"I don't know what is Silent Ridge."

"It's a horror game..."

A group of people talked about each other, and in this dark room, the more they talked, the more they became numb. Some people believed it, and some people didn't. After all, not everyone has read online novels, and there are always a few suspicious people who think they have been kidnapped.

"Listen to me!"

Zhang En suddenly wiped the sweat from his head and shouted: "It's better to believe it or not. I suggest that everyone try to believe it and don't commit suicide!"

"Because this task is only two hours, and a safe exit must be found, our goal is consistent."

"Wouldn't it be good to let us live together and survive?"

"The weapons here are completely enough for everyone to distribute! One handful for each person, don't hurt your own people!"

"Don't be messed up!"

A roar suppressed all the sounds.

People always have some herd mentality when they are in panic.

After one person picked up a knife and got the weapon, these men and women became quieter.

Fang Yuhao nodded. This guy named Zhang En was quite rational.

"It's always easier to keep warm than the single player mode."

And he had transformed a small part of the entire tomb world into a small maze in advance.

Using the editor to translate matter, the energy required is very small and it is not difficult to do. Moreover, there are ready-made templates in the editor that can be applied without associating them yourself.

There are only three monsters thrown in the maze. These things have been hungry for a long time, their physical strength has dropped significantly and their combat effectiveness is not strong.

"If you are in danger, everyone will go together!" The group of people were swearing.

"That's right! My first mission will not be difficult... Maybe there will be a guide in the team!"

As the group of people doubted and self-comfort emotions emerged, the fragments of belief were growing slowly, at about 16 minutes. Even if they were not as good as the first few seconds, they were much faster than the calm period.

Fang Yuhao looked at the curve of the generation of the fragments of faith and thought: "In other words, the more chaotic the emotions, the greater the fluctuation, the faster the speed of generating fragments of faith. After calming down, his emotions are introverted, and there are not so many."

"Try it again..."

As soon as the 10-minute safety time arrived, a "rumbling" sound rang out, and the stone door gradually opened, revealing a long black corridor.

The oil lamp in the original room began to slowly go out, as if it was no oil.

"Brother Zhang, why do I feel that the Lord God wants us to go out? It's so dark here... the lights are about to be completely gone." A woman with disheveled hair and a pretty figure grabbed the dagger and said that she didn't dare to leave Zhang En.

Her hair stood up and was scared to death by the scene.

"No, if you want to find an exit, of course you have to go out! Stay here and wait for death?"

Zhang En swallowed, watched the oil lamps in the room go out one after another, and said, "Go, go over and take a look, I'll lead the way!"

He gritted his teeth and walked in front.

The eight people walked out carefully.

The corridor is very wet and quiet, with only a sound of footsteps.

Zhang En felt his goosebumps standing one by one.

"ah!"

The woman suddenly screamed, "Someone, someone in front of her!"

"Fuck! Speak quietly!" Zhang En was also scared and sweated coldly.

"You have also attracted someone."

Needless to say, the two-hour survival mission is definitely dangerous.

When they looked closely, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang En cursed angrily: "It's just a portrait. Can you say a few less words? Don't be surprised!"

The woman smiled flatteringly, feeling that her legs were a little soft, and she just grabbed Zhang En's clothes.

The portrait is very big, two meters long, and is embedded on the wall, emitting an indescribable weirdness.

The man in the portrait was wearing a blue official uniform from the Qing Dynasty, with a pale face and staring at them with his eyes straight.

It was obviously dead, but it seemed to be full of vitality.

The woman was trembling and felt that this guy looked a bit like a zombie in a ghost movie. She hurriedly said, "Let's get out of here quickly, don't look at this painting."

Someone also said, "This ghost place is very evil and dark, so it is better to find the exit early..."

Fear can be contagious to each other. Zhang En is more courageous than others, but when he is contagious, he feels furious in his heart.

"Will the safety exit be behind the portrait?" A young man with yellow hair whispered, muttering.

He went up and knocked it a few times, and found that it was hollow.

Although I was afraid of death, I bit the bullet and guessed: "Will the most dangerous place be the safest? The test level, the main god should be our courage. Yes, it must be like this!"

Zhang En's heart moved: "It's not impossible... or take this portrait down and take a look."

A few timid people quickly stopped him: "Don't mess around, maybe some monster will be released!"

"Yes, this is not suitable."

"Pretending to be a ghost... You don't think there are really ghosts in the world, right?! I think it's just a perverted rich man who deliberately kidnapped us and cooperated to play a perverted game!"

"Just a painting! Pry it down and take a look!"

"Don't make a noise! ​​Don't make a noise!"

The noise became louder and louder. Zhang En gritted his teeth and slashed the portrait with a "slap".

Suddenly a scar was cut on the wood.

"Look, it's nothing! Pry it down and take a look."

Just doing this seemed to have restored everyone's courage a little.

Zhang En swallowed a saliva and directed: "Put the weapon into the gap... I count one, two, three, and force it together."

"one two three!"

"Put hard!"

"tear!"

The faces of several timid people became more and more panicked.

Halfway through, the portrait broke and a strange sound came.

"Stop! Stop! Don't talk!"

It seems that there is a sound?

This strange sound made Zhang En's hair stand up all over his body.

Everyone took a step back and saw the next scene, and was shocked.

Zhang En watched a tentacle emerge from the gap!

A blood-red tentacle with a rotten smell.

...Crawled out!

It's a real monster!!

I was stunned for half a second.

I don’t know who shouted: “Run!”

Zhang En's face was scared green, his heart seemed to jump out of his throat, and he turned around and ran backwards!

A lot of people also ran away crazy!

Fang Yuhao from God's perspective couldn't help but complain: "I'll go... Where was the courage at the beginning? Why did he run away like this? I've already prompted that there is a zombie behind the painting, so you guys are going to pry it?"

"This is just a child body, and its combat effectiveness is not high..."

"There are quite a lot of fragments of faith."

He saw that a woman was completely panicked. When she ran away, her legs became weak and she sat on the ground and could no longer stand up.

"Save me, save me!"

A tentacle slowly leaned up and wrapped around her thighs. The cold feeling and the rotten fishy smell made her muscles completely stiff and unable to move at all.

No one dared to support her, and no one went to fight against the monsters. Everyone just ran away crazy.
Chapter completed!