nervous……

He is a member of Group A of the Central Bureau and has extensive experience in horror dungeons. He can remain calm in the face of various thrilling and terrifying situations in the dungeons and find the only way to survive.

But now, it’s not a copy!

In the real world, there is no protection mechanism, and once you die, you are really dead!

He kept telling himself to stay calm, but it was too difficult to maintain the composure he had in the dungeon.

"Go back to your room first. I... will handle the situation here!"

"Calm down." Ling Feng murmured this sentence, not knowing whether he was talking to Qin Nuo or to himself.

Qin Nuo said nothing. He looked at the traces of decay and said, "You look even more nervous than I am. Can you protect me?"

Ling Feng forced a smile and said, "I'll try my best."

Qin Nuo picked up a glass of water on the table, drank it all, and said, "Have you noticed that our room is getting darker and darker?"

Since the lights were not turned on from beginning to end, although the room lacked light, the bright moonlight coming in from the balcony still illuminated the living room.

But before I knew it, the moonlight from the balcony suddenly could not penetrate in, and a hazy black fog filled the living room.

Qin Nuo was standing in front of Ling Feng, and gradually became blurred.

Ling Feng felt something was wrong and quickly said, "Maybe we can get closer."

He took two steps forward, and the blurry figure in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Ling Feng stood in the living room, his whole body enveloped in coldness.

Yinyin heard some strange noises in her ears.

The scratching of nails, the clacking of high heels, the faint sound of a woman singing...

A strong sense of fear grew in my heart!

His vision became completely dim, and he could only vaguely see a few outlines. The wind blew around him, and Ling Feng felt like he was standing on a cliff, with his feet feeling like they were suspended in the air.

Still trying to force himself to remain calm, Ling Feng tightly grasped the black pistol in his hand. This ghostly thing was the only thing he could rely on now.

The woman's singing, like a whisper, became clearer and clearer, approaching him.

Finally, it was right next to my ear.

In the darkness, Ling Feng's pupils trembled, but he did not act rashly.

"What can you do with this toy pistol?"

The woman's voice became clearer.

These words were uttered with full of sarcasm.

Ling Feng said in a trembling voice: "Please spare my life, I want to live..."

A slender figure gradually emerged from the darkness before his eyes.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sarcastic smile: "That depends on how you perform."

When the woman finished speaking, the panic in Ling Feng's eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by a hint of ferocity.

He quickly raised his hand, and with a gunshot, fire came out from the black pistol, and the bullet pierced through the exquisite figure in front of him.

After firing the gun, Ling Feng quickly pulled out a machete with his other hand and decisively chopped off the figure's head.

"Dead?"

Ling Feng looked at the figure, his adrenaline rising, and he thought to himself.

The figure's head fell down.

But then it dissipated...

At the same time, Ling Feng felt a chill coming from behind him.

Before I could turn around, a pair of hands brushed against the back of my neck, palms cupping my face.

"You look so scared on the surface, but when you attack, you're really ruthless."

The woman's voice sounded again, and I could even hear her breathing in my ears, and a hint of chill lingered around my ears.

Ling Feng swallowed.

The other person's arms were fully stretched out, as if he was hugging himself with both hands, and his head was resting on his shoulders.

My whole body was cold, as if I was being pressed against ice.

This is definitely not a half-ghost!

It's a ghost!

Ling Feng was certain of this idea.

The two ghostly objects in his hands seemed to become extremely soft, and Ling Feng felt an unprecedented sense of death and despair in his heart.

The other person was still lying on his shoulder, murmuring something, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness and resentment, like a girlfriend acting coquettishly.

Ling Feng knew that he was doomed to die, so he swallowed his saliva and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Is it a human or a ghost..."

“I often ask myself this question.”

"After he killed me, he cut me into pieces, preserved them in plastic bags, and then sank them with stones to seal the well."

"But I miraculously survived and went back to find him and his new lover, and peeled off their skins..."

"Do you think I'm dead? I think this is how I want to live."

The woman's hand grabbed Ling Feng's hand.

His hand loosened and the black pistol fell to the ground.

The woman's other hand was caressing her chest.

The touch was very delicate, and the woman's fingers were slender and white, which looked very beautiful.

But at this moment, the nails were sliding like knives.

Ling Feng was breathing heavily.

The other hand gradually loosened its grip on the machete.

Just as the machete was about to fall to the ground, Ling Feng grasped that trace of unwillingness.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fingers tightly, raised his hand suddenly, and slashed hard behind himself.

Surprisingly, this time the attack seemed to be effective.

A woman's shrill voice suddenly rang in his ears...