When the palm of the hand covered the face, a foul smell and a chill spread across the face.
The squeezing feeling on his face made Xiao Liu's body stiff, his nerves numb, and he couldn't move, waiting for death.
Chila!!
A cold light flashed and easily cut off the ghost hand, and blood splattered!
Xiao Liu fell to the ground, hurriedly took off the arm and threw it aside. He touched his face with both hands and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was fine.
The old man looked at the severed hand and twisted his head, then saw Qin Nuo rushing towards him quickly with a machete in his hand. He raised his hand and chopped the head, and it flew out horizontally.
His head flew out and his body tilted. Just as he was about to fall, his other hand suddenly grabbed Qin Nuo's throat.
The area above Qin Nuo's neck instantly became red with blood. At the moment when the ghost hand increased its strength and was about to break Qin Nuo's neck, a bloody eye appeared in the right hand and pierced the chest of the headless body.
He pulled his hand out, pulled out a bloody heart, and crushed it violently. A paper figure hidden inside was also crushed to pieces.
The headless body shook twice and fell to the ground. Its torn surface quickly dried up like half a piece of bacon. In an instant, it turned into a rotten corpse.
Qin Nuo half-knelt on the ground, coughing unconsciously, with the bruises on his neck clearly visible.
If he had been a minute slower, Qin Feng would have died.
Qin Nuo stood up, took a few deep breaths, and looked at Xiao Liu who was getting up over there: "How do you feel?"
"I feel like I'm going crazy! Even though it's just a game, I was really scared to death just now. Did you know that if you get overly scared in a horror game, your nerves will be damaged when you return to the real world?"
"Since he can still talk so much, he should be fine." Qin Nuo shook off the liquid on the machete.
"No more playing, I don't want to play this role anymore, it's just bad luck that I ran into you!"
Xiao Liu looked at the machete in Qin Nuo's hand and said, "Give me a quick death."
"There seems to be a rule in the dungeon that if a player involved in the main storyline dies during the main storyline, they will be eliminated and out of the game."
"If I kill you now, not only this character will be lost, but also the previous one. All the efforts invested in this copy will be in vain. Are you sure?" Qin Nuo asked.
He placed the machete against Xiao Liu's hips and said, "Of course, if you want, I can give you a ride."
Xiao Liu was stunned for a moment, then he moved the knife away from his crotch and said, "Now that you mention it, I feel like I have the desire to live again."
Qin Nuo looked at Li Qianqian over there. She had a blank expression and her hair covered her eyes.
Xiao Liu said in a low voice, "While she's paralyzed, why don't we chop off her head?"
Qin Nuo shook his head.
Xiao Liu scratched his head and looked around anxiously: "So what's going on now? Why are all these main storyline NPCs suddenly dead?"
"There must be a reason." Qin Nuo looked at the paper figures on the ground over there. They were squirming there, full of vitality.
Li Qianqian suddenly raised her head. Xiao Liu panicked and took out his life-saving weapon, a black sickle.
"Xiao Feng, I seem to remember something."
Qin Nuo didn't go over and asked, "Sister Qianqian, what did you remember?"
"On the evening of Children's Day, I sat with my classmates, holding balloons. Everyone was very happy, and the performance on the stage was also very lively."
"Later, there was a skit where someone played a corpse. It was very realistic and the performance was obviously wonderful, but everyone was cursing at them."
"Some people even started a riot. When the scene got out of control, someone stood on the stage, bowed to us, and then threw some beautiful things, and everyone quieted down..."
"Then what?" Qin Nuo asked. What Li Qianqian said was basically the same as what Mo Ting said at that time.
"I can't recall."
Li Qianqian frowned and tried hard to recall.
Xiao Liu glanced at Qin Nuo and asked, "What is she talking about? Is she crazy?"
"She's not crazy. On the contrary, she's the most normal one among all the NPCs in this game."
As Qin Nuo spoke, he put away his machete, took out the ghost-burying stone and bone-splitting hammer, and looked up at the white mist.
There was movement again in the increasingly dense white fog.
A crisp creaking sound echoed, and figures of different sizes appeared one after another, including mannequins, puppets, and dolls.
They tilted their heads and stared at Qin Nuo and Xiao Liu, with red meridians climbing on their body surfaces.
"What are these things?" Xiao Liu looked at the figures appearing from all directions, and felt that the sickle in his hand suddenly became as harmless as a toy.
"They are all controlled puppets. There should be a paper figure at the back of their necks that controls the core."
"If you destroy that paper man, he will no longer be a threat."
Qin Nuo said.
"With so many of them, it seems that knowing their weaknesses is useless, right?" Xiao Liu swallowed.
"Anyway, I wish you the best."
After Qin Nuo said this, the controlled puppets rushed up one by one.
A black light burst out, and the human model in the front was smashed to pieces by the Ghost Burial Stone, scattered on the ground, and limbs flew everywhere.
Qin Nuo moved the bone-breaking hammer to his right hand to resist the fierce attacks of the puppets.
On the other side, Xiao Liu looked at a stuffed crocodile rushing towards him, gritted his teeth, swung the black sickle in his hand, and slashed at the opponent.
The ragdoll crocodile swung its tail, and with its brutal force, it swept the man and the sickle away.
When he fell to the ground, Xiao Liu covered his chest with his hands. The intense pain made him gasp continuously. He looked at the sickle in his hand and saw that a large piece of it was broken.
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