Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 110

"Host? Are you back to normal?"

"What does returning to normal mean? When did I not live normally?"

The system was thinking to itself, how shameless it must be to say this. When will you live a normal life?

But what he said was, "So it's acting? It scared me to death just now. I thought you, host, were possessed by that female ghost."

This skill task is not difficult at all. With his performance just now, he deserves to be a cross-dressing boss. From the expression to the voice to all kinds of small movements, there is no sense of disharmony, it is simply perfect.

Eh? Suddenly I remembered that Qingchuan had already worn wedding clothes twice? And you never got married even once?

"At that time, I felt mental fluctuations that didn't belong to me. Although I tried my best to hide it, I was quite sensitive to it. So..."

His fingers hooked a bit of black hair, and the straight and flexible hair twisted twice on his fingers, and then slowly spread out.

"The real master is right next to me. In order to get the final score, I have to have true feelings. That's what I thought after assuming that identity: I am so young, beautiful and passionately in love, but you didn't come to ask for marriage. You are blind and have no cure for your heart disease." medical."

I'm so beautiful! I am so beautiful!

The system trembled, shook off the magical BGM, and quietly retracted into the field, because the second game had already started, and it was a midnight bus scene that everyone who likes horror themes is familiar with.

At twelve o'clock at midnight, a dilapidated and peeling green bus, a driver with a weird smile, and passengers with numb faces.

There was a smell of sulfur in the car, and there were some vague bloody handprints on the tattered body. The pale face reflected in the glass mirror looked like his own, but also looked like someone else's. It was pitch black outside, and if it weren't for the bumps under the seat, I would hardly have noticed that the car was moving.

Qingchuan noticed that his seat was probably in the middle. There was no one next to him and it was empty. There was a window on the other side, and he had a strange expression in the mirror. I almost wanted to call the Mirror Demon out to recognize his good friend.

Midnight, broken cars, mirrors... they are all routines.

Many places in the car were empty, the players had different expressions, and no one said a word. Only the driver in front sang an off-key song while looking at the people in the car from the rearview mirror. The rearview mirror is also strange. Everyone who looks over it can accurately meet the driver's eyes - weird, terrifying, hunter's eyes, full of excited red bloodshot eyes.

Qingchuan's legs were folded together, sitting upright like a lady. He stretched out his hands to straighten his skirt, guessing what type of game this was, and looking around.

"Where is this?" Qingchuan asked tentatively.

A man sitting in front of him turned to look at him, his eyes lit up, "Beauty, are you just playing?"

It was a curly-haired young man, wearing a gray suit. He looked like the kind of young man who was very good at playing. He smelled of money, his eyes were a little careless, and he was used to joking, "Don't be afraid, as long as you don't seek death, The chance of survival is still very good."

Qingchuan smiled quietly. When he didn't speak, he was like an epiphyllum at night, ethereal and refined. The curly-haired young man's eyes widened, and he felt embarrassed, so he turned around and coughed.