Sitting in the Lamborghini, Zhang Fan watched the scenery outside keep retreating. He was extremely envious. In today's society, money can almost solve most of the worries.
It's a pity that he is just a poor boy, and he can't even imagine the life of the rich second generation.
Wang Fugui's driving skills are very stable. When he starts driving, he looks very upright. He is completely different from when he was scared to death in the shocking scene.
About an hour later, Zhang Fan and the others stopped in front of a magnificent five-star hotel.
After getting out of the car, a handsome male waiter ran out of the hotel. He skillfully took the car key from Wang Fugui's hand, opened the door, started driving, and parked the car.
Wang Fugui walked in front with his hands behind his back and a relaxed look on his face. Zhang Fan looked left and right and followed behind somewhat timidly.
This was the first time Zhang Fan had visited such a luxurious hotel, so he was a little curious.
Entering the main entrance of the hotel, the waiters inside greeted him with smiles, and one after another they called Mr. Wang towards Wang Fugui.
Obviously this is not the first time Wang Fugui has visited here, he is almost a regular customer.
"Brother Fan, don't mind, just eat and order whatever you want, I'm treating you today!"
Wang Fugui said with a playful smile without any airs.
"you......"
Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and doubts arose in his heart.
He couldn't understand why a rich second generation like Wang Fugui would be selected by the Hell Labyrinth.
You know, only the most desperate people will be selected by the hell maze.
Looking at Wang Fugui's current life, he is living an extremely comfortable life and has no shortage of money to spend. How could he be desperate?
"I know what you want to ask, Brother Fan. I will tell you slowly in the future. Don't think too much today, let's just eat!"
Wang Fugui smiled slightly and led Zhang Fan into a fine private room.
There were several uniformed waiters standing in the private room, and a huge round dining table was filled with all kinds of delicacies, including delicacies from both mountains and seas.
Wang Fugui waved his hand and signaled the waiter in the private room to exit.
Soon, Wang Fugui and Zhang Fan were the only two people left in the private room.
...
"Brother Fan, how did you survive?"
Wang Fugui sat on a chair, looked at Zhang Fan carefully, and asked in confusion.
"Have you forgotten that I have a fierce ghost in red?"
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes at Wang Fugui and said helplessly.
"In the maze, why did you keep silent about the ghosts at the level of the red-clothed ghost?"
Since they are not in the maze of hell now, Zhang Fan does not need to deliberately avoid this topic.
"well!"
Seeing Zhang Fan asking, Wang Fugui sighed, knowing that it was impossible not to tell him.
"I have never seen a red-clothed level ghost. I have only heard of it. This level of ghost can no longer be understood by normal thinking!"
"Senior Ju revealed that the red-clothed ghost is very difficult to control..."
"In the maze of hell, ghosts are also divided into many levels. From low to high, they are gray ghosts, black ghosts, ghosts with black energy, white-clothed ghosts, half-body red ghosts, and red-clothed ghosts."
Wang Fugui thought for a long time and said solemnly.
"According to this, the red-clothed ghost is the top-level ghost?"
Zhang Fan looked dazed when he heard the sound.
"I don't know, and I'm not sure either. These levels were just drawn up by the senior and the others. As for whether there are other more terrifying ghosts above the red ones, I don't know. Maybe there are! Or maybe there aren't!"
"The world of the Hell Labyrinth is so huge, no one can tell what terrifying mysterious ghosts are hidden in it!"
Wang Fugui took a deep breath and shook his head bitterly.
"What's your survivor level now?"
Zhang Fan suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly.
"I'm level 6 now!"
Wang Fugui answered truthfully.
"Your level is so high, 4 levels higher than me!"
Zhang Fan showed helplessness on his face.
"It's okay, take your time! After all, I have participated in so many maze scenes!"
Wang Fugui comforted him with a wry smile.
Zhang Fan felt more bitter in his heart at Wang Fugui's comfort.
The level of survivors still needs to be upgraded as soon as possible. It seems that the level of survivors is directly related to attribute points. Each time a survivor reaches a level, he will receive an attribute point.
Only with enough attribute points can he continuously add points to his blood volume and physical strength.
In this way, his chances of surviving in the hell labyrinth will be greatly improved.
As for what Wang Fugui said, whether there are other more terrifying ghosts above the red-clothed ghosts, Zhang Fan actually already has some clues in his mind.
He felt that there must be higher-level ghosts above the red clothes.
At this time, Zhang Fan remembered the words described in the introduction of the clown's red balloon.
In a life-or-death crisis, there is a one-tenth chance that the clown will take action.
So the question is, what level of ghost is this clown?
You know, when I first met Zhang Suya on the sea, this clown helped Zhang Fan get rid of the danger.
Zhang Suya's level is that of a red-clothed ghost. The clown who can easily kill Zhang Suya must be no less powerful than a red-clothed ghost.
Just when Zhang Fan was deep in thought, the next second, the lights in the entire private room suddenly went out, and the entire private room fell into boundless darkness.
"Damn it, why is there a power outage!"
Wang Fugui cursed in a low voice in the darkness.
Zhang Fan also came to his senses and frowned involuntarily.
How could a five-star luxury hotel have a power outage?
You must know that the more luxurious a place is, the more complete their power supply equipment will be, such as generators, which are often equipped with many.
"This power outage is a bit strange."
