Ghost Stories With Different Rules (Infinite Flow)

Chapter 8 Night Tour of Shouyin Village 06

Chapter 8 Night Tour of Shouyin Village 06

ticks.

Tick ​​tock.

The viscous warm liquid fell on Qin Fei's forehead and slowly flowed down his browbones and eye sockets. The smell of blood seeped from the gaps on all sides of the coffin, changing from light to strong, gradually filling the entire sealed space.

The temperature in the coffin was the same as outside just now, but now it has become extremely cold.

Qin Fei's exposed skin was covered with goosebumps. He blinked and shook off the blood beads hanging on his eyelashes.

It was too dark inside the coffin and Qin Fei couldn't see anything, but there was a cool breeze blowing from the back of his neck.

There was a strange touch on the back of his neck, and a fine itching sensation was transmitted along the spinal cord to the brain. Every inch of skin was sounding the alarm frantically, scrambling to announce the same fact: there was a cold hand, running along Qin Fei's back. The back slowly climbs up.

"Hee hee - ha ha ha ha..."

The indistinguishable laughter of men and women rang in Qin Fei's ears, which seemed far away and yet very close.

This scene should have made people's hair stand on end, but Qin Fei couldn't feel the slightest fear.

He lay quietly in the coffin, with his heartbeat, breathing, and all the rhythms of his body as normal, almost like a breathing corpse.

Separated by a light curtain, in the live broadcast hall at the other end, there were already viewers whispering to each other in low voices full of confusion.

"What's going on now?"

"I've never seen this hand before. Is it a new plot? But speaking of which, this anchor is so brave. He's not afraid of doing this."

"I'm really impressed. Yes, his sanity hasn't dropped at all, the system must be stuck with a bug..."

If Qin Fei could see the audience's barrage, he would probably laugh helplessly.

Although it's a bit rude to say it, but - in fact, he doesn't want to be like this.

The feeling on the back didn't stop.

Qin Fei's mind was clear and he blinked very slowly. He kept his body still, trying to see what the thing behind him looked like by turning his eyes.

The hand moved forward along the side of Qin Fei's ear. Whether it was intentional or a coincidence, it stayed out of Qin Fei's sight.

No, I really can’t see it.

Qin Fei slowly turned his head back.

Realizing that Qin Fei wanted to move around, his hands became displeased for a moment, and he squeezed hard with his slender fingers, trying to fix Qin Fei's head in place.

"Ugh--"

The hand was holding Qin Fei's neck with too much force, causing Qin Fei to retching, followed by a violent cough, which made the young man's face turn red.

If Qin Fei's physical condition before entering the dungeon was based on, he would have probably been admitted to the hospital if he coughed like this.

But the dungeon world seemed to have not only repaired Qin Fei's body that was torn apart by a car before he died, but also repaired his health condition that was riddled with holes.

So Qin Fei just coughed a few times, but the burning pain that he thought would come from his lungs never appeared.

From this point of view, entering the dungeon world is not entirely a bad thing. Qin Fei actually found a little joy in suffering at this moment.