Qin Nuo walked out of the crowd and looked up at the sign of the haunted house.
A terrifying haunted house in another dimension.
The name is quite unusual...
The chainsaw killer held up the blood-stained chainsaw, locked onto Qin Nuo, and was about to come over to scare him.
Qin Nuo waved his hand: "Let's put the little toys away. Where can I buy the tickets?"
The slit-mouthed woman tilted her head, her eyes were wearing false pupils, one eyeball was necrotic, and she tilted her head and pointed stiffly to one side.
"The makeup is scary, but a bit monotonous. If it were a little more gory, I think it would be more appealing to customers."
After making a casual comment, Qin Nuo walked towards the haunted house over there.
The ticket seller was dressed as the Black and White Impermanence, with a long purple-black tongue hanging from his mouth. Seeing Qin Nuo standing in front of the window, he spoke lazily: "The ticket prices for the horror scenes are written on the sign on the side."
"The haunted house is equipped with five scenes: Ghost Marriage, Biochemical Laboratory, Photo Studio No. 9, Kindergarten Ghost Stories, and Halloween Devil Night. Each scene is rated with a star rating. The higher the rating, the more terrifying it is."
The ticket seller recited the lines, his bloodshot eyes lifeless and listless.
Qin Nuo glanced at the billboard on the side. From Ghost Marriage to Halloween, the star index increases successively, the difficulty also increases accordingly, and so does the price.
Qin Nuo took a look and thought, if there was a living creature, where would it be in that horror-themed scene?
"Can I play all of them?" Qin Nuo asked. He was thinking about starting with the one-star ghost marriage with the lowest horror index, or going straight to the Halloween Devil Night with the highest index?
"As long as you have money." The ticket seller shrugged and yawned.
"You look down on yourself. Is business bad?"
"Is the haunted house project so unpopular now?" Qin Nuo asked.
“It’s not a recession.”
The ticket seller propped up his chin with one hand and looked at Qin Nuo calmly: "Yes, one or two of them scare themselves to death every day. Not many tourists dare to come here..."
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