The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

【What happened just now? 】

[Painted skin ghost turned out to be? ? ? ? 】

【…It’s actually Monday? ? ? ? 】

【I really didn't guess... 】

Not only the audience in the live broadcast room, no one guessed, not even Su Nanzhi, who witnessed Monday's transformation from a human to a ghost later.

Obviously that person, who was helping himself to screw the lid not long ago. He is honest and honest, especially the big brother. In a blink of an eye, a ghost crawled out of his body!

Su Nanzhi had difficulty accepting it. He took off the tissue covering his face and wiped away the tears.

"Brother Zhou...Why did he become like that?" Su Nanzhi's voice was rustling, with a two-point cry.

Gu Jingshuang pursed her lips.

When he was in a safe place, he breathed lightly and said, "Painted Ghosts don't belong to this instance, and their ability to kill is limited. But once they are invited into the house, they have parasitic ability."

After speaking, he looked at Sunanzhi.

The other party's long eyelashes were hung with crystal water droplets, and the crimson lips were slightly opened, looking ignorant.

"Forget it." Gu Jingshuang walked leisurely, "Hide for a while and look for the clues of "The Beauty in the Painting"."

Sunanzhi said sullenly.

Hear the sound of the system ringing in my head—

"Congratulations to the host for achieving the title of [Become a Demon because of Love]! Atmosphere value +10! Points reward 10,000."

Sunanzhi: "Huh?!!"

Gu Jingshuang walked in front, stopped for a while, and glanced at Su Nanzhi coldly.

"Is something wrong?"

Su Nanzhi quickly changed the subject: "What is the clue of "The Beauty in the Painting"?"

Gu Jingshuang walked in front: "Before each dungeon comes in, some people will get a clearance clue. The clue I got..."

He glanced at Su Nanzhi thoughtfully.

Sunanzhi tasted a little taste in his eyes.

He exchanged his points for two special lollipops, which are limited to cherry blossom flavors in spring.

As if to please him, he circled Gu Jingshuang's little finger with his fingers.

Handed Haruhi Haruhi and Sakura Romance to him: "Is it okay to have a limited taste?"

Just a lollipop...

Gu Jingshuang glanced at his puppy-like eyes.

Clear and clear pupils, black and white.

Experience life and death, there is still a child's heart.

"...Give it to me." Gu Jingshuang put away the candy, "The original copy of "The Beauty in the Painting" is called "The Resentful Ghost in the Painting", and it was renamed before the official land reclamation. The clues I got, they all have no face."

"They don't have faces?" Su Nanzhi's scalp was numb, "but we haven't even seen the paintings now."

Gu Jingshuang smiled slightly: "No, I have seen it."

Sunanzhi stumbled under her feet, and the wooden floor opened a crack.

The lights on the floor were dim, and I could vaguely see a little bulge on the floor.

Sunanzhi reached out and touched the hard frame, Gu Jingshuang came over and grabbed him, kicking the floor.

The ground was lifted layer by layer, and there was a picture frame.

The noble and elegant little prince is sitting on the olive green sofa, holding a bone china teacup, drinking afternoon tea, next to a black dog.

That was when Sunan Zhi was in her teens.

The adoptive father came back from a business trip with new tea leaves, new cups, and a little black dog.

He made new tea that day, and his adoptive father painted him with a paintbrush.

But now, the painting that was supposed to be his face had no face...

·

living room.

The broken music box gears turn.

A long and gloomy song echoed throughout the villa.

"Come and hide and seek."

"Use mom's head, dad's hand, let's fuse together."

"Blood-stained crayons..."

"A circle, a circle..."

"Jie Jie Jie... I found you."

"Huhu... Who played such a terrifying song?"

After the skin ghost incident broke out, Zhao Bin was the first to run out of the crowd.

In the real world, he is a sports student with strong explosiveness, and he has already climbed to the fourth floor in three or two times.

It has already come up like this, even if it is a skin ghost, it can only chase people layer by layer, right?

He breathed a sigh of relief, a satisfied smile on his face.

It was finally a pit to a king Xingzhi.

Very happy!

He has a half-sister who has lived with each other for many years.

Not long ago, my sister entered the game and paid the required entry fee. It was the team led by Wang Xingzhi.

Because the payment was too small, the younger sister became the first group of victims.

After the incident, the family members of the deceased asked for an apology and explanation. Wang Xingzhi only said that "life and death have fate", and the fans of the Wang team were even more incensed - is it wrong to sacrifice a small number of people and bring a copy of the majority of people?

The matter is over.

But in Zhao Bin's heart, this matter will never pass!

He is not afraid of ghosts, not afraid of death!

As long as you can take revenge, you are not afraid of anything.

So, when he saw the dead Lin Xiaofeng, his fear went crazy over his cerebral cortex, but what was left in the end was—

Since people must die, why not Wang Xingzhi?

He concealed the fact that he painted Peders, and even deliberately guided the ghost to possess Monday.

On Monday, he was holding evidence of Wang Xingzhi's bribery, as long as he died... Wang Xingzhi must be hurt!

"It's very exciting! Wang Xingzhi, just wait for the car to roll over!" Zhao Bin gasped roughly: "Sister, brother finally avenged you. Sister... woo woo woo."