Zhang Fan touched his chin and reminded.
"What's weird? How do I feel..."
Wang Fugui looked confused when he heard the words, but in the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped.
Because a heartbreaking cry suddenly sounded from inside the private room.
This cry was familiar to Zhang Fan. It was Tongtong's warning cry.
"Why did Tongtong give you a warning?"
Zhang Fan suddenly stood up and looked around as if facing a formidable enemy.
"I...I don't know either!"
Wang Fugui was also shocked and obviously did not understand the current situation.
After experiencing the hell maze scene twice, Zhang Fan's heart has become extremely strong at this time. Although he now has an ominous premonition in his heart, in general, he does not appear panicked like before.
"Something must be coming!"
Zhang Fan said with a serious face.
When Wang Fugui heard this, he trembled all over. He hurriedly summoned Tongtong and asked Tongtong to quickly warn the location of the unknown thing.
Tongtong kept wailing and crying, two lines of bloody tears slowly flowing down the corners of his eyes. While crying, he immediately faced the door of the private room and looked there.
"Back off!"
Seeing the direction of Tongtong's warning, Zhang Fan hurriedly pulled Wang Fugui back.
Because of the thrilling scenes of life and death, it can be said that Zhang Fan and Wang Fugui had an incomparable tacit understanding at this time.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Zhang Fan and the other two did not dare to show off their anger and stared at the door of the private room.
At this moment, the whole room was silent, without any sound. Not only was the private room extremely silent, but there was no sound at all outside the originally noisy room.
It was as if everyone outside was dead.
"Hua Laotie, come out and help me!"
Wang Fugui wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted in a low voice.
"What?"
Zhang Fan's eyes were stunned.
"Hua Laotie is my second evil spirit"
Wang Fugui hurriedly explained.
As soon as Wang Fugui finished speaking, a naked old man with a white beard and a green dragon and white tiger tattoo on his left and right shoulders appeared out of thin air.
This old ghost with a white beard has white hair on his head and a red face. He also carries a huge Guan Gong sword on his back.
"I...fuck..."
Zhang Fan was startled by the appearance of this old man with a white beard.
"Damn fat man, are you kidding me?"
Zhang Fan's eyes widened and he froze on the spot.
"Brother Fan, don't be afraid. Hua Laotie was very skilled in martial arts and was a master of martial arts during his lifetime! With him here, there will be no surprises!"
Wang Fugui swallowed his saliva and explained.
But as soon as Wang Fugui finished saying the words "no surprise," the white-bearded old man's body flew out involuntarily, and then fell heavily against the wall.
It was as if he had been hit hard by some invisible monster.
"Ah! Old man, are you okay?"
When Wang Fugui saw the white-bearded old ghost being knocked away, he immediately screamed and rushed forward to meet him.
Zhang Fan suddenly became ashamed when he saw the white-bearded old ghost was so vulnerable.
I thought this old ghost was so powerful, but I didn't expect that he was just a showman, useless.
"No, Brother Fan, let's run away quickly. Hua Laotie is a black ghost. Even he was knocked to the ground. What's coming must be very powerful!"
Wang Fugui was frightened and spoke incoherently.
"Escape? How to escape!"
Zhang Fan asked rhetorically.
They are now trapped in a closed private room. Is there any way out?
Should he jump out of the window? Don't be kidding, even the windows of a five-star hotel are locked with anti-theft racks.
"Then there's nothing we can do!"
Zhang Fan sighed.
"Brother Fan, then we should..."
Wang Fugui was about to say something, but the next second, his face showed pain, and his hands kept reaching for his throat.
"Help...Brother Fan, help...!"
Suddenly, Wang Fugui's body seemed to be restrained by some invisible force, and he was strangled in the air, causing his face to turn red and his legs to kick wildly in mid-air.
"How can this be?"
When Zhang Fan saw Wang Fugui hanging in the air, a look of horror appeared on his face.
"Why does this ghost thing look like it can become invisible?"
Zhang Fan murmured in a low voice.
"What can we do? The invisible ghost can't be seen at all!"
At this time, Zhang Fan subconsciously looked at Tongtong. He wanted Tongtong to warn him of the unknown ghost's location.
But just when he had an idea, he saw Tongtong's body flying backwards far away with a pop, and fell directly side by side with the white-bearded old ghost.
Apparently this invisible ghost had noticed Zhang Fan's thoughts and interrupted his intention in advance.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan felt a chill in his heart. It was over. Even Tongtong who knew how to warn him was sent flying. How could he fight like this?
Just when Zhang Fan was at a loss what to do, he suddenly thought of Wu Lin, the mirror ghost.
Wu Lin seems to have the ability to see, and is said to be able to see hidden ghosts.
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan hurriedly took out the round black mirror.
"Wu Lin!"
Zhang Fan drank in a low voice.
The words just fell.
Wu Lin, wearing a flowing black robe and messy hair, walked out holding a black round mirror in both hands.
"Look where the invisible ghost is hiding?"
Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel happy when he saw Wu Lin walking out.
Currently, the scary female neighbor Jin Cuihua and the umbrella ghost Chu Yu are both seriously injured and on the verge of death and cannot play yet, so Wu Lin can only be used.
After receiving the order, Wu Lin raised her head slightly, and then the black round mirror in her hand was filled with black air. Soon, a shriveled baby-like monster appeared on it.
