Qin Musong's expression tightened. This was the voice of his dead daughter.
Maybe this voice wanted to make Qin Musong shake his mind and turn around, but now it only aroused his anger.
Nothing could imitate his daughter to force him into submission.
Qin Musong didn't look back. He quickly pulled out the pistol with his right hand and fired a row of bullets into the air with his backhand.
Qin Musong's pistol is a special prop. It can be used as a normal pistol as a self-defense weapon, and it is also extremely lethal to ghosts.
Silver-white bullets exploded behind Qin Musong, breaking into blue fireworks. The original playful voice disappeared, and a howling sound sounded like fingernails scratching a blackboard.
Qin Musong's deep eyebrows drooped, he put away his gun and walked forward firmly.
Standing at the door is Xiao Song, who was the first to enter. He feels relaxed now. The game will be over soon. Qin Musong is an old player again, so no one will die.
As long as tonight passes, he won't be drawn in subsequent games.
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door, and Xiao Song opened the door relaxed and even a little absent-mindedly.
Then, his eyes, which were originally full of joy at surviving, suddenly froze. His whole body seemed to have been soaked in ice water, and his pupils kept beating.
Qin Musong stood in the dark bedroom, with a woman behind him.
The woman was wearing a long white dress, which was soaked in blood and had marks scratched by a sharp weapon. It was in tatters.
The woman's bare feet and exposed arms were covered with deep cuts. You could see that the scarlet texture inside had begun to turn black, and fat maggots were squirming.
The woman's black hair was as messy as waterweed hanging on both sides of her face, and her exposed face was flabby and white, like a ball of flesh soaked in water, emitting a strong fishy smell.
Her protruding eyes were huge with black eyes, and the whites of her eyes were bloodshot. She was grinning like crazy, with a black tongue sticking out.
The thing was very close to Qin Musong, and it felt like it was about to come out with Qin Musong.
Xiao Song was so frightened that he froze. Several people behind him had relaxed because they had passed the game. They raised their heads to see what was going on in front of them and were also frightened by this horrifying scene.
"Blow... blow some air!" Yang Ke pushed Xiao Song anxiously. Xiao Song opened his mouth, but his lips were trembling.
The thing moved and seemed to be crawling out.
what to do!
what to do!
In the flash of lightning, Su Yang's careless sigh suddenly flashed through Xiao Song's mind, "To be honest, I'm quite envious of you for winning this game. I'm really afraid of closing the door. Who's not afraid of this damn place? Who can guarantee that you will not protect yourself first in this situation?"
close the door...
close the door!
His movements were faster than his thoughts. Before Xiao Song could understand, his hands had already taken a step forward and closed the door tightly.
Others outside the door were stunned.
"What are you doing!" Yang Ke looked in disbelief. He clutched Xiao Song's collar. He didn't look like a sunshine schoolboy at all. "Do you know you killed someone?"
"I didn't, I didn't!" Xiao Song slammed Yang Ke's hand away, holding his head and tearing his hair desperately, "You have also seen that thing, it will come out if you don't close the door! Don't even think about it! escape!"
"Bang!" Yang Ke recovered from the panic and was stunned to see Xiao Song being kicked hard to the door by Baili Qianqiu.
Xiao Song slid to the ground, coughed violently and spit out a mouthful of blood.
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Inside the door, Qin Musong tensed his body like a cheetah, vigilantly waiting for the coming attack.
If Xiao Song would close the door, he was not unprepared. Xiao Song's expression reflected that the rational strings in his mind had collapsed, and it was not surprising what he did.
But it was absolutely impossible for Qin Musong to wait here for death.
He fired a string of bullets in the direction of the door, but nothing happened. The bullets seemed to be absorbed by the darkness without causing any waves.
His prop is called "Eagle Eye Gun", which can be reloaded infinitely. Qin Musong never left his body after getting it.
After upgrading, in addition to ordinary bullets, each copy now also has 3 tracking bullets.
This kind of bullet is extremely powerful and can smash any targeted target.
Because of his profession, Qin Musong has reflexes that ordinary people don't have. Coupled with the fighting in the dungeon, his mobility and agility are many times stronger than ordinary players.
When Xiao Song was closing the door just now, he pulled out his gun at a very fast speed and fired a tracking bullet at the door that was not completely closed, locking the door as the target.
Now it only takes one more shot to get out.
Just when Qin Musong raised his right hand, a pale arm stretched out from the darkness and grabbed him firmly.
Qin Musong took the gun with his left hand and fired a series of shots at his arm.
The battered arm was retracted, but at the same moment, countless thin white arms stretched out in the darkness and grabbed Qin Musong's right hand.
The hands were like the limbs of a dead person, cold, stiff, and extremely powerful, tearing Qin Musong apart.
Qin Musong's left hand fired continuously, shattering one and another. Countless arms were densely packed and twisted into thick, disgusting white, wrapping Qin Musong's right hand.
Seeing that the person was about to be pulled into the darkness, a trace of determination flashed in Qin Musong's eyes.
He put the pistol back into his waist and pulled out the fish bone dagger Cheng Miaoqiang gave him.
Without a trace of hesitation, he slashed hard at his right arm.
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The people in the 201 living room are now in a dilemma. This is the end of the game. What should they do? Do they want to go out?
Yang Ke looked at Xiao Song who was lying on the ground like a dead dog after being kicked by Baili Qianqiu, and spat.
He patted Xiaohong who was crying and said, "Let's go out."
Xiao Song moved his fingertips and pushed himself up. Before he could stand up, there was a loud "boom" behind him.
Everyone watched in disbelief as Qin Musong stumbled out covered in blood and pale.
He held his smoky gray pistol in his left hand, covering it on his right arm.
Xiao Hong covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Qin Musong's right hand was gone!
"Let's go." Qin Musong squeezed out a few words from his white lips. Yang Ke and Xiao Hong, as if they were waking up from a dream, hurriedly helped Qin Musong towards the door.
Baili Qianqiu followed them, and suddenly the tips of his ears moved.
He turned around and saw countless slender and penetrating arms stretching out from inside the shattered door, grabbing Xiao Song tightly, covering his mouth and nose, and slowly dragging him into the darkness.
Xiao Song was entangled in the arms and could not make a sound. He was quickly pulled into the pile of white arms, leaving only one hand still grasping the door frame in vain.
Baili Qianqiu looked at it for a while, then looked away and followed the three people in front.
Cheng Miao didn't know why she had a bad feeling. She couldn't sit still for the first time. Lin Zhu was racking his brains to comfort her and Qi Jiajia.
Suddenly, the door of 201 was knocked open, and Yang Ke and Xiao Hong stumbled out holding Qin Musong, who was already like a bloody gourd.
