Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

"Calm down first." Yang Xianluo stopped and looked at Long Xinyuan, who was looking a little crazy. "It's useless even if you hold the Book of the Dead, and you can't understand the spells on it."

"Ha!" Long Xinyuan sneered and said, "I understand. This is the language I took as an elective in college."

"What?" Yang Xianluo was stunned for a moment. She knew that Long Xinyuan was talented, but she didn't expect that he was so talented and could understand such a rare language.

"I didn't expect it. Although I didn't do well in life, my grades were very good when I was studying. It's just that I didn't get the chance after I came out."

"I really didn't expect it. Since you are so capable, don't be so obsessed with it!" Yang Xianluo advised.

"I'm not confused. No matter what happens today, I will bring my little sister back to life. No one can stop me." Long Xinyuan's eyes were full of crazy obsession.

Looking at Long Xinyuan's running back, Zhang Zhi asked anxiously, "Sister Xianluo, what should we do now? Should we catch up and stop him?"

"Everyone has his own choice. This is his choice. He is crazy now and wants nothing more than to resurrect his little sister. Whoever stops him is his enemy. Let's just let him go!" Yang Xian

Luo sighed and said.

"But he took away the Book of the Dead, so there would be no way for Pharaoh to be resurrected."

"The Book of Death is not useless after resurrecting a person. After he tries it and gives up, he will naturally get the book back."

"Sister Xianluo, do you think my little sister can really come back from the dead?" Zhang Zhi turned to look at her and asked.

"No." Yang Xianluo replied coldly, "My little sister's body has been destroyed. There is no way to resurrect her. Even if she is resurrected, she will not be the original little sister."

Long Xinyuan ran to the grave where Shu Xiaomei was buried, lying on the grave bag, and scraping the soil on the grave bag with both hands.

"Little sister, I'm here to save you. It's very cold underground. If you bear with it, you will be revived soon."

Soon, he dug up the little sister's body.

Looking at the little girl lying in the pit, Long Xinyuan showed an excited expression on his face.

He picked up his little sister's broken body, put his face against her cold face, and smiled very strangely.

"Little sister, you will be alive soon."

He picked up the Book of the Dead, opened it hurriedly, looked at the spell on it and recited it quickly.

As the mantras were chanted more and more, Long Xinyuan's hair slowly turned white.

"Sister Xianluo, look, there is blood flowing in from the outside." Zhang Zhi said while looking at the blood on the ground.

A large amount of blood spread from the outside and continued to flow on the coffin.

The blood followed the coffin and gathered into the man's heart.

The Eye of Horus on the wall emitted a dazzling light, shining directly on the man's handsome face like a knife.

"What's going on?" Huang Ying asked in surprise when she saw the scene in front of her.

"There should be a problem with Long Xinyuan. Let's go over and take a look." Yang Xianluo said.

Everyone ran out of the pyramid and saw Long Xinyuan, who was muttering a spell, covered in blood, with gray hair and a haggard body, like an old man in his dying years.

"This is... a sacrifice!" Wan Bochong said with narrowed eyes.

"As long as the incantation of the Book of the Dead is recited, the sacrifice begins. No wonder why the pharaoh lying in the coffin has never been resurrected. It turns out that he has been waiting for people who voluntarily sacrifice." Yang Xianluo saw death.

Long Xinyuan, caught in his own obsession, couldn't help but panic.

The last drop of blood on his body was drained. Even at the cost of his life, he failed to successfully resurrect Shu Xiaomei and could only die in regret, guilt and remorse.

"Let's bury Long Xinyuan and Shu Xiaomei together!" Huang Ying said with red eyes and a somewhat choked voice.

"Okay." Zhang Zhi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and said, "This kid Long Xinyuan definitely didn't want to go out and use the sewing machine, so he stayed here on purpose. There are no flowers or grass here, and there is not even a tree on the grave.

There are no trees to provide shade, so if we stay here, we might as well be working on a sewing machine!"

"But there is his beloved girl here!" Wen Sheng said while looking at Long Xinyuan who was hugging Shu Xiaomei's body tightly.

Huang Ying dug the dirt pit with her hands while crying and cursing, "Long Xinyuan, I saw you early in the morning and knew you were not a good person. My little sister didn't know you liked her at all, and she didn't agree to be with you."

Together, you shamelessly chased me to the underworld. If we weren't with my little sister, my little sister would just let you deceive me. It's really cunning."

Yang Xianluo patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Sister Huang Ying, don't be sad."

"Xianluo." Huang Ying hugged her fiercely and cried, "When can you tell us when we can leave this ghost place? There are enough people dying around us. I'm really scared."

"If you bear with it a little longer, you will be able to go out soon." Yang Xianluo's chest felt as if a big stone was pressing on it, and it was very heavy.

No matter what the cost, she must destroy this damn game.

She must give an explanation to these innocent people who lost their lives.

After burying Long Xinyuan and Shu Xiaomei, Wan Bochong used his sword to carve the words "Long Xinyuan" on the stone tablet.

He looked at the tombstone in front of him and felt very depressed. This game was developed by him.

When things developed to this point, he was also responsible. Thinking of the players who died in front of him, he secretly swore that he would destroy the horror game even if he paid all the costs.

Since this game started with him, it will end with him.

He set his sights on Yang Xianluo. Before that, he must find a way to send this silly girl away.

When the players returned to the pyramid, the man in the coffin had woken up. A pair of sharp eagle eyes looked at them indifferently, his eyes full of submissive majesty.

Standing in front of them with a ruby ​​scepter in his hand, Zhang Zhi and others wanted to kneel down and worship him immediately.

"Are you all my servants?" The man looked at them calmly and asked.

"What good things are you thinking about?" Yang Xianluo couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "You don't know how long you have been dead. Even if you had servants, you would have been dead long ago. You are now a polished commander."

The man didn't pay any attention to her words, his eyes fell on her, he looked her up and down and said coldly, "You look good, I will make you my favorite concubine."

Before Yang Xianluo could speak, Wan Bochong stood in front of her, staring coldly at the man holding the scepter in front of her with a pair of cold eyes, slowly opened his mouth and said coldly, "You're dreaming!

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