The luck value is overwhelming and the horror game is panicking!

"Did you sleep yesterday?"

Wen Liang asked, seeing them follow.

Tong Ze pondered slightly, lowered his head and said, "I didn't sleep, if it's abnormal, is it dawn just after taking a bath?" "I didn't sleep

either, I felt dawn after sitting on the bed for a while" Li Zhuangshi scratched his head and replied.

Han Meng also nodded, "Me is the same, it will be dawn soon

" "That is, the time of the copy is accelerated"

Wen Liang shrugged, it seems that it is not his own time that has accelerated, but the time of the entire copy.

The other three also suddenly realized that they would no longer pursue it, there are many copies of thriller games, and it is quite common to speed up a time.

This time, not only the three of them followed, but also the players who didn't go yesterday also followed.

On the way to the third floor, the two groups of people began to exchange information from yesterday.

"You went to the Hall of Joy yesterday, did you find anything?" asked

a tall, thin player named Yan You, following behind.

"I didn't find anything, I only saw a murder case, and now I suspect that the breakthrough point is related to the murderer"

Tong Ze pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and slowly replied.

"What about you guys, was there anything unusual about staying

in the room yesterday?" "Yes" Yan You paused, and then said in a heavy tone: "There was a power outage in the room yesterday, and my skills and props that can shine cannot be used

" "After the power outage, I felt two strange breaths outside the house, passing through my door

" "That breath is very strong, I can't resist it alone".

When it was almost twelve o'clock last night, the lights in the room suddenly went out, and no matter how Yan You pressed the switch, it was useless.

The scary thing is that his skills and props are also unusable.

When he wanted to open the door and escape, two powerful breaths suddenly appeared outside, and the cold chill seeped in through the doors and windows, so frightened that he hurriedly hid back.

Yan You knew that as long as he opened the door, he would die immediately and could not die again.

Fortunately, the lights were restored immediately, and the night was safe and sound.

Today, he saw that the player who went out came back safely, and he had to keep up with everything, and he didn't want to experience those two seeping breaths at all.

"Oh, are you too?" Tong

Ze turned his head to look at the other players.

"Yes, we're also out of power, and we've felt the other two powerful breaths,"

the player in the back shrunk his neck, his words revealing deep fear.

Although they didn't describe much, they could also know how powerful those two breaths really were through their demeanor and physical reactions.

Tong Ze nodded after listening and did not speak again.

For those of them who hide in the room and don't go out, he can also understand that people are always selfish, and it is normal for people to be afraid of death.

But whatever danger they encountered, they deserved it.

After all, everything is your own choice.

With Wen Liang leading the way, the road to the dust hall was very smooth.

And compared to the Joy Hall in the corner, the Dust Hall is also quite easy to find, just in the middle of the third floor.

From the outside, the huge dust hall is composed of eighteen black load-bearing columns and white walls.

The two gates are painted with black and white impermanence on the left and right, and there are statues of bulls and horses standing next to them.

Walking here, I even feel like I'm walking to the underworld.

When I opened the door, the first thing that caught my eye was a strip of white canvas, hanging in the air, surrounded by white flags fluttering in the wind.

In the open space in the middle, there are white tables.

The chicken, duck and fish on the table are complete, and all kinds of cold and hot dishes compete with each other.

Many visitors dressed in gorgeous costumes were laughing and toasting, and the atmosphere looked very cheerful and joyful.

If it weren't for the gloomy decorations around him, Wen Liang would have doubted what kind of celebration or wedding scene he had entered.

"Wen Liang boss, these people seem to be the same group of people as the guests in the Joy Hall!" Han

Meng frowned, walked quickly to Wen Liang's side and said softly.

At first, she thought she was dazzled, but after walking a few steps, she realized that the people here were really the same as the people from last night.

It's just that the people in the joy hall are all expressionless and empty-eyed.

The people here are the opposite, all smiling and with a sparkle in their eyes.

However, one thing they have in common is that they are all emotionless NPCs, and they don't react in the slightest when they talk to them.

"Well, it's the same wave of people, I don't know if the waiter or not"

Wen Liang looked around, his eyes wandering over the waiter who was shaking around.

In a few moments, he had a target in mind.

"Remember me?" asked

Wen Liang softly as he turned to a waiter who was serving food.

This waiter is the waiter who asked her to change the dishes in the joy hall yesterday.

It's a pity that she is not able to communicate with Wen Liang like yesterday.

Han Meng held his chin in his hand and said, "It seems that something happened to her

" "This copy is still quite interesting!"

Wen Liang walked to the middle of the hall, raised his head to look at the guests in front of him, and grinned.

Spooky weddings, mysterious murderers, speeding up time, disappearing teammates, cheerful funerals.

The secret behind this made his heart completely sprout!

"Boss Wen Liang, what should we do next?"

Tong Ze and Li Zhuangshi, as well as the other players, gathered towards Wen Liang one after another.

Now they have regarded gentleness as the backbone of this game.

"Wait, don't you want us to watch the play, then sit here and watch it,"

he smiled playfully, showing a little disdain in his expression.

Then he walked to the front seat of the funeral and sat down straight.

The other players looked at each other, and they all obediently followed behind Wen Liang and found an empty seat to sit down.

In the blink of an eye, it was twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and the funeral began at this time.

I saw a white mist rise in front of the hall, which lasted for a few seconds and then slowly dissipated, and a white spirit shed appeared in its place.

Wen Liang looked sideways, and there was only a black coffin and a wooden platform inside the mourning shed.

There were no offerings on the high platform, only a black-and-white posthumous photograph and a plaque made of rough wood, not even an incense burner.

Through the posthumous photo, Wen Liang recognized who he was, it was the dwarf glasses man.

The spiritual position card reads, 'Sinner Liu Xingyan's Position',

"Sinner? Has he committed any crime?"

Tong Ze Xi habitually pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the other players.

"Did you hear anything in

his room yesterday?" The other players shook their heads, and Yan You said, "No, I was next door to him, and I didn't hear a single sound

" Tong Ze touched his chin: "That's weird

" "He hasn't even gone out of the room, what crime can he commit?"

"Don't say it, something is out" Han Meng suddenly reminded.

Tong Ze hurriedly closed his mouth and looked up at the front.

In the open space in front of the mourning booth, a curtain and a projector slowly rose.

There was a buzz.

The projector began to spin slowly, and images began to appear on the screen.