sinovels Chapter 148 Nightmare
Chapter 148 Nightmare
This is indeed not the fifth copy of Guan Qiwen.To be precise, this is his seventh game.
It seems that there are only two games missing, but the difficulty of the game is very different.
The more games played, the more difficult the dungeon will be for those participating in the game.In most cases, the difficulty of the game is reflected in the "targeting" of the players.
If clearing the copy of "myself" is regarded as an upgrade, then a person's initial level is Lv0, and one level will be upgraded after passing a copy.People with higher levels are more likely to be targeted by ghosts and encounter danger.And if two-fifths of the dungeons are not lower than Lv5, the difficulty of this dungeon will increase.
In the dungeon after the difficulty has been upgraded, the ghosts don't have to obey the killing limit - as long as the death conditions are met, they can dispose of the foul player at will, killing as many as they want.That's why they were in a state where they were half wiped out on the first day.
There are a total of 13 people in this dungeon, and two-fifths are five people. Excluding Lou Jingmoguan Qiwen and Shen Maomao, as long as three of the remaining ten people reach Lv5, the difficulty of the dungeon will increase.
Lou Jingmo guessed that two of them above Lv5 would be Sanhuang and Xiao Qiao, but she had no clue about the other one.
I'm afraid the Three Emperors didn't even think about it—he left the hidden woods to a few women, and he chose to set foot on the wide road, but the moment he made the choice, his future destiny was decided.
Guan Qiwen felt wronged: "A lot of power leveling is not willing to take risks. I also want to survive. I originally planned to enter the game and told you, but too many things happened, so I forgot."
Lou Jingmo hooked the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Forgetting and not forgetting, isn't it a matter of Qiwen's lips touching his lips?
Shen Maomao put his arms around his shoulders and said with a smile on his face: "Boss Guan, don't you only pay attention to money and life?"
Guan Qiwen is an entrepreneur, a capitalist, and a high-ranking leader. It would be better to let him die than to ask him to apologize, so he said: "How about doubling the original negotiated price?"
Shen Maomao looked at Lou Jingmo.
"Who will have trouble with money." Lou Jingmo nodded, "Deal."
Shen Maomao: "..." As expected of Sister Lou.
I'm afraid Lou Jingmo didn't take Guan Qiwen seriously from the beginning to now, otherwise he wouldn't be as indifferent after being deceived as he is now.
The atmosphere between the three of them was completely gone, and Shen Maomao felt a little uncomfortable, so he quickly slapped himself on the villain in his heart, so that he could be more sober and not be confused again.
Not all life-threatening friendships can be transformed into trust that can entrust their backs to each other. Some people are not born in the same way. This is the case with her and Ren Yue, and the same is true with Guan Qiwen.
"Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi—"
The melody of "To Alice" suddenly sounded, and Shen Maomao was taken aback, and hurriedly took out the phone from his pocket.
The three big characters "Huang Hongxing" were displayed on Youlu's screen, but she didn't know who the person on the other side would be after answering the phone.
As usual, I went to see Lou Jingmo's reaction first. Shen Maomao held the phone like a hot potato.
Lou Jingmo said: "Go."
Shen Maomao answered the phone, and a hoarse voice came from the phone: "The family members of this funeral are very dissatisfied, and they want to complain to the higher authorities about our funeral home..."
It's Huang Hongxing.
Compared with Sanhuang, Shen Maomao was more afraid of this npc. After hesitating for a while, she decided to treat him the same way she treated Sanhuang, chattering non-stop like a machine gun: "What's the difference between complaining about a funeral parlor and us temporary workers?" Relationship? Are you going to blame us? Do you capitalists have any humanity? Are you planning to dump everything to temporary workers? If you don’t say anything else, do you just say that being reported has something to do with us? Take a look Who are you sending? That fat man of the Three Emperors will pretend to be aggressive, and he doesn't even understand a few things. We have several corpses here, and he doesn't say who died. How do we know whose family members it is? The condolence meeting? And those family members, who seem to be sick, why, their eyes are all genetic identifiers and X-ray machines? Can you see through the ashes in the columbarium at a glance and find out that they are not your relatives?"
After racking his brains to say a long list of words, Shen Maomao had nothing to say.
The screen was always on, but there was no sound from the receiver, which made her suspect that she was talking to the air, and even suspected that Huang Hongxing had hung up the phone long ago and she didn't know.
Until she stopped talking, the other side laughed twice, and said: "It turns out that this is the case. It seems that there are still many things that are not in place in our funeral home. How about this, I will directly promote you to become a regular worker, and lead other employees to deal with the current situation. Some systems are being reformed, what do you think?"
Shen Maomao: "..." Damn!
Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy, Huang Hongxing is much harder to fool than Sanhuang.
Shen Maomao was afraid that he would never be able to do without the dungeon after becoming an official worker, so he quickly refused: "I don't agree, I don't do it, I'm a girl, I can't work in a funeral parlor forever!"
Huang Hongxing said: "Want to leave? How can it be so easy? Hahahahaha..."
