Thriller Game: I Have the Cthulhu Source Code

He opened his eyes.

I saw a layer of purple gauze.

Roxiu blinked, he felt that he should be lying on the bed and not wearing much clothes.

Glancing at the team column, there are 4 teammates.

It is estimated that, like the previous game, it is dispersed in advance.

He was still holding a knife in his arms.

Luo Xiu first glanced at the equipment slot... Sure enough, the weapon in his hand does not occupy the position of the equipment slot.

Then he put 'Fengxue Ye Huiren' into the equipment column.

There was a sound of breathing in his ears.

He cautiously looked sideways... It was a charming little face, sleeping very well.

Luanfeng's quilt was embroidered with gold threads, covering her body, not covering the woman's round shoulders.

She seemed a little cold and shrank under the quilt.

I don't know why, just at this moment, Luo Xiu felt that this woman was definitely not a modern person...

Maybe it's just too good to sleep?

Luo Xiu lifted the veil and looked into the room.

There was a mahogany bench in front of the bed, and the black costume-like robes of the costumes, as well as the women's splendid robes, were stacked on it.

An antique screen blocked his vision.

"This time it's ancient times? It seems... Still in the Qinglou?"

Luo Xiu moved, intending to get up.

"Hmm..." The woman frowned and muttered softly, "My enemy... you pressed my hair..."

Luo Xiu didn't speak, only to hear a terrifying scream from outside:

"Ahhhh-!!!"

The scream is so close!Like it came from next door!

Old house with poor sound insulation.

The woman on the bed woke up frightened and hurriedly started, covering her body with the quilt, and holding Luo Xiu with the other hand, "What's the matter? Brother Luo, what's going on outside?"

"You tell me where this is first?" Luo Xiu rolled over and got out of bed, studying how to put on the clothes.

The woman suddenly flashed her big eyes and couldn't help laughing, "Where else could it be? Nuanxiang Pavilion! Brother Luo, are you drunk?"

The man who was screaming outside was shouting with a crying voice: "Dead...dead! Dead!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The woman's face turned pale all of a sudden, "A dead person? What is this turtle slave yelling at!"

With his own ingenuity, Luo Xiu finally put the robe on the stool over his body, slipped his feet into his boots, and found a waist card with the word "capture" written on it.

I understand it at a glance.

The identity given by the system this time is a quick catcher!

Luo Xiu fastened his belt with his hand, and carried the Kuaishou waist knife, and hurried out. As soon as he went out, he saw a small turtle slave, sitting on the ground, pointing into the next room, and shouting: "Dead...dead!! Young Master Ye...dead..."

The doors of the other rooms were also opened one after another, and some people stuck their heads out and looked over here.

A mother-in-law dressed as an old bao, twisting her fat hips, hurried over with a few thugs with big arms and round waists, "What are you shouting?! What's wrong with Young Master Ye?!"

She walked in with the thugs, and after a while, she ran out screaming in horror.

The thugs weren't much better.

Several legs were weak, and his face was extremely frightened.

When Lao Bao saw Luo Xiu, it was like seeing a savior, "Luo Zhukuai! Come in and have a look! This, this... what's going on!"

Luo Xiu walked in without saying a word.

The two rooms have the same layout, Luo Xiu walked to the bed, lifted the veil, and saw a man and a woman on the chuang... Very shriveled body.

Let's put it this way, it's like an inflator that's been let out.

There was also a layer of white gelatin on their faces. .

=== Chapter 177 The City of Heaven or the Domain of Demons? (Thanks for subscribing!) ===

The postures of the two corpses were stiff, and their hands were touching their faces, but their fingers were stuck with the white substance on their faces.

Obviously struggled.

Luo Xiu leaned over and touched the white substance on the corpse's face with his hand.

Like some kind of glue after drying ~ texture.

Extremely resilient.

He pulled hard, but he didn't pull it off...