Thriller Paradise

"I feel like this...this...this...is it..." Wang Shouzhi was scared again.

"If I don't interrupt you, you are prepared to keep doing this [哔-] go down?"

Dragon proudly turned his head: "Mad brother, why can you say silence words?"

"Obviously because I didn't have an insulting meaning when I said this swearing, so this behavior was not directly stopped by the system, but the vocabulary itself was not very elegant, so it was silenced." I don’t understand it: “It’s not a time to talk about this problem now?”

Ping-ping ping... oh la la...

The sound of the broken bulb and the smashing of the glass **** were heard. The wall lamps around the restaurant burst open at this moment, and the interior was in a darkness.

Almost when these sounds have not settled, I have already taken out the flashlight from the bag, opened the switch, and illuminate the light directly above my face. "Why... just turn it off. Just do it, you have to be surprised." He said while he was wearing the "eye of hatred".

Xiaoshen and Long Ge saw the upwardly unfolding light in the darkness, and then they slowly turned their backs to the side of him. They also slowly removed the flashlight from the bag and opened them, each lighting up the front. A fan-shaped area.

On the other side, it’s natural to have a light and a smile. It’s like an old-fashioned lantern. It looks old and old, but the attributes of this item are not bad:

[name: constant low light lantern]

[Type: Tools]

[Quality: broken]

[Function: Lighting]

[Special effects: never go out]

[Remarks: This lantern was once a powerful magic prop, but it has not been repaired after a serious damage. It can only illuminate the surrounding area of ​​about five meters. Turning the switch does not control its brightness. It is also impossible to shut it down, fortunately it still retains the infinite qualities of fuel]

She placed the lantern directly on the long table. As the item description wrote, the light was always on, and the illumination range was a sphere with a radius of five meters.

The sad spirit smiled out and took out a yellow miner's hat. The round light in front of the cap was opened and held in the hand. Perhaps it was uncomfortable or unsightly to wear, and she did not wear it on her head.

Several people have lowered the sound of breathing and listened to the threat of darkness in the darkness of the silence.

Suddenly, from the top, the bells and bells rang softly. Everyone looked up and looked up. I saw that the large glass chandelier directly above the dining table was pulled by some kind of force. The person who was aiming was... Do not feel.

In a twinkling of an eye, the steel cable above the chandelier suddenly burst, and half of the objects like the washing machine flew straight toward the seal. His first reaction was to drill down the table.

But there are personal reactions and actions that are faster than they are, and they are more than one step faster.

If the rain is lighter than the foot, step on the chair, and then jump to the air. His skill is strong, but the figure does not lose a woman's unique softness. The sword is cold and his eyes are the same. Sword out, if you are stunned, if you are thunderous. She cleanly cut off the flying chandelier. After the metal bracket of the lamp body was smashed into two, the object fell vertically like a lost force, and the large piece of glass was broken.

If the rain falls off lightly, use one hand to open a hair that has been scattered to the forehead, and the other with a sword, even the breath has not accelerated. It’s really awe-inspiring, cool and heroic.

Xiaoshen and Long Ge were shocked at the time. They couldn’t feel the picture of yesterday’s mad corpse head in their minds. It’s incomparably low-end... In front of this ruthless dagger, the woman’s temperament is fierce. The feeling of the street... The battle scenes of the two people brought a ratio, which is simply to take the Qin fake fairy to the trace of the wind, it is really impossible to read.

"No thanks."

I didn’t feel that I had swallowed the feelings of the heart, and thanked the woman, and swallowed it. I thought: Fortunately, I didn’t say it. This sentence is a special line for the fish-level characters in the martial arts film. He cleared his throat and said: "Well... it’s like rain, can you light the lantern?"

"No." It rained directly back.

"Well... can you show me?" asked Feng.

"Why?" asked the rain.

"I have a skill to repair a faulty instrument in a short period of time." Feng did not know, "If your lantern is below normal quality..."

His words have not been finished yet. If it rains, he will lightly pick up the lantern on the table with a sword and send it to him in an instant: "Derelict."

She likes to be concise, he naturally understands, takes over the equipment, and makes [sloppy maintenance], and the system prompts him: [Failed to use skills]. I didn't care too much, because the failure is normal. His equipment specialization is now F-class, and the skill launch success rate is 20%. It is obviously lucky to be successful once the opponent's flashlight is applied.

This time it was not so lucky. He used it twice again and finally succeeded. The skill of consuming 100 energy value was spent 300. The lanterns turned bright after returning to normal quality, and the whole restaurant was brightly lit.

