Chilala.

Blood dripped from the chair, the sticky black blood was creepy to look at, and a faint sound of sorrow and resentment lingered in my ears.

Qin Nuo looked at him and thought to himself that he had finally found someone who was similar to Sister Zui, a man of few words and ruthlessness.

If we were to say what the only difference between the two is, it would be that Sister Zui lacks the emotions that ordinary people should have, while Luo Xun still retains some emotions, but her personality tends to be cold.

This makes the two of them look like there is no difference between them. It's a pity that they are not good sisters!

At this time, there was some movement on the table.

A few distorted words appeared on the prophecy board.

"I'm just an old woman, my bones are falling apart, and I'm half in the coffin. My daughter, you are really rude..."

Luo Xun glanced at him and said calmly, "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for running into a snag."

New fonts continued to appear on the prophecy board: "This is not how the game is played."

"If you want to leave, you need my permission and follow the rules of this photo studio. Do you understand?"

Luo Xun looked at him and nodded slightly: "I understand, what does it mean to be tough on others."

After saying that, she pinched a golden order with her jade hand and crushed it, and the scattered light merged with the ghost realm.

Snap!

The cracking sound was particularly clear. Qin Nuo turned his head and saw clearly that there were many cracks on the wooden legs of the chair.

A lot of wood chips fell to the floor, and blood splattered on the floor.

The faint sound of sorrow and resentment turned directly into a shrill scream.

"You've made one mistake. If I wanted, the entire photo studio game could be done according to my wishes."

"It's just too much trouble."

"So, how do you want to express your opinion?"

A few crooked words quickly appeared on the prophecy board: "I... I think I found the photo I was looking for. Thank you, my daughter. Please leave quickly. Please, spare me, an old woman..."

Seeing this, Luo Xun withdrew his hand and smiled slightly: "You're welcome."

"Helping the older generation is a virtue for us young people."

elder:"……"

Qin Nuo's mouth twitched twice.

Really hardcore gaming!

My rules are the rules?

It’s a pity that this kind of hardcoreness is only limited to herself, otherwise Qin Nuo really doesn’t want to be so tired and wants to enjoy the feeling of winning without any effort.

Soon, the so-called living creatures that had left the playground appeared on the table.

It's a black feather pen.

Luo Xun took it off, looked at it twice, and then crushed it with one hand.

Qin Nuo looked slightly surprised: "What does this mean?"

"No need. After completing the necessary steps of the game, I can leave through the main entrance at any time. Playing the game is just a formality, nothing more."

Throwing the quill away, Luo Xun looked at Qin Nuo: "So, how are you progressing? What problems are you encountering?"

Qin Nuo was not polite and told Luo Xun about his current difficulties.

Luo Xun was also smart and immediately had the same idea as Qin Nuo.

"The story of order is false, and the photos we see with our naked eyes are not necessarily true."

“In horror games, there are often truths and endings that players can’t imagine.”

"In the photo, Zhang Hong plays a happy woman who is doted on by marriage and love. Obviously, the truth is not like that. Even what she said in your ear later was fake." Luo Xun said casually.

Qin Nuo smiled: "Just as I thought, smart."

Luo Xun looked at Qin Nuo, her pretty face did not change, but she seemed to be speechless.

Qin Nuo had a strange expression on his face and asked, "What's that look? Seriously, I guessed everything you guessed."

"Think about why, every time you take a photo, you feel sick all over?"

Luo Xun looked at Qin Nuo, then revealed a rather sweet, yet somewhat teasing, very faint smile: "This is because you are impersonating Zhang Hong's boyfriend."

"She's pulling you into the picture little by little until you actually become her boyfriend!"

"Can it be pulled into the photo?" Qin Nuo's eyes moved. He had thought about many things, but he had never thought about this.

Luo Xun said: "The players who failed will stay here, stay in Photo Studio No. 9, and become a member of the photo frame."

"You may not know this, but this photo studio changes the frames every day, throws away photos that don't have regrets, and then replaces them with the latest ones."

"What does it mean to have no regrets?"

Luo Xun picked up a pair of black gloves from the drawer and put them on with her white hands: "It's like Zhang Hong wants to pull you into the photo and turn you into her new boyfriend."

“Once it’s done, there will be no regrets.”

Qin Nuo said with a forced smile: "That's how love works."

"This seems like a dead end. If I don't continue to sharpen the photo, the time will come and this haunted house theme will end in failure."

"Continue to clarify, and step by step walked into that woman's trap."

"Generally speaking, no matter how the game is played, there will be a way out for the player. However, Zhang Hong doesn't give much of a chance to survive. I can only say that you are very unlucky."

Qin Nuo laughed dryly at Luo Xun's words: "Yeah, why? Maybe I was born with a bad luck constitution?"

Luo Xun walked towards the door: "Let's go."

"It'll take you a few minutes to figure it out, then we'll move on to the next horror topic."

"How are you going to help me?" Qin Nuo was still very happy in his heart. Zhang Hong had dug such a seemingly impeccable pit for him, which would probably give him a lot of trouble.

"Just do what you should do, and leave the rest to me." Luo Xun's eyes were casual and his tone was light.

Back in the studio, Qin Nuo picked up the last few photos and handed the two clear photos to Luo Xun.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!