Horror Game: Sleeping during Live Broadcast at the Beginning

"Oooo The third brother appears!

"Today's anchor is the third brother!!"

"I'm late, what's going on? Isn't this a lying god live broadcast room? Why do you keep broadcasting that monster with a triangular head..."

"It seems that you haven't watched the second episode of "Home Delivery"? That's lying God! "

Groove? How could it be... It's so handsome!

"This aura is even stronger than Brother Sledgehammer!"

"Third brother is awesome! Don't...... Is he finally going to go on a killing spree?!

"Teacher Ma is also broadcasting the analysis, you can go and listen to it!"

The popularity of the official live broadcast room suddenly skyrocketed.

This time, it was still Teacher Ma and the host partner.

Since the last time was excellent, they are almost fixed.

"Teacher Ma, Tang Ping, what's going on? This has never happened before! "

The host is a little dry mouthed.

Teacher Ma held up the square-framed glasses on his face and said seriously: "This wave began with the change in the shape of the lying god, and I noticed that something was wrong..."

"This time, he is likely to appear as an executioner..."

The host exclaimed.

Perhaps realizing that he had some gaffe, he coughed lightly twice to ease the embarrassment.

Teacher Ma held the thermos cup in both hands, and his expression was a little solemn: "Judging from the current situation, it is very likely that this is the case."

"This is indeed the first time that a player has become an executioner live..."

"And the number of people participating this time is a bit high, and this situation almost indicates that there will be mass deaths."

"Now it's up to you what the god of lying down will do next..."

"If he becomes murderous, I'm afraid this new game will become a nightmare copy that no one clears!"

......

In a small town shrouded in fog.

More than a dozen players gathered around, their faces a little heavy.

"A grade new copy, there is no information, the minimum requirement to live for 72 hours, it's too difficult

..." "And more than half of the team are newcomers, this..." "

Seniors, don't abandon us!"

One of them, dressed like a street boy, shivered.

The two old players who had just spoken glanced at him and frowned slightly.

"In this game, no one can save you, everything depends on yourself!"

Among them, the fat man wearing a series of combat uniforms in the future looked a little indifferent.

Save?

Are you kidding!

In this game of Hades.

Everyone is a muddy bodhisattva crossing the river - it is difficult to protect themselves.

Even for veteran players who have already cleared the level many times.

You can also die in the next game at any time.

Examples like this happen almost every day....

After quietly deliberating for a while.

The fat man and another old player voluntarily broke away from the team.

The remaining newcomers looked dazed.

But gray "snowflakes" fell in the sky.

Someone caught a piece with his hand out of curiosity, only to find that it was not a snowflake at all, but - ashes!

The whole town is like a world after death, dusk.

Then.

A strange figure appeared in the haze not far away.

But because of the fog, it is not clear to see.

I can only vaguely feel that it seems to be a person who has lost both arms.

"What is that?!" Someone in the crowd spotted the target and exclaimed.

Although the rest are newcomers, there are also people who know the rules of the game better.

"What are you yelling at? This will only attract monsters! "

Sure enough.

The figure who had lost both arms limped towards this side.

As the distance got closer, everyone finally saw its true face.

It was a terrible, deformed creature.

No arms, no faces.

Something under the skin is struggling desperately, as if it wants to break out.

Meanwhile.

Players also received system prompts.

[Set-in-the-middle: It is always bound and struggling by its own skin, unable to break free, just like its gray life.

Although they have all received universal education and have also watched live broadcasts.

Even often mouthed....

But when really facing such a terrifying monster, his legs will still tremble.

"Lie down... Lying down, actually... Able to kill this monster?! "

One of the teenagers, wearing a hat, could barely move his legs.

Suddenly.

The monster named the man in the set accelerated and rushed towards this side.

Everyone suddenly scattered like frightened birds.

Only the young man in the hat remained in place.

He opened his mouth wide, his expression terrified to the extreme.

His legs did not listen to the call and could not move.

The hideous monster has come to the front.

He closed his eyes in despair.

However, the next moment, he appeared in the blood-stained dungeon.

A monster with a triangular head dragged a large knife towards this side.

The tide of black insects surging under his feet made an oozing sound.

The

boy in the hat was trembling and pale.

Since he was not attacked, he opened his eyes tremblingly.

When he found the triangular-headed monster in front of him, he first instinctively took a step back.

Then his eyes lit up: "Lie down... Lie down?! I'm a big fan of you!! "

All fears are forgotten in this moment.

Facing the triangular-headed monster that was much more terrifying than the person in the set, he not only was not afraid, but seemed to have found the backbone of the main heart.

The triangular-headed monster suddenly raised its two-meter-long rust machete, and was about to cut it down.

"Lie down! Tang Ping!! "

The rust machete hovered in the air, but it didn't cut down.

"Go back and try to live to the end!" A dull voice sounded in the dark red triangular iron helmet.

The teenager in the hat wanted to say something to continue, but suddenly appeared in the foggy town.

This time he was alone.

The gray town is eerily quiet.

He shivered, thinking back to the tall and mighty figure just now, and a glimmer of hope burned in his eyes.

However, at this time, the live broadcast room fell into a boil.

"Did I make a mistake? A-class copy... Fan meetup?!

"I really envy that guy, if he is chosen, he can actually touch the lying god!"

"Real name envy!"

"And the third brother didn't kill him just now, as long as he hugged his thighs, he could really live to the end!"

"This thigh is horribly thick! The third brother may even be the final boss of this copy..."

"It can also be seen from this that even if he becomes an executioner, he is still our lying god!"

"Little brother is so gentle..."

"Still that sentence, we can always trust the lying god!"

......

Because you are in the deepest part of the inner world.

Tang Ping dragged the big knife and walked for a long time, but did not find a single player.

Even those monsters quietly hid.

He simply sat on the iron frame bed and did his old job - live sleep!

【Ding! 【

Spirit-10】When

he fell asleep, the monsters hiding in the corner poked their heads out.

The cautious appearance has an indescribable sense of funny.

They avoided the place where Tang Ping was and rushed to the watch world...