The size of the restaurant is quite large, and it can be said that it is the largest of all the rooms that people have passed through. At this time, everyone saw a figure, or a ghost, in the corner farthest from them.

It was a middle-aged man. He had a black classical suit with pale skin and deep eye sockets. His facial features were bright, the heavens were wide, and his squats were square, making people unforgettable.

According to some popular legends, the image of ghosts, such as clothing and dressing, is often the same as they were before death, or the most frequently maintained appearance during their lifetime. Judging from this shape, it is estimated that Roderick Usher is correct.

Originally, this ghost hides in a partial corner of the flashlight that cannot be touched by the light of the flashlight, hiding in the shadow of darkness, but at this moment, the lantern that suddenly lights up makes him look like nothing.

Roderick seemed to be afraid of this light. He covered his eyes with his hands, picked up his body and made a sigh.

The seal didn't feel the lamp, there was no fear, and the footsteps calmly approached the ghost. The tone sounded full of enthusiasm: "Mr. Usher, please tell us, how can I get out of here?"

"Don't come over..." Roderick said: "Otherwise you will..." The half sentence he said at first, sounded mild, even made people feel a little weak, but when it comes to the last few words At that time, he took his hands off his face and revealed a distorted face, like a beast of a hysterical roar: "... pay the price!"

Unconsciously, he stood in front of him one meter, and there was no reaction at all. The people behind him were scared to varying degrees by the sudden changes in Roderick.

"What do you want? Control the chair to lick my head?" I don't know that this guy is just a ghost that can't be touched. He can only control the things in this house to attack himself.

When I said that it was too late, there was a chair that floated up and quickly flew behind the cover.

This time, the dragon arrogant is relatively close. He has a large stride. He only takes a step forward. When he stretches his arm, he uses the [Shard of Ao Chuang] to help block the attack.

"There are five people here. You seem to be particularly interested in me..." The unspoken tone is screaming: "Where is Madeleine's body? Is it with your own?"

"Ah--" Roderick screamed, and the scattered objects on the table, knives, forks, candlesticks, etc. on the restaurant table all floated up.

If you don't know what to say, take out the [slow quicksand] in the bag and push the bottle to the ground quickly.

This item can only decelerate the "monster" within a radius of 100 meters, and does not physically slow down the movement of the "object". However, Roderick, who was slowed down, seemed to have affected the unknown forces that kept those objects floating, causing those floating objects to fall directly.

To be a metaphor... The ghosts of these ghosts are like riding bicycles. If you slow down the movement ten times, it is not slowing down, but falling.

Unconsciously, the lantern was lifted forward, and the handle was also directed at Roderick. In the face of this invisible ghost, he did not have any means of attack. He had to try to exert some influence with the light that the other party feared.

Rodrigue's mouth whispered with a low and long sound, and turned very slowly. It seemed that he wanted to cover the light with his hand and escaped by the way, but his movements were too slow to help.

"The difficulty of this script is very general... As long as there is strong lighting equipment, keep an eye on the traps in the big house, don't be confused by things like hallucinations, and don't worry about the survival value." It's a script that mainly tests guts rather than combat ability.” The hand with the lanterns passed through Roderick's body, and the light made the ghost more and more transparent, but this did not destroy the other.

A minute passed quickly, and Roderick retired into the wall, shrugged with disappointment, returned to the long table, and put the lantern down.

"Let's take a look at the train of thought." Feng did not feel a wooden chair, sat down and said: "The story of the invincible brother who was transferred after death should be nearby, we must first find..."

The sadness took the letter directly and said: "This is the case, but the information that can be provided is very limited. It can be inferred that the owner of the letter is not normal, is entangled in the disease, and invites a friend. Come visit yourself."

"Can I have a look?" asked Feng.

"Of course." The tragedy handed the letter to him, adding by the way: "If you are looking for hidden information such as the first line of letters or Roman Pinyin, there is no such letter." She just looked at it slightly. This has already been confirmed.

Feng did not feel a minute to look at the intermittent letter and said: "The player who read the novel may guess from the content of this letter that it is Osher. If you have not read it, you can learn something through this. The basic plot setting." He returned the letter to the sad spirit: "This item can not bring out the script, it seems to be just an ordinary mainline plot commentary, basically can not promote the game process."

The sad spirit said: "Please ask you to explain the current situation in detail. You seem to know this story very well, and...the ghost is obviously staring at you, and I have nothing to do with the plot items. This is also true. For some reason?"

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