The weird electronic sounds and laughter mixed together, polluting their ears with a "zilazila".
Shen Maomao: "If you laugh again, I will sing."
Huang Hongxing shut his mouth instantly.
Shen Maomao: "...?? What do you mean??" As she said that, she winked at Lou Jingmo with joy, telling her that Huang Hongxing could at least hear them.
Lou Jingmo nodded, took the mobile phone from her hand, and said to the phone: "Huang Hongxing, don't you want to leave this kind of life?"
Huang Hongxing didn't speak.
Lou Jingmo continued: "Your head will leave your body every day, aren't you afraid?"
Huang Hongxing said: "What do you know? If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have such ability. Those who look down on me would be easily killed by me. I can control anyone's life. What am I afraid of?"
Lou Jingmo sneered: "Are these people including your wife and children?"
Huang Hongxing began to breathe heavily, "screaming, scolding" as if he was about to take his breath away at any time.
Lou Jingmo: "I don't know why you survived after being possessed by the Flying Man, but don't you want to kill this monster and avenge your family? Your family was killed by the Flying Man, but The one who did it was yourself, don't you feel guilty?"
At this time, Lou Jingmo is more like a wicked ghost than Huang Hongxing. She followed the temptation, threw out her own bait, and led Huang Hongxing to the abyss step by step: "We have a way to kill the Flying Man, and we can also kill You, as long as you tell us how to leave, we can help you."
Huang Hongxing suddenly calmed down again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your suggestion is very good, but what you are looking for is not in me, and I don't know where it is."
Lou Jingmo raised his eyebrows: "What do you know? We can exchange at the same value. You should know our location. You might as well sit down and have a good talk."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a knock on the door outside the monitoring room.
Shen Maomao was dumbfounded, and couldn't help giving Lou Jingmo a thumbs up.
Lou Jingmo hung up the phone, threw it in Shen Maomao's direction, and ordered her to say, "Go and open the door."
Shen Maomao put the phone back in his pocket, ran to the door, and opened the door: "F*ck!!"
Outside the door was a solitary head with a long neck under it, which looked terrifying and ghostly.
Shen Maomao jumped wildly: "I rely on you to be so scary in broad daylight?"
Huang Hongxing had no expression on his face, and walked past Shen Maomao into the door.
Shen Maomao closed the door with his backhand, and then walked to Lou Jingmo's side to be a loyal guardian.
Lou Jingmo didn't speak, she was sitting on the computer chair in a daze, looking at Huang Hongxing with her legs crossed, her eyes were as flawless as an ancient well, and of course she didn't have a trace of fear.
One person and one ghost looked at each other for a long time, but it was Huang Hongxing who spoke first: "What is your solution?"
Lou Jingmo: "What about your sincerity?"
Huang Hongxing became silent again.
Lou Jingmo was not in a hurry, and casually hooked his fingers at Shen Maomao who was next to him.
"Huh? What are you doing?" Shen Maomao took a step forward in confusion, but was pulled into his arms by Lou Jingmo, and his buttocks sat on her lap.
Shen Maomao: "???"
Lou Jingmo put his arms around her waist, buried his head on the side of her neck, and took a deep breath: "It's really fragrant..."
A row of goosebumps appeared on Shen Maomao's neck, and she pushed her head out with her hands: "I haven't bathed for several days! My neck is full of mud!!"
Lou Jingmo: "..."
Feeling that the arms that restrained her relaxed a little, Shen Maomao jumped out of her embrace like a flexible loach, twisting her waist, and said to Lou Jingmo seriously: "Sister Lou, let's discuss it, you will not be able to control it in the future." Hold on to yourself, I'll just throw a big slap in the face, okay?"
Lou Jingmo's face darkened: "... Wutong is nearby."
Hearing this, Guan Qiwen immediately opened the door of the monitoring room and rushed into the corridor. A hem of his clothes disappeared around the corner. Instead of catching up, he returned to the monitoring room and said, "I ran away. I don't know if it's Wutong."
Huang Hongxing said suddenly: "It is it, I can smell it."
Lou Jingmo leaned on his chin with his right hand, poked his head forward, and looked at him with interest: "What else?"
Huang Hongxing gritted his teeth, and finally began to blew himself up: "I'm actually dead. On the night I came back from the funeral home, that ghost ran out and hanged my wife and 14-year-old son..."
He gritted his teeth in this passage, obviously hating Feitou to the extreme: "When I woke up, I found that the house was full of blood. I spat out a piece of scalp and a strand of long hair..."
Listening to his description, Shen Maomao only felt his throat start to itch, as if there were countless hairs climbing in it, and he felt like retching.
But that would be rude, and she resisted the urge.
Huang Hongxing's narration is still going on, he seems to recall the scene of that day, his voice is a little choked up: "No one can know my pain... At that time, I didn't even know why such a thing happened..."
The author has something to say: I’m sorry, I’m not going to be in this kind of place anymore_(:з」∠)_I didn’t expect you guys to think so far
There is also the matter of replying to comments, it’s over, I really may not be able to reply qwq
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