A peach tree made a fortune by escape game

Chapter 38 The Mystery of the Game of Death

The two came to Xueba senior's home, and were greeted warmly and warmly by the hostess.

It was the first time for Mo Pantao to be a guest at a neighbor's house, he was a little cautious, and couldn't help but tugged at the corner of Di Yuan's clothes.

Di Yuan held it back and whispered in a low voice: "It's uncomfortable, we'll go back early in a while."

Mo Pantao nodded: "Okay."

The hostess wiped her hands: "Go and play first, the meal will be ready soon."

Xueba senior: "Then I will take them into the house first."

The room of Xueba senior is clean and refreshing, it is light blue, there is a photo of two people on the table, and there are trophies and certificates on the bookshelf.

Mo Pantao stood in front of the bookshelf, so many trophies, National Youth English Debate Champion, National Mathematical Olympiad Champion...

Each trophy is the glorious past of Xueba.

Mo Pantao's eyes widened, full of admiration: "Wow! Senior, you are so amazing!"

The bully senior laughed: "It's not all mine, there's also the trophy that this guy lent me to show off."

Mo Pantao glanced at the indifferent student council president.

A little smile gradually overflowed, and the president of the student council snorted: "It's not something with a lot of gold content, what are you doing with it."

The senior Xueba touched the light blue trophy, but spread his hands helplessly: "I'm envious."

Mo Pantao: "What kind of trophy is this?"

Xueba Senior and You Rongyan: "First Prize in the Evaluation of World Art Treasures."

Mo Pan was at a loss as to what it was.

Xueba senior smiled: "Don't look at this guy who is usually very cold, his paintings are very warm, one painting is enough to squander a lifetime."

Student president:"????????????"

Before they chatted a few words, the hostess asked them to eat, and there were many beef dishes on the dinner table.

Mo Pantao took a sip, and it tasted really good.

Di Yuan: "Then go back, let's eat it often."

Mo Pantao: "But I can't."

Di Yuan said nonsense seriously: "It's okay, I will."

Mo Pantao's eyes lit up and he nodded heavily.

The two had a meal, and not long after returning to Mo Pantao's game home, they were notified that someone was looking for them, and they were in a hurry.The two looked at each other and quit the game.The director looked serious: "The mistress of the game president's house seems to be bewitched."

Mo Pantao was startled: "Where are they now?"

Director: "I'm already rushing here, I guess I'll be there soon."

Just as he was talking, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the next second there was a knock on the door.

The director hurriedly opened the door, the emaciated game boss and several young women who were controlling madness, the game boss: "Master! Take a look!"

Di Yuan's dark eyes darkened, and he swiped his fingertips toward the ground.

Mo Pantao opened his eyes, stared carefully at the ferocious woman, and tapped her brow with his fingertips.

The woman twitched violently in pain, and passed out screaming in just a few seconds. The game boss breathed a sigh of relief: "What's wrong with her?"

Mo Pantao: "Evil energy has entered her body. I helped her expel the evil energy. Fortunately, it hasn't entered her heart and lungs, otherwise..."

The game boss wiped his tears: "Why on earth, my wife never plays games."

Di Yuan was condescending: "What were you doing before?"

The game boss choked up: "I was eating before, and after I finished eating, I went to the study to sort out the materials for you. I drank water halfway and saw my wife get into the game room. I was so scared that I pulled her out directly, and then she was like this. "

Di Yuan was stunned for a moment, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Pantao frowned: "I think I should go to your house to see, she's fine, she'll wake up."

The boss of the game let go of his hanging heart. He only had such a family member left, and he couldn't bear the pain of loss anymore.

Mo Pantao pondered for a few seconds: "However, nearly half of her anger has been swallowed up. In the future, her body will be weak and easy to get sick, and her lifespan will be shortened."

The face of the game boss changed suddenly, and his body couldn't stop shaking, "How could it be possible!"

Mo Pantao's eyes lit up slightly: "She was taken abnormally. I have a way to restore her vitality. I sell longevity peaches that increase the lifespan here. Each one adds [-] days. I can sell you ten at most."

The game boss shuddered, and suddenly his eyes widened: "Increase life span?!"

Mo Pantao pointed to her hand: "She can live up to 35 years now, and if she eats birthday peaches, she can live another 30 years."

The game boss swallowed his saliva: "There really is such a thing?!"

Mo Pantao nodded: "However, there are prerequisites. She must accumulate good deeds every day. If she fails to do so, she will lose one day of life."

