The Wicked Cultivation Game

Jing Yan wanted to make a sound, but found that she couldn't make a sound, but her face was so pale that her body suddenly collapsed on the ground.

The hands were shaking, the feet were shaking, and the whole body was shaking, shaking with fear.

"What's the situation...what's the situation?"

"He is dead? How could he die?"

"And the state of death is... exactly the same as in the game!"

A chill rushed into his heart, his hands and feet were cold, Jing Yan was trembling all over.

"Boss?!"

"Boss, what's the situation?"

Others just heard Jing Yan's phone bang, and before realizing what was happening, they saw Jing Yan pale with fright and collapsed on the ground and trembled.

He quickly helped Jing Yan up and asked what happened, but Jing Yan didn't say anything, just pointed at the phone with a trembling hand.

Everyone looked at the phone and found that the phone had just fallen to the ground and shattered the screen. At this moment, it had a black screen and restarted.

The quality of the phone is not bad, at least the screen is broken, and the motherboard is not broken.

"Boss, it's not that you are also a thousand yuan machine. You can buy dozens of them every minute. As for the heartache?"

Everyone is also a little puzzled, is there any gossip secret in this thousand yuan machine? Whatever the token of first love, for a while, everyone looked at Jing Yan in strange eyes.

Unexpectedly, the boss of Jing Yan is quite dedicated to feelings.

Where does Jing Yan care about other people's thoughts, he is scared to pee, okay?

After calming down a bit, he immediately took the cell phone of the person next to him.

Asking someone to unlock it, Jing Yan directly dialed the person's phone, shaking hands while waiting for the other person to answer the phone, and took out a cigarette.

"Boss, I will order it for you."

"Yep."

Everyone also saw that Jing Yan's mood was not right at the moment, and the office became silent for a while, only the blind tone of the phone, beeping non-stop.

Jing Yan didn't know how many phone calls he made, but the cold sweat on his forehead kept going out.

After finally smashing the phone impatiently, he began to give money to the tragic death of Huang Mao amidst the silence of others, and asked him what happened.

The money was beaten in several batches, but there was no response.

Taking a deep breath, Jing Yan knew that he might need to take a look in person.

Of course, it's the same for other people to inquire, but... such a terrible thing happened before his eyes, Jing Yan had to admit that he was scared.

If this matter is as he thought, there are too many things behind it!

It was a matter of great importance. He directly gave the ticket to the person, and then went into the game and said to Fang Yue, and gave the little blood to Tiandan Zhiyuanwu for solemn custody. Jing Yan shrank in Aoji and quit the game.

After exiting the game, he went straight to the nearest mobile phone store, bought a flagship phone of the season, and waited impatiently at the airport.

Watching the passage of time every minute, Jing Yan felt that every second was like a year.

I flipped the phone irritably, searching for various death news about "Blue Ocean", but there was no news.

Until... While he was reviewing a niche forum, someone suddenly killed a group of corroded corpses in the room with pictures of game watches in his hands and posted them on the forum.

In the picture, there are only five words that are repeated continuously.

"Don't play games! Don't play games! Don't play games! Don't play games!"

Jing Yan's pupils shrank, and he was about to reply to the post, asking what was going on.

The website suddenly refreshed automatically, and the post disappeared.

Jing Yan looked at the phone blankly, with a biting chill from head to toe.

He suddenly felt that he was in the midst of a huge conspiracy.

The scale of this conspiracy and the strength behind it are simply beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"Sir? Sir!"

For a while, Jing Yan fell into a huge panic.

After Jing Yan came back to his senses, he realized that it was the airport service staff, prompting him to ask him if he was a guest on this flight.

Jing Yan looked at the time, and then realized that it was time for the plane to take off.

Nodded to the staff, got up and got on the plane.

After half an hour, Jing Yan got off the plane.

The caller went directly to Huang Mao's house.

In order to prevent non-staff personnel from running away, Jing Yan had the actual data of the three of them.

Unexpectedly, this kind of place would be used.

"Are you going to Wanjun Road?" The driver's master said weirdly: "That place can't go, it's blocked."

"why?"

"You said it was a gas explosion. Someone was killed at home. Don’t you blame it. Recently, there have been more and more accidents lying at home. Moreover, the whole street has been blocked because of one person’s accident. These unions don’t know. what are you doing."

When the old driver said this, Jing Yan made a sigh in his heart.

Could it be...

The palms of his palms and the backs of his hands were all sweaty. He took a deep breath and insisted that the driver drive to the vicinity of Wanjun Road before getting out of the car.

Looking at the security company personnel guarding outside, Jing Yan found a small hotel and inquired about the news.

Sure enough...Recently, things like gas explosions at home are very frequent, and the family members are planning to go bankrupt with the gas company.

But... no one seems to think deeply that all the people who died at home when the gas exploded were actually wearing game watches on their hands.

If no one finds the anomaly, no one finds the angle of entry, it is naturally impossible to connect these things together.

But Jing Yan realized that he couldn't ignore these problems.

All the clues seemed to have been trained into a line, which made him feel terrified from the bottom of his heart.

"Tengli Group...what do you want to do!"

After nightfall, Jing Yan sneaked past the security personnel and sneaked inside. I found Huang Mao's home, which was a two-story old-fashioned house.

Climbing to the second floor and smashing the window, opening the curtains to look inside, Jing Yan's pupils shrank.

The floor of the room was full of dried blood, as if a person suddenly exploded in place in the room.

Holding the phone, turn on the selfie effect like a video call, aim at the angle according to the memory, the moment Jing Yan stayed in front of the desk~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he trembled.

Just... this angle, this position.

Huang Mao was here at the time, chatting with him, and then... with a bang, his body exploded, and a tragedy happened!

how so……

After a daze, Jing Yan's brain began to work.

He did not stay, but retired silently, avoided the security personnel, exited the blocked street, booked a flight ticket to go back overnight, and was ready to go home without even going to the hotel.

He has to think carefully about what to do in order to protect himself and prevent the crazy behavior of the Tengli Group.

After boarding the plane smoothly, after a night of thinking on the plane.

After getting off the plane, Jing Yan went straight to the headquarters of [Network Club] in Jianghai City.

If anyone can sanction the Tengli Group, there is only one, and that is the official power. [网络会] is the official organization that governs all operations of the network. As the Tengli Group that publishes death games, it is naturally also by [网络会]. ] Supervised!

"I want to report Tengli Group!"

When he faced the official personnel of [Network Club], he explained what he had seen and heard, as well as these speculations.

He...is in prison.