I play the horror world as a development game!

When he glanced at this face, Qin Nuo's mouth twitched a few times.

The eyes that were so prominent were staring at him. If it were ordinary people who threw the body on their backs to the side of the road, ran away.

But Qin Nuo held back, withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

The corpse seemed to have changed back to its original appearance, and the large amount of well water continued to flow along Qin Nuo's body, and the mouth and nose were filled with an increasingly disgusting and unpleasant smell.

"Will you really not dehydrate if you flow so much water?" Qin Nuo couldn't help thinking this way, and finally got to the level.

The door of Ale's house was right in front of him, and the light gradually dimmed, and the room was swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit.

He approached the door and felt a strange feeling coming from his back, not a sticky feeling, but a friction feeling.

The feeling of hair growing in my heart, Qin Nuo's expression changed slightly, thinking that he wasn't a zombie, right?

A low voice was heard in my ears, and the swollen head on my shoulders grew open, and a large amount of well water spit out of my mouth. Several sticky moss and other things fell on Qin Nuo.

Slide to the ground again.

Qin Nuo didn't go to see what it was. Even if Ale was going to cheat the zombie on the spot, he only had the door that was approaching step by step.

When it was nearly six o'clock, Qin Nuo walked heavy steps and dragged his tired and sore body, and finally entered the door.

I stepped across the threshold and entered the room. The hall was empty, and the lights were not turned on, and it was extremely dim.

Qin Nuo put Ale on the chair aside.

The sound of water drops sounded clearly in the hall. At this moment, Ale completely turned into a swollen corpse, with her face swollen and unable to see clearly, like a blown ball, exploded at any time.

"No wonder it's so heavy. Why did the corpse suddenly melt during the transportation process?" Qin Nuo thought, his eyes set around the hall.

The furniture in the hall seemed to have not moved for a long time, covered with dust and spider webs. On a table, there were toys that were stepped on by Qin Nuo in the morning, and the broken arm was picked up.

"Grandpa, I brought you Ale, the food is ready?" Qin Nuo shouted to a dark place.

There was no response, only the sound of well water flowing from the swollen corpse behind.

Crunch.

A sound of the seat being shaken sounded, as if the corpse had moved. Qin Nuo turned his head to look at the corpse. Under the dim light, the swollen skin seemed to be twitching slightly.

Qin Nuo's expression moved slightly, and just as he was about to walk over, a voice suddenly came: "You are very on time, it's just six o'clock."

Qin Nuo suddenly turned his head and saw Grandpa Ale standing quietly in front of him. He looked up at Qin Nuo, and his eyes were pitch black.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

It seemed to be to verify his words that the old-fashioned pendulum clock on the wall had happened to ring six times, and the bell sounded long and echoed in the hall before disappearing.

"Yes, after all, I'm quite hungry. I'm sorry for the first time I'm free meal. Of course I have to be on time."

Qin Nuo spoke in a semi-humorous way, but the old man seemed to be paralyzed with no change at all.

"The food is ready, wash your hands and come and sit down."

After saying this, the old man turned around and left, paused, and said again: "Ale, too, grandpa taught you that you must wash your hands before meals."

After saying that, the old man disappeared into the darkness.

Qin Nuo's face was slightly stunned. When he turned his head, he found that the swollen corpse on the chair disappeared, leaving only a pool of reflecting water on the ground.

Qin Nuo frowned slightly, and heard some sounds in the darkness.

After pondering for a while, Qin Nuo arrived in the bathroom, washed his hands, and walked towards a dark place.

Under a window, some light came in, just shining on the dining table.

On a chair, Alede's body sat there for some time, with swollen hands placed on the dining table.

The dishes on the dining table were not very rich, they were all simple common dishes. The old man brought a piece of dishes up, pulled open a chair, and signaled Qin Nuo to sit down.

"I'll serve you rice, have you washed your hands?" the old man asked.

"It's clean." Qin Nuo smiled slightly and raised his hand.

The old man did not respond and served a bowl of rice and placed it in front of him.

Qin Nuo looked at the darkness around him and couldn't help but say, "Grandpa, is the light bulb broken? Is it better to turn on the light?"

The old eagle still did not answer Qin Nuo's words, but said, "Eat it, try your skills."

Qin Nuo looked at Ale, who was sitting opposite him, still moving, hesitated and moved his chopsticks, picked up a piece of Mapo tofu and put it in his mouth.

The eyes lit up slightly, with a hint of surprise, which was indeed a familiar smell in the real world.

"How is it?" the old man stared at Qin Nuo and asked, without picking up the chopsticks.

"It melts at the mouth, it's very delicious." Qin Nuo sincerely praised.

This is not fake. It is really rare to be able to eat such a meal in the horror world. What's more, I'm playing a role that is often hungry and has to survive on my own.

Qin Nuo, who had been hungry for a long time, tried several dishes in a row, all of which were familiar.

"Aren't you afraid of poison?" The blood-eyed ghost couldn't help but speak.

"I'm so hungry. I'll admit that such a delicious meal is really poisonous. A scarecrow who can replace him with a rare meal is not a loss." Qin Nuo thought to himself while eating it.

After tasting all the dishes on the table in succession, Qin Nuo noticed that the old man was sitting aside, never trying to move his chopsticks. He thought that it wasn't really poisoned, so he asked, "Grandpa, why don't you eat it?"

The old man then picked up the chopsticks, slowly picked up a piece of eggplant, and put it in his mouth.

At the same time, he said: "Do you know, these are the favorite foods of my grandson Ale."

"Is that so, Ale is so happy that he can eat such delicious food every day."

Qin Nuo smiled, glanced at the swollen corpse in the dark, and guessed something in his heart, and put the chopsticks on his left hand calmly.

"Yes, he was really happy before and was very intimate with me, grandpa."

"Similarly, he likes to stick to you. Although you are a few years apart, you are the only friend who is willing to play with him."

Qin Nuo nodded, then subconsciously glanced at the opposite side, and smiled slightly, "Are you very happy now?"

The old man's dark eyes flashed twice and asked, "How can you tell that he is happy now?"

“…”

Qin Nuo suddenly felt a little silenced. He found that Grandpa Ale was not immersed in his own thoughts. He seemed to know exactly what happened to his grandson Ale.

The strange aura suddenly spread quietly on the dining table.

The swollen corpse flowed along the legs of the chair.

The old man picked up another piece of tofu, put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and after a moment, he put down his chopsticks and said.

"You may not remember it very much. Let me tell you how my good grandson Ale has become like this..."