The boss of the game nodded in a trance, and was about to rush to kneel on the ground in a jerk.

"Master, I will buy it, no matter how much it costs, I will buy it!"

Mo Pantao calculated carefully: "9999999 ones, you are my apprentice, I can buy nine and give you one as a gift."

The game boss doesn't care about the 1000 million. He just feels lucky. Fortunately, he hugged his thigh, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do.

Mo Pantao: "Well, I have to go back and find this for you. Let her rest in a place far away from the game."

The boss of the game nodded, settled down with his wife, and took the two of them back home.

As soon as he entered the house, Mo Pantao stood at the door in astonishment. He had entered this house just an hour ago.

Di Yuan looked around, went to the kitchen and opened the pot.

Mo Pantao took a look, his eyes widened in surprise: "Curry beef?"

The game boss couldn't understand why the two were so surprised, and nodded nervously: "Is there any problem with curry beef?"

Di Yuan glanced at him: "Do you like curry beef?"

The game boss nodded: "Yes, yes. Does this have anything to do with supernatural events?"

Di Yuan snorted softly, "Maybe."

Mo Pantao: "Can I go to another room to see?"

Game Boss: "Please."

Mo Pantao entered the room of the master of memory mechanics, but what he didn't expect was that the place was not tidy, and even a little chaotic.

There is indeed a bookshelf, but there are no trophies on it, but it is full of paintings.

Mo Pantao took a closer look, and found that these paintings were all black and bulging, and he felt uncomfortable looking at them, so he frowned.

"what are these?"

The boss of the game's eyes flashed: "I'm in a bad mood and I'm tossing around at will."

Mo Pantao nodded, put his palm on the painting, his brows were tightened, and he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Your paintings are not good."

The game boss was worried: "Why, what's wrong?"

Mo Pantao looked straight at him, and said in a harsh tone, "You know why it's not good."

The game boss opened his mouth, his tone was very pale: "I don't know."

Di Yuan casually picked up a somewhat damaged painting: "You know it's not good, but you want to destroy it."

The damage is evidence, and the damage is artificially torn.

The game boss was stunned, and almost choked in panic: "Could it be, could it really be me, caused by my work?"

Mo Pantao: "It's not certain yet, but it's certain that your paintings condense Yin energy."

Game Boss: "I..."

Mo Pantao frowned and didn't understand: "Why do you use the ashes of dead people to paint? Even a good painting makes people uncomfortable."

The game boss covered his face, shook his head and suddenly passed out.

Mo Pantao was taken aback, and quickly stepped forward to check, only to find that he was just fainted because of too much sadness.

Di Yuan's eyes were dark, and he patted Mo Pantao: "Go and see the game room."

Mo Pantao tilted his head and thought for a while, then agreed.

The wires of the game compartment have already been cut, and indeed there is no electricity.Mo Pantao put his hand on the game compartment and slowly felt it.

After a while, he got up and shook his head: "There is only a trace of yin, nothing else."

That is, no further clues were left.

In fact, this is enough.

Mo Pantao: "The boss's family in reality is very similar to the schoolmaster's family. If this is the case, the problem must be here."

Di Yuan nodded in agreement.

Mo Pantao: "The same thing lies in the curry beef, but the difference is the decoration in the room."

Di Yuan: "Yes."

Mo Pantao looked at the collapsed and comatose boss, as if he couldn't ask any more questions.

The ashes on the painting were like an unspeakable secret of his, which would collapse if mentioned.

Facing the uncooperative game boss, Mo Pantao scratched his face.He couldn't see his eyes, so he couldn't detect anything.

Di Yuan: "It's not difficult to know his life, I'll make a call."

Mo Pantao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

Not long after Di Yuan finished making the phone call, there was a knock on the door. It was a handsome man with a big aura, "Here it is."

Di Yuan glanced at the satisfied man: "Oh, it's almost time for vacation."

Brother Huo's expression froze, his immediate boss was not nice, this ten thousand year old virgin must not have eaten the queen of hell yet, it should be!

Mo Pantao stared at Brother Huo's face in surprise: "Huh? It's you?"

Huo Ge lowered his head slowly, "Uh, you know me?"

Mo Pantao shook his head: "I don't know you, but I know Chi Bo Chi Zai, and I saw in his eyes that you changed his life for him."

Brother Huo coughed lightly: "It's nothing."

