Chapter 266 Sao Nian, do you choose red paper, yellow paper or white paper?

[The player has entered the supernatural cinema, please choose the source to watch as soon as possible. 】

As Shen Jian walked to the toilet, scarlet panels kept appearing.

Urging him to choose as soon as possible.

Shen Jian ignored it.

Dungeons in the real world cannot be used in horror games. Even if you complete the dungeon mission, your experience points will not increase.

This result has been confirmed in the last real-life copy.

He doesn't have to follow the gameplay of a thriller game.

"Stop, don't go to the toilet if you don't want to die."

at this time.

The voice trembled: "Wait, wait, isn't the red paper wiped on the neck? You are wrong."

"Hey hey hey."

"When you go to the toilet at night and encounter a pair of hands handing you a piece of paper and asking you to choose, you must not choose."

A glimmer of hope rekindled in the paper ghost's heart.

This was a small lounge for staff. A pair of eyes appeared from the crack in the door, warning Shen Jian.

The middle-aged man looked terrified.

A voice stopped Shen Jian.

"Are you ready?"

Less than ten minutes later, the lights in the toilet suddenly dimmed, flickering on and off, and a cold wind blew.

A strange and sinister laughter sounded in his cubicle.

After a while.

A man in a suit who seemed to know a middle-aged man said worriedly.

He humbly took out the knife on his body and said with a smile: "There is no need to find additional props. I have a knife here, use this."

"Wait a minute, brother, I have information. I can betray my teammates. I'm not the only one here."

Paper-passing ghost:......

…

Your family does wholesale, right?

"I was so scared."

When I heard someone new walking in, the lounge immediately became chaotic.

Shen Jian said with a kind face.

and opened the door to his cubicle.

"Is it true that another living person walked in? Are they here to save us?"

Although he looks a little weak, he is probably just hungry.

An ancient long knife was placed across the paper ghost's neck.

And raised the ghost sword in his hand.

"What? Can you come out?"

yelled the paper ghost.

In the toilet.

If it weren't for the fact that you have a powerful ghost weapon in your hand, it would be over if you saw whether I could kill you or not.

The ghost sword's supernatural properties are a surefire way to kill, but for a green-clothed evil ghost, there is no need to use supernatural powers. The ghost sword's own ability to suppress supernatural beings can kill the evil ghost.

broken.

He looked very anxious.

can not go out?

The first time the horror dungeon came to the real world, you could escape from the dungeon as long as you walked out of the deserted village. But this second time it came to the real world, this bug has been fixed.

Encountered a tough human being.

"ah?"

That chainsaw can dismember him.

"Then every day, one of the three pieces of paper on my body will randomly disappear and appear on someone else. The person who received the paper will all die without exception."

Shen Jian's eyes focused on a little boy.

"Little brother, were you sent to rescue us? What's going on outside now? Have you started organizing a rescue?"

He hesitated and said: "You are saving us, right."

"If you choose yellow paper, you will be chopped into pieces and thrown into the toilet; if you choose red paper, your neck will be cut and blood will flow on the toilet floor; if you choose white paper, it is the most terrifying, and you will turn pale on the third day. Die in a toilet stall, no one knows how you died."

He made an emoji of being scared with a grimace on his face.

A pale arm slowly stretched out from the toilet stall.

Hear this.

Then I'm talking nonsense.

Being wiped across the neck with this knife is basically the same as death.

"Jiejiejie, do you want yellow paper, red paper, or white paper?"

In the future, as more and more copies arrive, Yangshi will eventually become the next horror world.

"Your mother asked me to rescue you. Just hold on and you'll be out soon."

This is the lost son of the petitioner's mother.

One by one they rushed out.

It has become more and more like a supernatural copy.

Among these people were men and women, children and old people. All of them had sallow complexions, heavy dark circles under their eyes, and looked like they were seriously sleep deprived.

He was visibly panicked.

"Because what you choose is the way you die."

The voice fell.

Shen Jian raised his eyebrows: "These are my rules. Why, you don't accept it?"

He looked to be about five or six years old and was hiding behind an old man.

No!

Thriller Games is like a programmer, gradually fixing the problems of the supernatural copy.

He is a green-robed level ghost, why would he need to use such a formation?

Everyone looked at Shen Jian with expectant faces.

Shen Jian handed over the food and touched the little boy's head.

"A sinister voice asked me."

Shouldn't this be my line?

Before the paper-passing ghost could speak.

This was something he put on his body in his spare time, but he didn't expect that it would be put to use one day.

Ganqing has triggered Li Gui's killing pattern, and it is only because of the restriction that only one person can die every day that so many people can survive.

Shen Jian had a strange look in his eyes, "What are you talking about? Of course you need this kind of knife to wipe your neck."

Turn around and leave.

"Tell me about the situation here."

Said.

"Why."

"Little brother, it's useless. This paper found me out of nowhere. As long as it leaves me within five meters, it will come back to me. I have tried many methods, but to no avail."

"Mr. Qi, I think he went to the toilet. Is he really an official? Why do you feel so reckless? Don't let yourself in and bring out three pieces of yellow, red and white paper at the same time."

"And today is already the third day. Someone has received yellow paper and red paper a few days ago. I'm afraid this white paper will fall on me. Little brother, please help me, I don't want to die."

The foot that stepped on his wrist moved away.
To be continued...