"Enough!"

An Zhui fled in the hands of hundreds of white ghosts, while the snowmen were as persistent as zombies snatching brains, one after another.

It is obvious that the body made of snow cubes is so fragile, but they are still rushing to strangle the neck.

"Bride!"

"Would you like to be his bride?"

"If you die, you will be a fake bride!"

"Come on..."

"The true bride never dies!"

……

The mouthpieces of the "Interviewer" feasted on hundreds of snowman zombies and returned to the horror movie channel after buzzing the vacuum realm slogans.

He rushed over fiercely and strangled his neck.

An Zhui didn't dare to draw his sword, and Centipede Scar didn't dare to use his staff, for fear of making a mistake and having to start the level again.

According to this group of life-seeking snowmen, if she is killed, she is a fake bride, but the real bride will survive.

This is exactly the same as the persecution and killing of witches in Europe in the Middle Ages where nonsense was prevalent——

The one who drowned was an ordinary girl, and the one who survived was sentenced to be a witch and sentenced to death!

After all, this is just an excuse for persecution. Do they all have to die?

Suddenly, An Zhui clutched his chest and bent over again, remaining still for a few seconds - in the real world, the technician was pushing in the last tube of hypnotic!

Now the game immersion is stable!

Centipede Scar was floating in the sea of ​​snowman's arms, and suddenly he didn't see An Zhui who was being treated equally, thinking that he had been killed.

In a hurry, he showed off the Eternal Staff and turned it 360°C with one hand, just like Sailor Moon transformed——

"Fire flames! Break!"

Depressed Lisa, set fire online.

The eternal staff made a circle of bright yellow ripples, surrounding the entire courtyard.

"Crackling...booming..."

Fires broke out everywhere, lighting up the entire sky and snow.

The fire was as fierce as a bank robber robbing money. It jumped up crazily and climbed onto every snowman's head and body...

The incombustible snowman was burned to the point of running away, the sea of ​​​​fire rose and fell, melted and collapsed:

It melted while running;

Trampled and broken into pieces;

Struggling to climb away from the flames and being trampled into snowdrifts...

When An Zhui regained his composure, he looked up and saw Senior Rotten Taro doing this shocking operation. As soon as he said "Fuck", his vision turned black and then white——

We're back to the entrance of fucking Snowman Town again!

"Senior..."

"Stop! Shut up! Get out!"

Centipede Scar strides into the town.

Eager to make up for mistakes.

She admitted that she had just been threatened by a strange snowman who wanted to take her as a bride, and she was too angry. She couldn't see An Zhui, which added fuel to the fire.

But when you restart the level for the third time, the difficulty will increase, the plot will become more and more bizarre, and the analysis method will become even more illogical...

An Zhui put his sword back into the control panel and vowed not to kill the snowman this time!

Wanting to seize the initiative, before he could share his bold and perverted idea, he and Centipede Scar both stopped and quickly covered their mouths to prevent their chins from falling on the snow!

"This! What the hell is this!"

"As you can see, open the blind box..."

The residents of Snowman Town that I encountered during the first two passes were all lifeless at the moment, standing quietly in the middle of the empty market.

There are more than a thousand snow passes in total.

Use your body to form a large maze.

"The snowmen are dead, how can we ask questions to find clues?! Do we have to call them? Let the phone ring resurrect them!"

An Zhui regained his strength and opened his mouth to come up with random ideas.

"Shut up..."

Centipede Scar Lisa stepped on a mobile phone the next second.

Picking it up with body and mind full of rejection, the screen lit up, word game rules appeared, and Centipede Scar read aloud:

"Snowman Town is divided into two factions, the Liar Club and the Truth Base Camp.

The snowman in the address book comes from one of the factions. Please follow the clues he gave to find the answer you want."

There is only one number in the address book.

The opponent's name is "Silly Snowman", a stupid snowman.

"Damn it! It's such a coincidence that this phone call appears! Then I say a senior Sang-chan dropped from the sky, can you drop it?"

No movement for a long time.

"It has to be related to the task. I remember there was a script that said that after you find the designated snowman, you can answer your questions, but you can't talk nonsense, otherwise the system will recognize your instructions and give you some excitement! Just like this

Mobile phone, if you can’t find it properly, it’s your mobile phone!”

Centipede Scar Lisa resolutely dialed the number of Silly Snowman.

After the beep, the voice of a fat boy who could barely breathe came from the phone:

"Hey, you have to find me to answer your question."

"What are your characteristics?" An Zhui grabbed the phone, fearing that this brain-burning opportunity would be wasted by Senior Rotten Taro.

"I'm fat...and I have asthma. You only have 30 seconds. If you find it, open my eyelids...beep..."

Fatty’s phone is disconnected.

The plot of Snowman Calling from Hell was designed by some coder who killed a thousand swords!

An Zhui ran to the right side of the snowman maze, and Centipede Scar tacitly crawled into the left side.

Countdown to 29 seconds.

28 seconds

27

…

"Gan! Snowmen are so fat! The panting fat boy has a purpose! He's not panting now! You're teasing me! You damn fat man who cheated you! I'm going to kick your snow to pieces when I find you.

Stock!"

An Zhui scolded and rummaged around, opened the control panel, and picked out the blue one from the four egg-sized red, blue, yellow and white monsters that were restless and full of expectations.

Squeeze it like a lemon.

The little monster sprayed out blue ink and marked several slightly fat snowman sculptures.

This is the only role he knows of the little monster so far - as a pen.

23 seconds

22 seconds

On the other side, Centipede Scar saves the energy of cursing, shuttles in a row, and scans one by one with the Eternal Staff.

21 seconds

20

…

When both of them were close to the middle, An Zhui and Centipede Scar each locked onto a snowman that looked like a Michelin tire spokesperson.

"This!"

"Found it!"

"No! You have asthma! Your chin pocket must be drooping badly! This is it!" An Zhui pointed to the snowman's round chin.

"This one is the fattest!" Lisa insisted.

"Okay, but I have to drive first!"
To be continued...