Maybe half an hour ago, he would have been furious, but now the meat-cutting boy is sincerely grateful: "Thank you."
It took Rudolf just in time to kill two of his treacherous teammates at the last moment so that he could be the last one to die.
Rudolph smiled slightly: "We don't need people who betray their teammates."
Cheng Qianxun and the other two teammates smiled at each other and understood.
"Okay, if you want to get to know each other, you will have time.
Now let's introduce our next round of games..."
Mathais smiled and raised his hands in the air: "This is it."
An image appeared in mid-air, like a projection.
It was a slightly dark three-story English-style house with an attic.
It looked a bit gloomy no matter how you looked at it.
Mathais smiled and said: "You cannot come out of this house after you enter it.
As long as the person who stays alive for eight days and eight nights can win.
This time it is a little different.
Instead of eliminating half, everyone may survive, of course... " It also really adds to the effect.
The orange-red light suddenly turned into a miserable green, making Mathes's face covered with powder suddenly become more terrifying than a dead person.
He actually said with a trembling and gloomy voice: "It is also possible that they will all die."
Someone immediately asked: "What's in the house?"
"Is this..."
The light turned orange-red again, and Mathais blinked slyly: "Of course you have to find the answer to this yourself."
Cheng Qianxun asked: "Do you have any food or supplies?"
If there is no food in eight days, then people will eat people.
Mathes responded: "They are all there, enough for you to eat for eight days.
So don't worry about starving.
And there are weapons, so you can't bring anything with you except what you are wearing, including the knife that has not been thrown away in your hand. .
"This makes people feel relieved, at least there won't be any tragedy of cannibalism.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The other three people threw away the knives in their hands.
"Are you ready?"
Where Mathes' scepter pointed, the darkness was illuminated by a pale white light, and there was a set of steps.
Everyone walked there, and Cheng Qianxun saw that the clothes on the four people who had just fought were basically ruined.
Blood stains, holes after being punctured by a knife, and tears during fighting. . .
So she stretched out her hand and asked the four of them to put on comfortable and clean sportswear.
The lean little man looked at himself, clasped his hands and thanked him: "Thank you."
Cheng Qianxun looked at him: "Thais" Each country has different ways of expressing gratitude, and this gesture has regional characteristics.
He immediately replied: "My name is Basong, British-Thai.
Thank you for letting me change clothes.
Your ability to change things is so strong."
"You're welcome.
Even if you are going to die, try to dress as cleanly and comfortably as possible."
Cheng Qianxun continued to move forward with the team, but she knew in her heart that in the rest area, she was indeed the most capable, but once she arrived in the survival area, when the special Can't be used at all.
She will be knocked back to her original form, becoming the weakest runner who can even trot a thousand meters and be exhausted.
After everyone stepped onto a grid one after another, there was a flat plain ahead of them, and they walked several steps without encountering another grid.
After walking forward for a few steps, the black color slowly faded, just like the darkness passed and the thick fog faded away.
When the darkness and blur in front of me disappeared, the house in front of me was the house I just saw.
"It's just one square."
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Basong's teammates were a little surprised like everyone else: "Is one square just a layer?"
"Maybe the owner of this floor is not happy to build more steps."
Sneijder analyzed.
Eight people, one female and seven males.
Walk through a yard filled with tall grass.
This is a typical British manor, but the yard of more than 1,000 square meters is covered with all kinds of weeds.
The closer Cheng Qianxun got to the gloomy house with creeping vines, the more frightened he felt: "Why do I feel like it's in a horror movie, Island Horror Red Rose Manor."
"It must not be a haunted house."
Rudolf was very down-to-earth and realistic: "We can control zombies and witch hunts, but we have no control over things like ghosts and ghosts.
Who is familiar with things like ghosts and ghosts?"
Cheng Qianxun then said: "I watched some movies, I just hope I don't need them."
I really hope it won't be used.
Zombies also have shortcomings and require good physical strength and a blast on their heads.
Witch hunting is about mortals and teammates with evil intentions, and it's difficult to deal with evil ghosts.
"I think it's a haunted house."
Sneijder looked around.
As he walked along, he tried to speak as calmly as possible: "Do we expect there to be a bunch of lunatics, chainsaw murderers, and perverted dismemberment doctors in the house, trying their best to cut our bodies into pieces for eight days and eight nights?"
"I hope they are murderers and perverts."
The tall man from the other team also said, "At least we can deal with them."
"Forgot to introduce" the tall man stretched out his hand.
He said in a friendly manner: "My name is Hogan, I am an amateur boxer."
"It's a pleasure to meet you.
No wonder you are so strong."
Sneijder stretched out his hand and shook it: "My name is Sneijder."
So everyone stopped temporarily, shook hands with each other, and briefly introduced themselves.
It turns out that Basong is a Muay Thai athlete who is about to turn professional.
