Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 433 It's time for meal!

  This inexplicable self-confidence makes Xiaolan feel more cordial.

  However, unlike Xiaolan herself, Wenling's judgment must be based on her ability.

   "He... won't he catch us?"

  Wen Ling didn’t seem to be afraid at all, and pointed to that head and said, “Fake.”

  "Fake?" After hearing Wen Ling's words, Xiao Lan courageously poked the head with his finger.

Starting with   , it is the Q-bomb feel of plastic products.

   Xiaolan also poked a dimple on its face.

   "How can there be a fake? When we were in the living room just now, the one we saw was absolutely real."

   "Hmm!" Wenling nodded.

  "Do you know where it really is?" Xiaolan asked casually.

  As a result, Wen Ling directly raised his finger and pointed at the small compartment door in front of them, "Here."

  "..."

   "So, the real ghost is ambushing us at the door."

  Wen Ling raised his thumb, "Hmm!"

  This is really fun.

   Xiaolan looked at Wen Ling with joy with an old face, and wanted not to give her to that male ghost as a gift.

   "emmm...then what should we do?"

  Wen Ling also raised his hips and made a distressed expression.

   Xiaolan's gaze swept back and forth in this narrow compartment.

  Except for myself and Wen Ling, there is nothing else here. Of course, if I can remove the squatting pan on the ground, I will talk about it separately.

  It’s not that Xiaolan has never tried to mobilize the spiritual tide, but it is clear that the thing will not follow the avatar.

  Fighting the kitchen knife with bare hands, this thing is outrageous.

  At least you have to find something to block it.

  Something...

  Something?

  The eyes of the two people gathered on the plastic ghost faces above their heads.

  They grabbed grimace and pulled hard towards their compartment.

It was not just a head, followed by a grimace, but also a plastic body that was as tall as a human. The workmanship of the body was much rougher than the head. The two of them held this huge ghost doll and held their breath and looked towards the compartment door. .

  "Is he still there?" Xiaolan asked softly.

   "Hmm."

   "When you see a gap, you just run straight away," Xiaolan said in a breath, "Take the key to open the door, and then remember to leave me a door."

   "Hmm!"

   "Be quiet, be quiet!..."

   "Hmm." The voice is clever.

   "Huh—" Xiaolan took a few deep breaths.

  I actually fell to such a point, I can still remember the way I was unsatisfied with the wind and rain in the past, and now...

  Xiaolan held the ghost doll in one hand and the latch in the other.

   "Click!"

  Xiaolan and Wenling looked at each other.

"one two Three!"

boom!

   Xiaolan kicked the door panel open, and the black shadow at the door raised his arm. As expected, a blood-stained kitchen knife slashed towards his face.

  Wenling took advantage of the time when the male ghost was attracted by Xiaolan, and squatted down and swished away.

   Xiaolan immediately raised the full-length model of the male ghost, and with a chuckle, the kitchen knife smashed the model's head severely, and the model sizzled.

   is still inflatable? !

   "Hey hey hey... die, all die... all have to die..."

  The male ghost pulled out the kitchen knife again and raised his arm again.

   Then, before Xiaolan could react, the male ghost exclaimed and fell backward.

  Wen Ling stood beside him, the male ghost's feet still stretched when he tripped.

   "Go!"

  The door was opened, Wen Ling put a plastic bucket against the door, and he ran to ambush the male ghost.

  Yes, this head is more brilliant than words.

  The male ghost struggled to get up, Xiaolan threw the model directly on the male ghost, stepped on the model and jumped out.

  Wen Ling held the door with one hand and the plastic bucket in the other, jumping in a hurry, "Quick!"

"I'm coming!"

  The whole journey took less than a minute, and the two of them had panted and fled to the door of the toilet.

  Outside the door is a dark corridor. Only the green light from the toilet and a white light not far away give the corridor an outline.

   "There is a door!" Wenling pointed to the white light.

   "Wait a minute," Xiaolan stopped her, turned and closed the toilet door, "Give me the key."

   Then, Xiaolan locked the toilet door from the outside.

   "Let's go."

This time, Xiaolan led Wen Ling to move near the white light. The white light penetrated into the corridor through a crack in the door. The door was slightly opened. From the outside, only a dazzling group could be seen. Light.

   "Is there any danger inside?" Xiaolan pointed inside the door.

  Wen Ling glanced in again and shook his head.

"No danger?"

  Wen Ling shook his head again, "I want to see."

   "What does it mean to see? Not sure?" Xiaolan scratched his head, "It means...you only know if it's dangerous if you see it?"

   "Hmm!"

  That...you have to go in if you have a thick scalp.

   Xiaolan opened the door with one finger.

  "Squeak—"

  The long sound of opening the door scratched Xiaolan's spirit, and the gap between the door became wider, and white light spilled on the two of them.

  There is a bright incandescent lamp hanging from the ceiling in the room, reflecting the snow-white tiles all over the house, a group of white wooden cupboards lie across the room, and all kinds of kitchen utensils are placed on the counter.

  This is a clean and tidy modern kitchen.

   "Eat!" Wen Ling exclaimed.

  There is a square dining table on the other side of the room. As Wen Ling said, two sets of cutlery and meals for two are placed on the dining table.

"boom!"

  The toilet door rang suddenly.

   "He should be hitting the door, let's come in first."

After closing the kitchen door, Xiaolan still watched vigilantly, but Wenling's eyes were firmly fixed on the food.

   "Uh...Ask Ling, according to your observation, is there a problem with this food?"

  Wen Ling’s head shook like a rattle, "No!"

"That's true…"

   However, it cannot be ruled out that she loses her mind when she sees the food.

  At this moment, a line of black characters suddenly appeared in the void.

  The black letters flashed, "Player meal time".

   is the bulletin screen.

  Wen Ling blinked quickly and pointed at the word on the announcement screen as if he had seen a backer.

   "Look! Look!"

"It's so caring, and I specialize in preparing meals." Xiaolan finally nodded, and walked to the table with Wenling. "But it is also. It's not that the ten-day banquet usually lasts for a few days, or I don't know who we are in reality. How to eat."

  Wen Ling’s mouth was filled with food in an instant, and he chewed and shouted, "Delicious!"

  Xiaolan gave the meat fork on the plate to Wen Ling, and then started self-replay while eating.

  This is the first meal since I came in. If the organizer of this game is not the evil capital of squeezing players, then in other words, the time has passed for a long time now.

  For a long time, I broke two levels.

  I don’t know if it is fast or slow.

   Xiaolan looked at the contented questioning spirit.

  I and this prophecy master who has no intention of winning and just want to play are synchronized in time, so in theory, the strength of the two should be the same.

   is also a master of prophecy at any rate, should...

  Wen Ling finished eating, rubbing his stomach and slumped in the chair, his eyelids heavier.

"Sleepy."

sleepy…

   Xiaolan pursed her mouth.

  It seems that the two of them should be the last one.

  (End of this chapter)