I am the boss of the horror system Author: Yang Xian
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Ning Que, who prefers to be alone, always has nightmares. All kinds of horror are so easy for her, so she successfully serves as the horror system, and then embarks on a road of no return. She also takes over a shabby amusement park with millions of debts.
I regret it, okay?
So I started taking orders in a horrible system. "Baby, have you tried salted duck eggs? Would you like to try another pickled variety?"
Baby, is my snake body beautiful?
Baby, please come to my unique amusement park and have some fun.
Ning Que looked at himself and wondered why the world was so difficult.
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Female protagonist: She abuses ghosts in various ways and is occasionally beaten.
Content tags: fantasy space science fiction infinite flow modern overhead
Search keywords: Main character: Ning Que┃ Supporting character: None┃ Other: None
One sentence introduction: The author tries to update daily
Concept: Physics fights ghosts, socialism shines
First Dream
There were creaking footsteps in the dim corridor, and it looked like a man-eating monster was squatting in the dark corner.
Ning Que stood in front of the room, his heart beating fast because of the atmosphere.
Suddenly, there was a slight sound in the quiet corridor where few people passed by, as if there were dragging footsteps coming from far away. She was so panicked that her hands became more and more flustered and trembling as she searched for the key in her bag.
How come I can't find it? I put it in this morning.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Ning Que kept searching with his hands, but his peripheral vision kept glancing back. A dry hand appeared in his sight. The back of the hand was covered with layers of skin piled up together, and the coarse sweat hairs on it were twisting there as if they had life. For some reason, it reminded her of rotten meat full of maggots in the summer.
The hand moved closer and closer, so close that she felt dizzy. She could faintly smell a rotten smell at the tip of her nose, which was disgusting. Finally, the hand slapped her right shoulder heavily, making her shiver all over.
At this moment, his heart, which was already high, began to fluctuate, and his teeth kept chattering. Ning Que's head kept twisting in that direction, and his joints made a creaking sound due to disrepair.
Finally saw who it was.
Ning Que's mind was filled with a mess of thoughts just before he saw the face.
What about the tragic news of a single woman being followed and murdered late at night, and the next day's headlines showing her own body covered in mosaics, and a room that was as messy as a doghouse?
"Xiao Ning," the familiar sound of the broken bellows made Ning Que breathe a sigh of relief.
Ning Que put on a polite smile, "Aunt Zhang."
"Nothing, I just saw you weren't back at this hour, so I came to check on you." Aunt Zhang smiled and turned back. "I have some old duck soup stewing in the pot. I'll bring you a bowl later."
Ning Que replied, "No, thank you."
Aunt Zhang didn't know if she heard it or not, and she walked away muttering to herself.
Finally, Ning Que took out the key he had been looking for for a long time from the inner pocket of his down jacket. While cursing his poor memory, he quickly tidied himself up and ran to the soft and comfortable bed.
A long time passed, and for some reason the bed was shaking. Ning Que got up and took a look, then lay down again with a mumble. Waves of sleepiness came over her, her eyelids slowly closed, and her consciousness was floating in and out.
Suddenly, Ning Que was awakened by a palpitation of the heart, and heard a knock on the door. He picked up the phone and went to open the door in his slippers.
After a few steps, they arrived at the door of the room. Ning Que looked at the black liquid flowing like oil seeping out from the crack of the door, wriggling with life.
At this time, the black liquid seemed to be a shark that smelled blood. The liquid that seeped in instantly gathered into a stream and grabbed Ning Que straight.
At this time, the knocking on the door became louder and louder, more and more violent, like a drumstick hitting a drum.
The door was shaking violently, and the gap was getting bigger and bigger. It felt like the person outside was about to break in.
Before Ning Que could react, he rushed over and pressed the door tightly with his body.
Before I could come to my senses, the old door handle began to move up and down.
Ning Que gritted his teeth, and even as panic began to spread throughout his body, he still grasped the door handle with trembling hands.
What the hell is this? I must be dreaming.
