After Ning Que gave Wanyu the drawings and the book on basic fashion design, he opened the door and saw four players searching for information in his room. They stood there stiffly, at a loss.
Ning Que looked at them with a smile. It was quite embarrassing, wasn't it? Going through other people's things.
They stammered and couldn't explain themselves, especially the other two players, who were afraid that Ning Que would twist their heads off if he was unhappy.
She rang the bell, ready to have some food brought over. "It's okay. Go ahead and look for it. Just tell me when you find it."
When the player heard her say this, he was a little bit unconvinced, but he still left and said he would come back later.
"Why is there one person missing?"
Feng Hao replied: "Dead, on the second floor."
Ning Que's heart suddenly skipped a beat. It was obvious that the Buddha statue was not a good thing. After thinking it over again and again, he explained the whole story to Yiping.
Before the last day, Ning Que gave the ghosts on the first floor a shot of vaccination and integrated the information he had learned.
The story is about a man who loves a woman, but she doesn't like him and has rejected him many times. Undeterred, he builds this museum in an attempt to win her heart, but to no avail. One day, his friend introduces him to a statue called "Maloka." Disheartened, the man finally buys it. Initially, he feeds the statue blood, and as the woman's affections gradually change, the statue demands a large number of human sacrifices. Ultimately, both of them disappear into the museum.
Tsk tsk tsk, it’s almost certain that two people are dead this time.
When the clock struck 12, the players were already on the second floor of the museum. Black smoke quietly spread and slowly swallowed everyone in, silently.
Ning Que lowered his head and considered whether there was anything he could give Honghong as a snack this time. God knew, he was just taking advantage of every opportunity to take a sip here and there, and the rest was all relying on the poisonous insects from the last dungeon.
After sleeping for five hours, Ning Que got up, had breakfast, and rested for more than an hour, saying that it was not advisable to do strenuous exercise after a meal.
"Queque, aren't you worried that if you're not careful all the players will die and Huanhuan will come looking for you?"
"Don't you still have it?"
“…”
"The horror system is a Gu-breeding mode, where the fittest survive. I can't always be with those two. I entered randomly and I have to give them room to grow. Besides, I don't know when I can pay off this debt. The key is to believe in the level of your Huanhuan." After Ning Que had a good rest, he rushed all the way to the second floor of the museum. The Western statues on the stairs were shivering.
Everything on the second floor was shrouded in black fog, with only one or two green flames hanging in the air. From the depths came strange laughter and human cries.
"Xiao Pingping, I really regret not bringing a vacuum cleaner or an electric fan." Ning Que tiptoed in, wary. Suddenly, a hand rested on her shoulder. She turned her head, but saw nothing. The strange cry in the mist grew louder and louder.
The deeper she went, the more rows of bluish, dry hands appeared at her feet, desperately trying to grab Ning Que. Ning Que carefully avoided them. One of the hands with red nail polish crept up from behind, little by little approaching her ankle, but she was picked up just as she was about to get close.
She looked at the claws that had been trying to scratch her face, and finally came to the conclusion, "It's a girl." Honghong followed her with the hand holding the claws, and at this time all the hands disappeared.
Ning Que was feeling along the wall in the mist when he suddenly felt something sticky and unidentified, like a soft sphere. No way!
Ning Que wanted to pull it off to confirm his guess. It was still firmly stuck to the wall, so he felt along the edge and finally pulled it out with a little force from his fingertips.
Sure enough, it was an eyeball.
Suddenly, a roaring sound emerged from the mist. Honghong sniffed the object in her hand and slowly bit down, leaving only a thin layer of membrane. She continued to grope along the wall, finally finding the button after more than ten minutes. When she turned it on, the entire second floor emitted a humming exhaust sound, and slowly the second-floor exhibition hall began to appear.
On the left was a row of black jars surrounding a coffin, and in front of it was hanging a large painting, which could be seen to be a portrait, but now there was nothing on it. On the right were some dried herbs, and there was no scene of ghosts and monsters gathered together as Ning Que had imagined.
The Buddha statue was facing off against the players. Seeing Ning Que approach, it petted the skinny, one-eyed dog next to it and said in a half-high voice, a sound that sounded more like nails scratching a blackboard than the original one, "Here I come."
The dog also turned around and stared at Ning Que. Its huge head was completely disproportionate to its body. Its mouth was half open, and the saliva in its mouth dripped onto the ground, corroding holes one by one.
There are only 3 players left. Half of Little Butterfly's face has been corroded. Feng Hao and the other man are not much better off, with some injured and some missing.
Ning Que placed one of his hands in the space, looked at the Buddha statue and said jokingly, "Why don't you leave? Are you still missing the feeling of your body being torn into pieces?"
The players also quietly retreated to the back.
The Buddha statue was not angered, but smiled even more strangely and said, "I know you, you have caught my attention."
Disgusting! This sentence should be said by a handsome, wealthy and domineering CEO. Sure enough, I still look at the face.
"That doesn't go with your face."
Honghong wrapped her arms around Ning Que and arched her body, and the dog also made an attacking gesture.
The Buddha statue looked at the situation with interest, "Would you like to play with your gadget and mine first?"
"No!" Ning Que refused bluntly, and the Buddha statue seemed to have not expected someone to refuse so directly.
Suddenly Ning Que said, "Would you mind showing me around?"
"I'm most happy to do so. Just pick any method you like to die." The Buddha statue responded very reasonably.
Ning Que was the first to open the black jar. Inside was not a poisonous insect, but a human head soaked in turbid liquid.
The Buddha statue suddenly spoke, "Since ancient times, there has been a practice of sacrificing living people. Here, it is—" Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ning Que, "You seem a little different."
"Of course."
Time ticked by, and strangely enough, the Buddha statue's personality this time was different from last time.
The Buddha statue sat there stroking its dog, and suddenly it rushed towards the player like an arrow.
Ning Que also stood up, and as the Buddha statue approached, he pulled out a hammer from his space and smashed it down directly at the statue, but the hammer went straight through its body, creating a dent in the ground. The Buddha statue flashed and appeared behind her, reaching straight for its chest. Ning Que leaned back suddenly, then stood up, pulled out a bottle of alcohol, and smashed it hard. The glass shattered against the wall, and the alcohol soaked a large part of the painting.
It seemed to understand Ning Que's thoughts, "Do you think it will work?"
"Why don't you let me try and see how it goes?" Ning Que bent over, and Hong Hong wrapped around it, making a sizzling sound as she burned. He kicked it with his leg, and the Buddha statue squatted down to avoid it.
Ning Que used his strength to grab the Buddha statue and tried to throw it back, but it was no use. At this time, Feng Hao came over and threw something at the Buddha statue, and also joined the battlefield.
Finally, she carried the Buddha statue and walked towards the painting. As soon as the Buddha statue touched the scroll, ripples appeared on the painting. Ning Que slowly stuffed the Buddha statue in. "Do you have anything similar to explosives?"
Feng Hao was stunned for a moment before he realized he was asking himself, "Yes!"
"Come on, throw one in, quickly!" The one left outside was only one foot away, so the bomb was thrown in while the scroll was still accessible. At this time, the dog no longer pestered the player, but rushed into the painting.
Then there was a sound of explosion. Ning Que patted the intact scroll and asked, "Are the fireworks beautiful?"
Suddenly, the scroll shook and flew through the wall. Ning Que followed it and touched the unchanged wall, feeling worried. "Big trouble!"
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