Escape Game: I Awakened Survival Simulator

The prompts of the system kept appearing in his line of sight.

The number of players is also constantly disappearing.

After watching the fire axe fall on his head.

Wang Feng closed his eyes in despair, and when he opened them again, he found that he had withdrawn from the game because of his death.

Looking at the top of the line of sight, there is still a line of writing there.

"Gaze from the Nightmare Lord"

"Curse effect: Whenever you fall asleep in a dream, you will be corroded by nightmares, please make sure you don't get lost, otherwise... you will become their carrier."

Here is the curse that will be endured after the failure of this copy.

This curse will be with him forever.

but...

It is good enough to be alive.

Recalling the scene experienced in the previous copy.

In retrospect, Wang Feng is still a little scared.

How could there be such a terrifying thing?

This is definitely not a level that players can reach.

He guessed that there is a high probability that the player had entered a certain instance and was robbed of his body by some kind of terrifying existence, so he turned into this unhuman appearance.

The night is deep.

Because of the curse and some other reasons, Wang Feng doesn't have any thoughts of going to sleep now.

This terrifying existence cannot be allowed to continue to develop.

After this dungeon, he will be blessed by the gods, and the combat power, which has already left a lot of players behind, will continue to improve, so in future dungeons...

In case you meet this lunatic.

Being hacked to death with an axe indiscriminately, it would not have a chance to survive like now, but a complete death.

As a human being, you must have some sense of mission in your body.

After thinking for a long time.

He decided.

He has something to do!

Share all the experience of this dungeon as a wake-up call for players of other escape games.

Now that the decision came to mind.

Wang Feng did not hesitate any longer.

Go to the chair, turn on the computer, and log in to a special forum - the survivor forum.

This is a forum created by a player who survived the escape game. The members in it are all players. The forum owner gradually spreads this specially encrypted server through the "friend system" in the game. Players discuss.

In just one week, thousands of players have registered accounts in the forum, sharing or trading various items. You must know that there are only 30,000 players on the inner side, which should be the most players in escape games. exchange platform.

All kinds of transactions are carried out here, exchanging things for things, exchanging things for money, or selling information. It is hard to imagine that a bunch of guys with supernatural powers actually use the form of posting and shouting to attract others. Notice.

After thinking for a few seconds.

Wang Feng tapped the keyboard and gradually typed a few words as the title.

"As a participant and a loser of this special event."

"I found a very terrifying thing in this dungeon."

"There is some existence that can capture the player's body through the copy, and continue the escape game as the player."

"And in this dungeon, I found a player who was suspected of being taken away by a terrifying existence..."

....

....

In the silent corridor, it was pitch black.

In this night, everything seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, and you can hear your own heartbeat quietly.

The sparse moonlight shone through the mirror surface of the promenade, illuminating a thin figure.

His long fingers drooped down his hairy cheeks,

The nails were deeply dented, and blood continued to trickle down the hairs.

Fu Hou turned his head and looked out the window.

Blood Moon.

The blood-red moon hung in the crimson sky, and the screams from the people in the sky could be vaguely heard in my ears.

in his sight.

Everything was invaded by blood, including the line of small words above his line of sight.

"The Curse - The Gaze of the Blood Moon Lord"

"Description: Whenever it is late at night, the blood and violence in your heart will be infinitely magnified."

This is the curse brought upon by the death of the copy.

original.

With the blessing of the monkey mask, he has become unable to control himself.

Plus the current curse.

The spirit that was already on the brink of collapse suffered another shock.

vent...

He needs a good vent!

Recalling the feeling of being tortured and killed in the copy.

Fu Hou couldn't control his emotions more and more...

His body was trembling, and an indescribable wave spread from his body toward the surroundings, causing the monitor that flashed a little red light in the dark night to be instantly damaged.

He turned his head and looked at the street, including the plainclothes policemen walking around in the community, and finally, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Fu Hou took a step forward and came to a certain door. He lowered his hat with the word "Security" written on it. At the same time, he took out a mask from his pocket and put it on: "Hello... FBI please You open the door to assist in the investigation..."

"Dong Dong Dong!"

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The knocking on the door became faster and faster.

The curvature of the corners of his mouth also became wider and wider, and his bloodshot pupils seemed extremely terrifying at this moment.

kill...

Only the bloodiest slaughter can free me from my current state...

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The method of knocking on the door gradually became violent.

Just after Fu Hou thought there was no one in this room, suddenly, a voice came from inside: "Come on! Please wait a moment!"

Um...

Listen to this voice, like a young man in his twenties.

Full of vitality and vigor, this kind of person, when tortured, is also the most vital and the most decompressing.

Fu Hou can't wait to enjoy this feeling.

The footsteps inside the door gradually sounded, getting closer and closer.

He took a step back.

The door creaked open at this moment.

Without any inquiries, without any vigilance, things went a little smoother in the imagination.

Fu Hou looked up at the young man in front of him.

He was in his twenties, tall and thin, and looked inexplicably familiar. The lights in the room were bright, and there was a strangely shaped jar on the table next to him.

If you smell it carefully, you can smell the faint bloody smell in the air, and a smell similar to a chemical agent.

Strange as it may be, he can't handle that much now.

The smell of blood had completely drowned out the last bit of his sanity.

His expression became hideous, and he wanted to make a move, but the other party suddenly took a step back: "Come in first, I'll pour you a glass of water."

Fu Hou took a step forward and closed the door by the way.

This makes the case easier.

The young man ran to the kitchen to pour water.

He stretched out and stared at this small room, but suddenly saw a very strange thing in a corner.

A mask made of some kind of black gelatin, with the mouth connected to the crow's beak, and a blood-stained coat beside it.

Fu Hou's body suddenly trembled, and he was about to step forward to take a closer look...

Unexpectedly, a palm suddenly patted behind him.

"What are you looking at?"

He turned his head.

The young man who was originally smiling was now staring at himself coldly with a fire axe.