The meat-cutting boy's name was Mike, and he was indeed a street gangster, but it seemed that he was a gangster leader, and he should have had three or five subordinates under his command.
People in Cheng Qianxun's group avoided talking about their respective professions.
How can I put it, except for Rudolf's profession, which is frightening, the other three are not professional.
A bodybuilding coach will make people feel empty-handed; The company's small profession will be exposed immediately; and Sneijder's profession. . .
Just forget it.
Everyone looked at the man with the tallest head.
He was about thirty years old, tall and strong, and his eyes were always very bright.
He finally said, "Harold."
"Where's the profession?"
Basong asked, which was what everyone was curious about.
Harold looked at them warily, and after a while he said: "Interpol."
"Ouch" the little gangster Mike suddenly laughed bitterly: "No wonder we can't kill you at all.
It turns out you are Interpol."
"That's right."
Instructor Harold said coldly: "Street rats like you are not worthy of our control."
"What do you mean?"
Mike was immediately annoyed.
He lifted up his sleeves, revealing the tattoo on half of his arm, looking like he was about to fight.
But he didn't know that everyone else looked at him with cold eyes.
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At Mike's level, it would frighten the people at most, and it was not Harold's fault at all.
"Okay" Cheng Qianxun shouted and glared at Mike: "It's a little meaningful to die, okay?
If you want to die, just go to the house and die."
"Everyone" Rudolph turned his back to everyone at this time and faced to the side, saying sinisterly: "We'd better hurry up..."
Following Rudolph's gaze, everyone suddenly felt like a bucket of cold water was poured from head to toe.
They trembled involuntarily, and even Mike put back his arrogance.
Beside the courtyard is the cemetery.
This is normal.
Many houses of this age will have a family cemetery near them, where the lost people are buried.
But the problem is, in this tomb that is covered with waist-deep weeds, stone tablets and carvings with vines climbing on them, the back of a woman seems to appear.
She was wearing a snow-white dress and had brown curly hair that reached her waist.
She seemed to be looking at one of the tombstones.
And most importantly, she has no legs. . .
When the long skirt almost reached the ground, it gradually faded away, and the whole person was like the image projected by the projector, void, ethereal, and full of gloom.
Probably everyone stayed in the yard for too long, so Satan sent something to remind them.
Everyone's hair stood on end when they saw it.
They turned around quickly and walked forward without looking back.
When he reached the house, Mike stepped forward, kicked the door open, and rushed in.
Everyone looked at each other and followed in with a wry smile.
This is still admirable.
Although Mike is a bit reckless, his courage is indeed good, and he seems to be loyal enough so far.
"Obviously the theme this time must be a haunted house."
Sneijder looked around after entering: "Even ghosts appeared just now."
"And this house is indeed full of ghosts."
Boxer Hogan admitted.
The house was very messy, with dust and cobwebs everywhere.
There are also various portraits from various periods on the wall next to it, and the portraits are also covered with dust.
There are even a few pictures where the eyes of the characters have been gouged out, leaving only two dusty holes, with the white wall behind them faintly visible.
Just like in European-style buildings, the main entrance leads to the lobby, and the same is true for this house.
At the end of the hall is the staircase leading upstairs.
This is a pretty big house.
If it were in the real world, it would be relatively big.
The door behind him suddenly "squeaked" and then automatically closed with a "dong" sound.
Most people were shaken involuntarily, and the flow of air caused a lot of dust to fall on the crystal chandelier in the center of the hall, adding a bit of horror.
"Start looking for something.
It's best to find a few candles.
It's too dark here," Rudolf said.
The room was as dark as dusk in broad daylight.
"Crack" the room lit up at once, and all the lights turned on.
Sneijder deliberately joked: "It seems that the great Satan still takes good care of us.
We don't have to go out eight days later and encounter bright light and blind our eyes."
Muay Thai Basong clasped his hands together, saluted around him, and began to mutter something.
He comes from a Buddhist country, where every man becomes a monk once every man, so he is extremely reverent to ghosts and gods.
"Let's just take a tour together."
Cheng Qianxun didn't want to stay in this horrible place alone.
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The more people there, the better.
She felt terrified in her heart.
Compared to zombies and witchcraft, ghosts were probably more terrifying.
"That's all you have."
Mike, the gangster, sneered, "Then follow me.
I'm not afraid of any ghosts.
I'll chase away every one I see."
I don’t know if ghosts can be beaten away.
There are many kinds of ghosts in novels, movies and TV shows, but there are a few people who are not crazy and have no eyesight, who can actually see ghosts with their eyes open.
"Then let's go together."
Boxer Hogan also agreed.
He followed Mike and said as he walked: "I hope there won't be any skull decorations."
"There are also knights in armor who can walk around in the middle of the night, and ghosts wearing white sheets."
Harold, the Interpol officer, expressed contempt and strode to follow, so everyone followed
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