Mo Pantao: "You are very powerful." The heavenly punishment for changing one's fate against the heavens is terrifying.

Brother Huo laughed: "It's nothing, you have to believe that there are people in the world who are willing to do anything for you."

Di Yuan shot him a cold look, Huo Ge shrugged.

Mo Pantao frowned and was very puzzled: "You are very strange, you are still alive, but it seems that you have..."

Brother Huo patted his forehead: "Oh, by the way, I have something urgent, let's meet later."

Seeing Brother Huo leaving as if fleeing, Mo Pantao blinked and puffed up his face.He hasn't finished yet.

His Xiaoshou Tao is useless for this kind of fate-defying punishment.

Di Yuan: "Maybe he doesn't have much time, and he plans to spend more time with that foodie."

Mo Pantao nodded, expressing his understanding.

Di Yuan handed him the information: "Let's have a look."

Mo Pantao opened the file and read it carefully, the faint expression on his face became more and more stunned, until he turned a page and saw the photo.

"It's Xueba senior." This photo is very handsome, he is smiling happily, holding a light blue trophy in his hand.

This trophy, Mo Pantao clearly remembers, just an hour ago, the tyrant and senior student caressed his face cherishingly, this is an art trophy.

After closing the file, Mo Pantao rubbed his forehead: "I didn't expect that."

Di Yuan: "Not all lovers in this world will eventually get married, but if someone backs down, problems will erupt sooner or later."

Mo Pantao was concerned, rubbing his chin and thinking: "Then what should we do?"

Di Yuan touched his head.

With a sudden jerk, Mo Pantao almost jumped up, he covered his head and took three steps back, his face was red in the blink of an eye.

It is bearable to be touched by false seedlings in the game, but it is too exciting in reality.

Moreover, he would feel powerless even if he pressed himself now.

Di Yuan's eyes were gloomy, a trace of deep aggression flashed away, and his fingertips gently rubbed.

Mo Pantao coughed lightly: "Then let's go to the game."

Di Yuan nodded.

Mo Pantao sighed, those women who died were really innocent.

The two played the game again, and when they saw the student council president and Xueba senior, they were sitting together and chatting intimately.

Mo Pantao rubbed his forehead and looked at the student council president: "You..."

The student council president gave him a cold look.

Ding dong. [Student Council President] Favorability -10.

OKThis string of data is so capricious.

Caught off guard and lowered his favorability, Mo Pantao decided not to try to talk to the student council president who was the prototype of the game boss.

Well, the apprentices in reality don't seem to be so cold and cold, they are still quite easy to talk to.

Mo Pantao scratched his face and looked at the senior Xueba: "You..."

The senior Xueba raised his head slowly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, still showing a calm and gentle smile, but the indifference in his eyes was real.

Xueba senior: "What's the matter, does Yaoyao have any questions for me? I can answer as long as it is about learning."

As expected of a very popular and gentle senior, his words are indeed very comfortable.

Mo Pantao sat on the sofa: "I know about you."

Xueba senior smiled lightly: "What do you know? It's mysterious, what does Yaoyao want to say?"

This soft attitude made Mo Pantao scratch his face.

The so-called hateful people must have pity.Xueba is indeed very good with the student council president, so good that the two of them formed that kind of relationship.

The relationship is beautiful at the beginning, but as it grows and even enters the society, the relationship between the student council president and the school bully has a relationship crisis due to the secular vision.

At this time, a glamorous girl appeared.

On a night of blunders, she snatched Xueba's lover away, and got married quickly after finding out she was pregnant.

Xueba was heartbroken and left his hometown, but unfortunately, he had a serious car accident on the way to the airport.

The student council president got the news that Xueba had completely lost his breath, so he only took back Xueba's body in the end.Maybe it was remorse or maybe it was madness, the student council president put away the ashes of Xueba.

The one who can really draw is indeed the student council president, who is now the game boss.In the past, his paintings were bright and romantic, but since the death of Xueba, he has become more and more gloomy, and finally even used the ashes of Xueba to paint.

Xueba has love and hatred for the student council president, but more of it is an inextricable resentment. His soul is imprisoned in these paintings.It wasn't until the game appeared that the boss of the game used him as the prototype as the target of the raid, and he was able to break free from the paintings that controlled him and sealed his soul.

Mo Pantao: "He was wrong, but you killed so many people, the crime is even deeper."

The smile on Xueba senior's face gradually faded: "Then what do you think I should do?"