A Crowd of Evil Spirit Lines up to Confess to Me

The room is not very big, except for the bunk and the bunk, there is only one cabinet and one desk. You can see that the window to the outside world is not blocked, but the scene seen from here is the outside world full of fog, which makes people feel more uneasy and wants to pull the curtains.

Rong Qingman walked to the bed and frowned, stretched out his hand to sweep away the dust on it, then sat down, looked at Gu Wuji coldly, "You think you've helped these people so much, what kind of gratitude do they have? ?"

Gu Wuji looked over in surprise and said, "Huh? Are you concerned about me?"

Although he is slow in other respects, at a time like this, he is so enigmatically sensitive that no one around him knows what to say.

"I just think your meddling with your own business is just annoying. Of course, a good person like you is quite rare." Rong Qingman seemed to be too lazy to talk to Gu Wuji any more, so he hurriedly went to bed and lay down.

"Oh, thank you for your reminder." Gu Wuji actually felt that this Rong Qingman was not someone who was difficult to get along with. Although his attitude was a bit bad, the other party was developing the main quest well, and he also carried on them from time to time. remind.

In short, the conclusion is that the quality of the players in this system is quite good.

"I'm not complimenting you!"

Gu Wuji also climbed to the second floor and fell asleep. As soon as he lay down, he fell asleep within a few breaths.

Rong Qingman, who was below, fell silent after discovering this. How can there be such a big-hearted person, and he is not afraid of what is wrong in this room, and he will not know when he dies! He was very angry for no reason.

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In a dark and dark place, a person stretched out his hand and was turning over a few paintings in front of him.

This hand can be said to be a very beautiful hand, but it is extremely pale, and it seems to emit a faint light in this dark night.

It was a painting that Gu Wuji and others drew in the basement today.

"There are no paintings that make people feel surprised at all. Except for this one..." The man shook his head, with a look of interest on his face again, "It really makes me wonder, where these people can go in the future. ."

Chapter 100 Eighth Dungeon

In his sleep, Rong Qingman faintly felt a little uneasy, as if someone was peeping at him, his gaze had a coldness, as if he was staring at a corpse.

He could almost imagine how a terrifying existence appeared in this room.

But Rong Qingman couldn't wake up no matter what, his eyelids seemed to be heavy, so he could only continue to fall asleep, but his sense of vigilance became stronger and stronger.

There is definitely something wrong with this room.

Before entering the dungeon, Rong Qingman had already investigated through his own channels. Although this ghost studio copy is nominally an intermediate copy, its real terrifying level is close to some advanced copies.

The number of ghosts in this dungeon that is close to the level of ghosts is far more than the other dungeons... The only thing fortunate is that they will not hurt people until they touch some taboos.

It's just the most terrifying place, but it has nothing to do with the ghosts that already exist in this villa.

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When I woke up the next day. Rong Qingman's eyes were slightly blue and black, apparently he hadn't slept well yesterday.

He looked around the house together, but couldn't find anything that might have something to do with the ghost.

"Where did the sight come from?"

On the other hand, Gu Wuji seemed to be sleeping contentedly, and greeted Rong Qingman, wondering why he looked so tired.

While talking, Gu Wuji opened the curtains and looked out the window.

The outside scene that was completely unclear last night came into Gu Wuji's eyes immediately. It was the villa opposite, but of course, the villa was surrounded by fog.

"I don't know if this is the villa area..." Gu Wuji felt that if he really wanted to see the outside world, he had to go up to the third floor.

"You guy..." Rong Qingman didn't know whether this person was indifferent, or whether he didn't notice the strange sight last night.

How could a normal person sleep well under such a sight!

It's just that he didn't know that Gu Wuji had experienced the experience of being watched by the evil gods every day on the ghost cruise dungeon. He even slept calmly despite having nightmares... To him, the strangeness of last night was not at all. The pain is not itchy, and the whole person slept soundly.

After the two of them came out of the room, the other players they encountered also looked tired. Everyone obviously felt the same thing when they went to bed at night, and they were worried that they could not sleep.

But after a few words, they still didn't know what the problem was. There is clearly nothing in this room, where is the line of sight coming from...

When the group went downstairs and came to the hall, they were surprised to find that breakfast was already set on the table.

Everyone used the pancakes they carried with them to fill their stomachs last night. If it weren't for this kind of supernatural copy, they probably would have gone straight up and eaten it.

They were stunned, "What the hell is going on here?"

"Could it be that someone came before... but we didn't hear anything at all."

These people are not ordinary people. As players, they certainly have various means of detection. It is absolutely impossible for a big living person to enter here without being noticed by anyone.

Others couldn't think of it, but Gu Wuji thought of it at once. If this world, like the abandoned hospital, is a world in a painting, then the owner of the painting put the food in by some special method, and they would not be able to notice it.

However, there is still too little evidence, so Gu Wuji took this guess to heart, anyway, he had enough matches.

Everyone was discussing, "The ghost can't be so kind, can it even cook for us?"

"But this dungeon is already so weird, it's normal for the system to provide us with some food."

One person bit the bullet and went up to investigate, and immediately said: "This is just ordinary food, there is no problem." Saying this, as if to prove his words, he sat down and started.

Although other people felt strange in their hearts, they thought that it would be ridiculous to stay in this dungeon for so long, and it would be ridiculous to starve to death, so they all sat down.

What made Gu Wuji aware of the strangeness was that everyone's food on this table was different, and some even had chopsticks and some knives and forks... But the chopsticks in front of him were still on the left hand, and he picked them up and exchanged them. It was a little awkward when it came to the other hand.

Although this is only a trivial detail, it makes Gu Wuji keep it in mind.

"Do you know the number of painters who died after leaving this studio?"

Others didn't take it seriously at first, but then they suddenly remembered something, and their expressions changed.

"Exactly eight! Exactly the same number as us."

"After all, this training was only held for one session, and then that kind of thing happened."

"It's impossible for us to deal with the ghosts of those painters here." One of them pulled out a reluctant smile.

But the people around him fell silent, and there was no way to continue joking with him. After all, in their view, this is indeed very likely to happen.

"Then can you find information about these painters?" Gu Wuji said.

"Of course, these people are well-known painters anyway, just search the news casually."

After talking about other players, they took out their mobile phones and searched. In fact, in general dungeons, you can easily check the information on the Internet. Anyway, it is impossible for players to run away by this.

But the more they searched, the paler their faces became.

As if the news had been blocked, there was not much information they could find, except that they knew that the studio was terrifying, and they didn't even know how terrifying it was.

As for the painters who died violently, they can only find out how famous their works were and how much they sold for after their deaths, but very few people can be found in their lives, not even photos.

"What's the matter, I clearly felt that there was not so little news before..."

"Generally speaking, when something like this happens, shouldn't those media frantically pick up all the deeds of others?" Everyone was confused.

"I think I know why." Gu Wuji looked at the news he found out, "It is said that after the media that reported the deceased, there were also haunted things. Probably because of this, they were also afraid."

The more the situation is covered up now, the more it makes everyone feel bad.

"I'm wondering if the food we use is also related to those painters." Gu Wuji looked at the chopsticks in his hand, "The food here seems to be prepared according to their taste, don't you think? ?"