"Sister... Who is your good sister? What kind of face does he have? Hee hee..."

In an instant, boundless darkness came over.

"Who! Who is pretending to be a ghost!" Cold sweat oozes from Zhao Bin's forehead.

Beads of sticky sweat slid down the outline, but like a ghost's cold arm, inch by inch fit his cheek.

Zhao Bin swallowed and slapped himself on the cheek.

Pain took over in an instant, dispelling his fears for a moment.

Zhao Bin scolded: "If you have the ability, come out!"

"Hehe...Welcome to my studio. I can't move from now on~"

In the darkness, a white shadow appeared.

Looking at it from a distance, it is not clear, only two dark pupils can be seen, blood is constantly oozing out.

He walked slowly, and it seemed that he had no intention of coming.

Zhao Bin tried to slow down his breathing.

"Hu, huh..."

do not be afraid.

It's fine as long as it doesn't trigger the death condition.

Can't move.

Just don't move.

Zhao Bin swallowed twice, feeling a little itchy on his eyelids.

He moved his eyelids and opened his eyes.

"Hee hee~"

A pair of empty eye sockets met his eyeballs.

"Ahhhh-" Zhao Bin couldn't hold back, shouted loudly, and fell to the ground.

"Those who are disobedient will be punished..."

Done!

Zhao Bin realized that he had triggered the death condition.

He was about to speak, but found that his lips were glued together.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Zhao Bin ran desperately, the long corridor seemed to have no end.

No, absolutely cannot stop!

Zhao Bin wanted to call for help, but the moment his lips moved, the pain was piercing.

Finally, there was a little light in front of him, and he was ecstatic and wanted to rush over.

"Uuuuuu..." Help me!

He grabbed the other's shoulders, and the man turned his head slowly.

"Hee hee~ I caught you..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah-"

·

Suddenly a picture appeared in the living room.

The young man on the screen is wearing a ruffle-collared shirt and a small vest.

The young man's waist is slender, and his undeveloped body retains the youthful softness of youth.

And gradually upwards.

Zhao Bin's distorted expression was attached to his face that should have been delicate.

His eyebrows showed the word "囧", his nose was cut off alive, two paintbrushes were inserted into his nostrils, his eyes were dug out, and his lips were covered with red paint.

·

"senior…"

"Senior...Senior is so beautiful~ I also seem to want a face like this."

"Senior is beautiful and beautiful, the skin is so delicate and smooth...Senior, I love you!"

Monday is no longer Monday.

He was robbed of his body by the Painted Skin Ghost, and his mind was half fused.

In his consciousness, his humble liking, accompanied by a vigorous desire, has become the bait for painting Peders.

At the same time, this wish was too strong, even though he had turned into a ghost.

Still retains the obsession.

A lowly, evil flower that blooms from the dust.

Want to pull the gods down from the altar.

On Monday, half of crying and laughing, the flesh and blood of the body took off little by little, leaving only the soul and the love for Su Nanzhi.

He began to thin and his body began to shrink.

He became a skinny guy.

what.

His beautiful senior.

On the third floor.

Sunanzhi frowned and straightened the drawing board.

With the strength of breastfeeding, he broke off another floor.

The wooden floor that was easily lifted by Gu Jingshuang just now became extremely hard in his hands.

"Why can't you break it!"

Gu Jingshuang picked him up and put it aside: "I'll come."

he comes?

But he is sick...

Sure enough, I still blame myself for being too weak.

Sunanzhi felt a little uncomfortable and felt that she was dragging Gu Jingshuang down.

Although Gu Jingshuang was ill on weekdays, she was particularly reliable at this time.

He moved gently, and the floor had already lifted a layer of skin, and all the exposed places were all kinds of paintings.

【Ah, what a pervert! ! 】

[Is this the true face of the beauty in the painting? 】

[So perverted, I like it so much—]

[Please think about it, you sleep every night, and the ghosts in the painting are actually looking at you...]

[Mom, it's too scary! ! 】

[But together, they are really good match! ! 】

[There is something wrong upstairs. Take away Gu Shen, we will not make an appointment~]

…

"Are you afraid?" Gu Jingshuang rarely smiled.

What a coward.

Sunanzhi was actually not afraid.

It's just that the habit of resenting ghosts in the painting is too bad!

These are all painted by him! !

How can the floor of the house be lifted when the owner is not at home! !

He even brought all the paintings his foster father drew for him to the floor! !

It also ruined all the face on it! !

It's like, I hate him so much! !

Not even his face is left...

etc.

After his death, the adoptive father brought back another boy.

That boy, didn't his adoptive father paint for him?

What was that boy like?

Who is the ghost in the painting?

"Very strange." Su Nanzhi squatted down and reached out to touch the painting on the floor. He exhaled and looked up at Gu Jingshuang, apricot eyes filled with honey-colored light.

Gu Jingshuang lifted her eyelids, hung her hands in her bag, and came across a special cherry blossom lollipop.

in that useless system.

Everyone is busy buying life-saving supplies.

Only this little fool, enjoying the only sweet fragrance in hell.

"What's so strange?" Gu Jingshuang asked.

The little idiot's eyes were full of light, and there was no fear in his pupils, but a rich joy.

"It's weird, as long as you're by my side, I can calm down and think."

He emphasized it again.

"Really~"