Zheng Li had just finished dinner and returned to his room when the battery prompt popped up in his field of vision.
According to the prompts, he can only save in this room. If he logs off elsewhere, the save will go back to the last time he came to this room.
The characters that appear are more complex. Compared with ordinary games, they can only have a few interactions with NPCs. This game is obviously very outrageous. When Zheng Li chatted with these NPCs, he did not feel that this was a game at all. They were like
Like real human beings, they have their own past experiences, their own emotions, and they will react differently to different topics.
Zheng Li returned to his room. He packed his luggage and found several notebooks in it.
"How come I didn't realize there was such important information here?"
He was a little annoyed. Looking at the power prompt, Zheng Li was ready to take a casual look and then log off.
At this time, he suddenly felt that the words in the notebook in front of him seemed a little distorted.
The words are like ants crawling on the page.
Zheng Li watched helplessly as the words crawled from the page to his hand.
He hurriedly threw the notebook to the ground, but the words were like an infectious disease, quickly taking over the skin of his arms and spreading to his body.
A strong itching sensation pulsed in Zheng Li's hands.
Zheng Li suddenly fell into panic and even forgot to save and exit the game.
He felt like millions of ants were crawling on his body, and the ants even burrowed under his skin and penetrated deep into his flesh.
Zheng Li scratched desperately, trying to get the ants out.
His fingers kept scratching at the skin on his other arm, scratching, scratching.
Soon, the nails broke the skin on the arm, leaving streaks of blood.
But those words seemed to have been engraved into the flesh and blood, and even then they did not disappear.
Zheng Li felt an itching sensation on his neck. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw that his neck was also densely covered with words.
He hurriedly scratched, and the itching continued until Zheng Li's throat was filled with these words.
Phew——
Zheng Li's nails had already scratched his throat, and he dug in hard until the soft trachea was completely dug out.
In the bloody mess, Zheng Li felt it was difficult to breathe, and a strong sense of suffocation enveloped him. He fell to the ground, and the softness of the wool carpet made the death process longer.
[It’s always nice to discover, but it’s too late. You provoked a taboo and paid the price. Next time, maybe you can check your room earlier]
The words appeared in front of Zheng Li's eyes, and darkness enveloped him.
When he came back to his senses, Zheng Li found that he had returned to the sea of stars and saw the simple door exuding a damp smell in front of him.
He hurriedly exited [Morning Star], sat up suddenly, and took off his helmet.
Zheng Li gasped for air. At this moment, even if it was mixed with the sour smell of his roommate's dirty shoes, Zheng Li felt unusually fresh.
He reached out and touched his neck. It was fine and intact.
Zheng Li checked his hands and feet again, and there was no such writing on them.
It's just that... Zheng Li suddenly felt that his thigh was a little itchy.
He was suddenly startled and immediately looked at the place where the itching sensation broke out.
There was a mosquito-like insect that did not belong to this season and was sitting there.
"What, it's a mosquito."
Zheng Li was relieved. He felt refreshed when he saw the insect sucking blood on his skin.
Climbing out of bed, Zheng Li looked at the time. It was almost six o'clock, and it would be bright in a while.
All the roommates were fast asleep, except for one who was a light sleeper. Feeling Zheng Li's movement, he turned over and soon began to snore again.
Zheng Li had the illusion of surviving the disaster. He looked at the helmet on the table, recalled what he had just experienced, and couldn't help but shudder again.
If the situation just appeared in a movie, Zheng Li would probably feel sick at most. Even if Lu Jian's movie could make people immersed in the situation, Zheng Li would only be shocked and frightened.
And now...
Zheng Li stared at the helmet, many emotions welling up in his heart.
Fear, doubt, fear, anger, Zheng Li felt that he would never forget the scene when he was eaten by word-like reptiles, itched all over his body, and even had his own throat cut out.
This fear is engraved in DNA and is absolutely indelible. Even if Zheng Li dies and is nailed in the coffin, he may not be able to forget the beating of his heart at this moment.
Fortunately, it's just a game.
However, this game is too real!
He felt his hands tremble slightly, as if he had really experienced that adventure.
"Did I just die? The game is over?"
Zheng Li remembered the interactive video of Lu Jian that he had seen before, which was in a small town in the Kingdom of Darkness.
At that time, the interactive video had various endings, and countless people tried it for a long time but still couldn't get through it.
Just a video can make it look like that, and it turns into a real game for Lu Jian.
Those NPCs, each and every one of them are so detailed, it seems that there are countless stories to explore, but I have no clue about how to pass the level. I sent it inexplicably on the first night.
Zheng Li didn't even dare to enter the mansion again, because he was afraid that those words like ants would crawl up his throat again, bringing such painful feelings.
Zheng Li couldn't help but feel scared when he thought that he might have to die so many times just to pass the level by himself.
However, at the same time, another emotion was growing.
That's curiosity.
Zheng Li was curious, what exactly was the Soul-Calling Night, what secrets did Taoist Heming have, and what taboos did he provoke that led to his death?
There were countless questions taking root in his heart, and it had to be said that death was the best sense of substitution.
Facing this game that had "killed" him once, Zheng Li desperately wanted to clear the game and wanted to know who killed him.
Hatred and curiosity drove him to enter the game again.
But now there is no electricity.
Zheng Li now somewhat understands why the game can only last up to eight hours on a single charge. If it were played for more than ten hours at a time, he would probably be completely addicted and not want to do anything else.
At least I still have more than half an hour left to charge, time to experience reality, right?
Lu Kan, you are so gentle!
While Zheng Li was waiting for charging, he didn't feel sleepy at all. He picked up his phone and browsed the forums he usually went to. He wanted to see if anyone had done a review or had any comments on "The Conjuring Night" at this point. Clues, opinions, etc. to clear the level.
Soon, he saw a post.
[Ten details you must pay attention to in "The Conjuring Night"!]