack while swimming."

Everyone: "."

Lu Fei, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, opened his eyes wide "suddenly", raised his buttocks, and his cheeky face was already in front of the camera.

After staring at the screen for a few seconds, he sat back with an unusually ugly face twisted:

"That's right! The corpse has been soaked in water for a long time, and it will become like this. Fuck! This time I really want to go to hell!"

Everyone: "!!!!!!"

Could it be that this dungeon still has supernatural elements! ! ! !
The screen and topic changed so quickly, Bai Yu was stunned for a second.

!!!

What is this thinking.
"Ms. Jiang, Brother Fei, it's broad daylight, don't be scary."

Yan Qingqing was most afraid of these ghosts and ghosts, so she couldn't help but move a few inches to Lu Fei's side.

Ling Xiaofei, who sat farthest away, had a thin body arched like a prawn.

He opened his mouth, stared at the screen for a few seconds without blinking, and then asked weakly:
"Could it be that the resident guests in our homestay are actually dead?"

His words broke the doubts in everyone's hearts.

"If this is the case, then during the meal time during the day, the people sitting around me are all dead people."

Yan Qingqing muttered to herself with horror in her eyes, only to feel a surge of sour water rushing from her stomach to her throat in an instant.

She quickly turned her head away, covered her mouth and began to retch.

"Fuck! I used the same dinner plate as them! It's so fucking disgusting!" Lu Fei also cursed angrily.

(End of this chapter)