At this time, the impact outside the door gradually weakened, and Ning Que unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
This must be a dream, this must be a dream! This absurd thing should end!
Huh, Ning Que began to feel his hands and feet go weak, and he could only press all his strength against the door.
No, Ning Que realized that the whole room was too quiet and the only sound he could hear was his own violent heartbeat.
Ning Que quietly held his breath, turned his head slightly, and looked around the room. His back, which was leaning against the door, was already soaked with cold sweat.
Ning Que suddenly remembered something and slowly turned his head to the right. His bones creaked, sounding like a heavy bullet in the quiet room.
Ning Que's pupils dilated unconsciously, a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his head felt dizzy.
She stared blankly at a black hand resting on her hand, which had become numb from being clenched tightly. A scream burst out of her throat, but she swallowed it back.
She could even see teasing and mockery in that black hand that swallowed up all light, laughing at her fear.
In an instant, the moment of silence was like the calm before the storm, and then the door opened and the black "sea" rushed towards her.
Ning Que had only one thought at that time, which was to escape, escape quickly!
But where else can I go?
The darkness spread to her feet. Ning Que didn't know where to go, so he rushed to the bed as his first reaction.
In the messy bed, there was only a shivering girl.
Before he could react, Ning Que found himself wearing a pair of slippers and standing on smooth marble.
To be honest, what is going on here? Was everything that happened before just a dream?
So where am I now and where am I going?
"Aning, why are you standing here?" Ning Que muttered to the middle-aged woman in front of him who was standing in the aisle because she was wearing thin pajamas. "Oh, it's summer now, but it's almost autumn, and it's still cold... Young people nowadays really don't take care of their health..." He pulled her to the kitchen, "Come on, there's soup stewing in the kitchen. I'll warm you up."
Ning Que thought carefully on the way to the kitchen, and could only grasp a little bit of familiar breath, but she still couldn't remember who this middle-aged woman was, but she always felt as if she had seen her somewhere.
At this time, a young man stood at the kitchen door with a smile.
Ning Que had always felt something was wrong, but when she was about to dispel her doubts and saw that familiar face, her intuition told her that there was something wrong again, and her rationality broke like a string.
When faced with the unknown, the only thing humans can do is run away.
The man who wanted to put his arm around her shoulder in a familiar manner was knocked away by Ning Que who rushed out of the door. The middle-aged woman who happened to be holding a bowl of steaming hot broth also turned around, and the smile on her face became wider and wider.
There was something wrong with this corridor. This was Ning Que's first thought after running for a while.
I must still be dreaming, why are there endless corridors to run in!
At this time, a strange sound came from behind. Although Ning Que did not look back, he could see the middle-aged woman chasing after her with a bowl in her hand.
Ning Que clearly felt that he still had some strength left, and he tried his best to increase his speed, but why couldn't he run faster?
Ning Que saw a dry hand on her shoulder from behind, as if he had eyes. "I got you!"
Ning Que felt goose bumps and a strange itch spreading from the place where he touched her. She turned her head unconsciously and stood there blankly, watching the middle-aged woman's face. The man's face and the woman's face appeared alternately, like a TV with poor signal and snowy flashes, covering the man's face. There was a twisted tenderness in his eyes. He slowly reached out a hand and touched her face, "Why are you running away? I won't hurt you."
Ning Que's legs went weak and he fell into the bed. What was going on?
Someone who is neither male nor female is a shemale!
She came back and the room was still the same, except that the top of the room, which should have been the ceiling, was now a wooden attic with a skylight, through which she could see the moonless sky and some dark branches.
A black crow stood by the skylight and cried, "It's me, it's me," in a strange, rough voice.
Is this how crows call? Ning Que couldn't help but wonder, but she quickly shifted her focus from the cry of a real animal she had never heard before to the black liquid oozing from every corner of the room, finally converging on the soft-bodied creature with a humanoid shape right in front of her bed.
