I am a god in the secret world

A scream came from Bai Cha's direction, but it was not Bai Cha's voice.

Her face gradually changed and then became like Wang Yurou.

And Wang Yurou, who was originally standing there, gradually turned into Bai Cha's appearance.

Everyone looked horrified, and Sun Qipeng, who was beside Bai Cha, even took several steps back.

Bai Cha looked at them with a smile.

"You are such a bunch of idiots. You already knew I was going to make you kill each other, yet you still dared to do it!"

Not being able to use offensive props is actually not a big restriction because there are so many useful props.

Only her Flower of Lies cannot be used now, otherwise she could use a skill to save her points.

Wang Yurou fell in the snow, covering her neck, and looked at everyone for help.

But Xue Tao's stab was very accurate and directly pierced her aorta.

Wang Yurou finally set her sights on Sun Qipeng.

But Sun Qipeng didn't dare to come over at all.

Wang Yurou opened her eyes wide and saw the female ghost lying on Sun Qipeng at this moment.

The pale, rotten, fat-like texture made her look horrified.

She pointed at Sun Qipeng, and everyone looked over immediately, but saw nothing.

"Okay, I won't play with you anymore. I told you, the game has just begun."

Bai Cha took a step back, and snow and wind suddenly blew up from the ground, making it impossible for everyone to open their eyes. She then put on an invisibility cloak to create the illusion that she had disappeared.

As for the blizzard, that was of course due to Ah Huang’s efforts.

Without Baicha, the atmosphere in the field became weird.

Now it is certain that Baicha is indeed not a human, but are all of you here human?

And I want to leave but I can't.

"Brother Tao, I have a question." Zhu Qisheng looked at Wang Yurou on the ground and said vigilantly: "Aren't you afraid of ghosts? Why do you dare to kill Li Zhenzhen directly?"

Everyone looked at Brother Tao with great vigilance.

Sun Qipeng seemed to have thought of something and said, "Come to think of it, weren't you the one who had been guiding us to target Li Zhenzhen? I admit that I was the one who suggested telling the story, but... it seems like you were the one who led us there!"

Xue Tao gave him a gloomy look.

"Idiot, what does storytelling have to do with me!"

"As for why I'm targeting Li Zhenzhen, didn't I tell you? She is not the same kind of person as us. Did you come to the snowfield to have fun? Aren't you all here to fulfill your own wishes? But Li Zhenzhen is really here to have fun! People like her will ruin our business!"

Everyone's eyes flickered.

"As for me daring to kill her a second time, that's even easier to say!" Xue Tao sneered and said, "Do you really think ghosts are invincible?"

"She's coming back for revenge anyway, so why not try it in advance?"

What you said makes sense.

However, everyone still had some doubts in their hearts, as the knife in Xue Tao's hand was still stained with blood.

Wang Yurou on the ground was gradually losing consciousness.

Compared to Meng Weiwei who died directly in the story, Wang Yurou was killed right in front of them.

The most important thing is that Xue Tao, who found out that he had killed the wrong person, had no intention of saving him and remained indifferent.

He had killed Li Zhenzhen before, which meant he had two lives on his hands. No one wanted to mess with such a person.

Xue Tao looked at their reactions and knew what they were thinking, and sneered.

"Okay, go back to bed. We'll leave at dawn tomorrow."

As he said this, he was the first to walk towards the tent.

Seeing that they could leave the fire, the three people who had not told stories immediately huddled together into a tent.

Zhu Qisheng and Sun Qipeng looked at each other and entered the tent.

Baicha shook her head in the snow.

In horror movies, anyone who is left alone will die, but they actually separate one by one.

Oh no, maybe this was also originally a performance of a horror story.

Why does it have to be in the story?
Because that evil spirit also exists in the story? This seems to be some kind of telekinesis.

Bai Cha pondered, thinking about the relationship between this telekinesis itself and Chi Die. Are they related?

"You don't have to help me block the red butterflies. I want to see them."

Ah Huang then stopped helping her to conceal her breath.

Bai Cha immediately felt that he was being stared at.

Come to think of it, Biyun had said at the beginning that she would find her no matter where she ran.

Bai Cha took off his invisibility cloak and stared into the night.

A red butterfly fluttered over.

They were very fast and arrived nearby in almost an instant.

But these butterflies stayed ten feet away, as if there was an invisible barrier. These butterflies surrounded this place layer by layer, like a red barrier.

Bai Cha controlled the puppet to squat down, picked up his own body and put it in his pocket.

There was a tingling pain in her fingers, as if something was gnawing at them, or as if her fingers were a cocoon and something was trying to break out.

Bai Cha looked at the butterflies flying in the sky and smiled.

Then she doesn't even need to wear it herself, the system has automatically put the demon hunter label on her.

The dazzling red light attracted the butterflies, making them fly more vigorously.

The boss hiding behind the scenes had to come out.

These butterflies began to gather in one direction and eventually formed a human shape.

It was a faceless person without any facial features, and it seemed difficult to determine his gender. All that could be seen was that he was wearing red clothes and standing in the snowy field.

"Is this the evil ghost?"

Ah Huang said: "Yes."

"People changed?"

"Yes."

Bai Cha narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure in red.

"Hello." Bai Cha said, "Are you looking for your own story?"

The figure in red clearly has no facial features, but the meaning of his gaze on Baicha is very clear.

Of course, the intention to kill is also very clear, but he has not yet taken action.

"So you are the ghost who returns at midnight, but you don't know who you are. Is your obsession to find your own story?"

Wherever the red butterfly is, it must be due to obsession.

Baicha came here as a player without any background, so naturally he had no idea what the story was about the character he was playing.

Just like the figure in front of me.

So you have to "find the plot".

"Do you think you are Li Zhenzhen?" Bai Cha asked again.

But still no answer.

It doesn’t matter, Bai Cha never minds awkward conversations.

"Your name is probably not Li Zhenzhen. These people do exist. You want to know your story through them, but maybe you didn't tell them your real name from the beginning. Everyone who comes to the snowfield has their own purpose. You can't just be a tourist."

"The only connection between the stories they told is that each female ghost has no name. The woman who was trafficked in Sun Qipeng's story has no name, and the girl who was bullied in Wang Yurou's story has no name. In Zhu Qisheng's story, the mother has no name. As for the so-called ghost father... it's more like a shadow cast on his childhood. He became a person like his father, but he found an excuse for himself."

"Only the evil spirit in Xue Tao's story has a name, and that one is a male, so you are sure it is a female."

The figure in red changed a little.

She has a gender.

"Ah, so, you still have to continue the story? I should have known not to interrupt."

Bai Cha said with a look of regret.

I've been in a bad mood recently, which has affected my mood. I don't know what to say, but I want to say something. I hope everyone has no worries.