Mu Su, who is not afraid of being scolded at all, returns to the game.

In reality, it takes less than ten minutes, but in the game it takes nearly an hour.

Four of the five squads that went out returned, each with one or two coordinates. There is not too little similar terrain in the town of Wanghaijiao...... However, there is a team of missing old people.

Just missing, not solved. But if you don't help them, you're not far from death.

The poor squad was cautious enough, but apparently less lucky. As they walked through the fog, they unexpectedly approached a crooked black hut that was twisted and dilapidated, like a reflection in a mirror.

The moment they found out, they retreated vigilantly and tried to leave the yard, but they were still one step too slow, or rather...... A lot of steps slower.

Wherever they retreated, forward, left and right, they were desperate to find themselves approaching the Black Hut.

By the time the friend came to his senses and remained motionless, the other four teammates had been forced into the black cabin.

The dark and cold door was open, and the ghost stumbled all over his body, and the only thing that made him feel a little relieved was that there were four other players inside.

At least he didn't have to face the unknown.

The other four players stand in front of a distorted, surprisingly spacious dark red corridor that stretches to the end of the line of sight.

Under the oppressive tones, the two sides of the corridor are arranged like art exhibitions, but they are also distorted and deformed like the black huts.

The corridor twists like a hollow tube that has been twisted, and as it stretches forward, the ceiling becomes a wall and then a floor. The exhibits were also deformed.

It's chaotic and chaotic like a dream.

Orphanage, the players are debating countermeasures, and they can't leave it alone if they're still alive. As he spoke, he began to suggest that maybe Mu Su should be allowed to go.

The person who made this suggestion was still familiar with Mu Su.

"Phew!"

Mu Su spat at him.

Seeing that he was back, Wangwen asked Che and smiled: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and only you can do it." ”

Wangwen asked Mu Su to be very comfortable, and snorted a few times proudly, which was regarded as agreeing.

The players went to the live broadcast room to inform the team to be vigilant, and Mu Su set off with Yinghua and Lao Fu'er, who was chained outside the orphanage.

……

At this time, Mu Su was on his way to come.

……

"It doesn't seem to be anything ......" the darkness in front of the corridor, Qingzhou Bo Xingren muttered quietly.

Mao Jiu looked around the pitch black vigilantly and replied in a low voice, "The evil spirit will never invite us as a guest. ”

There was nothing behind them, and no one dared to reach out and touch it, even if it might be the door behind them.

"I mean really...... I want to go and see it, and isn't Musu coming? Like all brain-dead supporting characters in horror movies, Qingzhou Bo Xingren's inner curiosity drove him to become this kind of person.

The other three looked like fools.

The third round of the Tournament of Death is coming to an end, and they can advance to the fourth round at any time, so is there a need to take the plunge......?

When Qingzhou Bo Xingren slowly approached, the black-haired young man who was also in the team moved slightly, and shouted in a low voice: "Wait for me." ”

"That's great, I'm a little scared by myself." Qingzhou Bo Xingren breathed a sigh of relief and stopped waiting for the black-haired boy to approach. Let's step into the corridor glowing red.

"What are they thinking?" Dream looked at the backs of the two and frowned, saying that he couldn't understand this kind of operation.

Mao Jiu had a sense and tilted his head and said: "Qingzhou Bo Xingren's title is to dig graves, maybe he found that there are props in the corridor." ”

He moved his gaze to the booths, and a little curiosity rose in his heart.

"Sounds good, aren't you going?"

Dream's inquiry woke up the slightly distracted Mao Jiu, and he laughed a few times: "I won't go, how stupid it is to exchange props with unknown attributes for the future." When you squeeze into the fourth round, the number of viewers and rewards in the live broadcast room will not be much more cost-effective than props. ”

Dream felt very reasonable and was speechless.

Qingzhou Bo Xingren and the black-haired boy obediently walked to the first booth in the corridor, and walked to the second booth after a little conversation.

Qingzhou Bo Xing's skills may be somewhat limited, and he can only distinguish the general direction but not the specifics. The two paused at each stand, and after the fourth, the ground turned into horns, and they crossed their legs for several meters before jumping onto the sloping wall.

They went farther and farther, round and round......

At this time, Mu Su was still on the way to come.

……

A minute later, Mu Su rushed to the outside of the wooden fence courtyard of the black hut.

Sakuraka holds a torch aloft to dispel the fog around her.

The contorted black hut in the courtyard showed its silhouette, and there were poor players who were only two or three meters away from the door, and they didn't dare to say anything.

Mu Su stood still, straight to the point, raised his cane and shouted: "The evil spirit inside, listen! You're surrounded by us! If you don't want to offend me and become this fate, release the hostages as soon as possible! I repeat again! The evil spirits inside listen—"

After repeating perfunctorily, Mu Su's face was twisted and roared, and he flicked his crutches: "Fire!! ”

The heroic Yinghua nodded her head condensed, lifted her gray robe, and the seven or eight torches tied around her waist were suddenly revealed.

She pulled out a snig and threw it at the Twisted Hut.

Mu Su crossed his waist, his eyes flashing. It was as if I had seen a raging fire.

The torches swirled and smashed onto the eaves and rolled down to the courtyard.

"Sakura, you be on time, I'll reward you with half a catty of sweet potato burn after you're done!"

Sakura pursed her lips angrily, two clouds of white gas erupted from her nose, and she pulled out a torch and lit it.

Before she could throw it out, the twisted hut had changed.

Several silhouettes stumbled out of the doorway.

The other party confessed first.

Dream and Maojiu are safe and sound, but they are the obedient ...... of the subsequent Qingzhou Bo Xingren and the black-haired boy

Players who witnessed this scene felt a numb scalp and looked away from the discomfort.

A chaotic pitch-shifting voice emanated from their strangeness, as if complaining to Musu.

These are two ...... Two twisted and folded figures. Like the shell of a snail and the growth rings of a tree, the noodle-like body twists inward for a total of three turns. Half of the cross-sectional face with exposed teeth can be faintly seen.

Only one pair of feet is unharmed.

They don't seem to be aware of their problems at all.

"Evil ......" Mu Su's little face was full of disgust, and he shouted at the black hut: "It's not easy for you to blame, let's discuss that you can eat these two back!" We don't want it! ”

"Boom...... Giggle...... Boom......"

The two frightened figures said something, and the other three people walked away from him and exited the courtyard, hesitantly asking Mu Su, "Do we really want to do this?" ”

Although their image is several times more ugly than that of the most disgusting evil spirits, the fat fleshy old man with eyes all over his body is also clearer than them.

Mu Su waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, anyway, they have a grudge against me, and you see that they are not ghosts or ghosts, what if they are brought back to scare other children, it's not good to scare flowers and plants......"

The latter are all excuses, mainly grudges. (https:)

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