Ning Que looked around and was stunned for a moment, because she found that the door that was originally open was now closed. However, she had no time to care about it and just kept searching for something that could be used to defend herself, but there was nothing.
When she glanced at the cross and Bible on the bedside table, she saw that the speed at which the black figures gathered slowed down, and she picked them up without hesitation.
But the black liquid instantly grabbed her calf. Ning Que jumped onto the bed in a flash, muttering to himself.
This was all a dream. In my dreams, I was invincible. For example, I was invincible in terms of martial power... I just had to wait until dawn.
Her arm went numb and she suddenly felt an inexplicable fear. Ning Que discovered that a dense mass of hands emerged from under the bed on the left side and desperately reached towards her.
The tentacles burrowed into her flesh like leeches, oozing a black liquid. It was unclear whether it was its own fluid or her blood. Ning Que raised his Bible and slammed it down hard. The tentacle retracted as if it had been electrocuted.
She held the Bible and the cross tightly and slowly backed away. At this moment, she felt a sticky feeling on her back. Looking back, the sound of the black flesh wall spoke directly to her mind.
Do you think I'm afraid of what you have in your hand? Otherwise, why would I attack you?
I have heard your fears, you are of no use...
Something in that dark, damp, cold tone struck Ning Que, and after a long moment of reflection, she finally let it go. The pain that reached her pain center instantly cleared her previously confused mind.
Ning Que could clearly feel her flesh and blood separating from her bones. The increasing pain had made her numb, and her vision was blurry.
Ning Que found that he was watching everything happen from a God's perspective, but the vague pain was tugging at him.
In an instant, her perspective changed again, returning to the shemale who looked at her with moist eyes.
She felt like her jawbone was about to be crushed. The shemale brought the bowl to her mouth. The man frowned, and with one hand, he firmly pinched Ning Que's mouth, muttering to himself, "Baby, I love you the most, and you love me the most too. Drink it, drink it, after drinking it, we can be together, and you will be my bride, hehe."
The mouth on his face was getting bigger and bigger, like an abyss across his face, he was really smiling happily!
The man's face and the woman's face appeared alternately, faster than the face-changing in Peking Opera. The transvestite kept saying "baby" and "good daughter-in-law" over and over in her mouth, which was comparable to 3D stereo sound effects. Ning Que was so dizzy that he wanted to vomit.
The hand on her cheek gained more and more strength, forcing her tightly closed mouth to slowly open a crack, and the stench from the bowl hit her face.
The turbid yellow liquid mixed with large chunks of stewed whitish meat swayed in the bowl, and the yellow liquid slapped on Ning Que's face, leaving streaks of water.
The edge of the bowl had already stuck to Ning Que's mouth, and the fishy liquid began to slowly flow into his mouth.
At this moment, the crow that had been screaming strangely on the skylight flew over from mid-air, its shrill voice echoing in the air, "I worked so hard to get this thing, and you actually soiled it."
The bowl fell from the air with a crisp sound, and the soup splashed onto the ground, wetting a large area of the floor.
The shemale's face returned to that of a middle-aged woman, and she knelt on the ground shivering.
At this moment, Ning Que's eyes went dark, and a damp and cold feeling passed over his eyelids, making his hearing more acute.
First there was a thud, thud, thud sound, and then words of apology kept coming from the direction of the shemale.
The crow said in a lazy and nonchalant tone, "Then dig out your eyes."
Ning Que's eyeballs felt a twitching pain, and then his mouth touched a moist, warm object with a slightly salty taste. It was a ball that slid back and forth around his mouth, and from time to time, he said, "Why don't you eat it?"
Ning Que could clearly feel that as the sphere was desperately squeezed into his mouth, it was squeezed into an oval shape by the pressure, with slight vein-like protrusions on the surface.
Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Ning Que woke up with a start and wiped the cold sweat off his body. After taking a deep breath, his eyeballs were still slightly painful. He collapsed on the bed powerlessly and couldn't help knocking his swollen head. Why did he have such a dream again?
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