[MTL, BL] Horror Game Live BUG is Actually Me (Book 1)

Chapter 149 - The Hell of Social Animals

Fan Xiang saw that Fu Yan actually changed his words to guess Li Gui, and suddenly felt choked.

"...Okay." Fan Xiangyi leaned back in his chair and raised his eyebrows to look at him, "I guessed something, talk about it."

"I didn't guess much." Fu Yan said, "I just guessed it further, this All the ghosts in the world should be differentiated from the same, right? They are 'one', and they are 'many'."

Fu Yan actually used an ancient verse, but Fan Xiangyi obviously did not connect with this literature track. The man was sitting there, not moving like a mountain, he just said, "Then?"

"Then? Then I'm going to sleep." Fu Yan bypassed him and answered as he walked, "Do you still expect me to speak at length? Can you guess this is my bold guess, didn't you dare to say it directly in front of them without seeing me?"

Fan Xiang Yi tilted his head to look at him: "Then you dare to say it in front of me?"

Fu Yan turned his head Looking at him: "Do you think I have less time to be 'ignorant'?" Fu Yan stretched out two fingers, tapped his eyes, and tapped in the direction of Fan Xiangyi, "Just now, you still have a pair of ' I'd like to see what you can say'. Why should I be afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of you? Anyway, it won't itch if there are too many lice.

" I just listened to the expression you wanted to make a major conclusion. In the end, that's all? I thought you could at least express some meaningful thoughts."

"There are meaningful thoughts." Fu Yan walked to the bathroom door. Looking at Fan Xiangyi leaning on the door frame, "The boss of this world is really conscientious and conscientious. All ghosts are divided and played by one person, and one person plays multiple roles. This is a 'psychic battle', this is 'Social animal hell' is the right thing."

Fan Xiangyi: "..."

Fu Yan couldn't help but sigh: "My previous life gave my soul to TA, don't you establish a friendship between 007? For example, sometimes we are behind the scenes together. Talk bad about the boss."

When he mentioned the word "boss", Fu Yan even gave Fan Xiangyi a special look.

Fan Xiang heard him exaggerate more and more, and finally couldn't help getting up, grabbing his shoulders and turning him around: "You should take your bath."

Fu Yan said: "Isn't it what you want me to say? Why? , the boss of the capitalist can't listen anymore?"

"If you say this again, I will make you unable to speak in a different way."

Fan Xiangyi coldly dropped the sentence, and slammed the bathroom door behind Fu Yan.

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Fu Yan had a dream on his second night in this horror game world.

In a trance, he felt as if he was sitting in a high position, and there was a large crowd of people under the steps. At first glance, these people seemed to be a group of women dancing, and the red dresses and dance movements seemed to be similar. But looking at each woman's face carefully, I found that they were old and young, their movements were flexible and slow, and their specific outfits were also different.

As they danced gracefully, Fu Yan's ears were mixed with music, singing, and call horns, which were chaotically intertwined into a large piece, which rang in his mind. This is by no means a wonderful movement. On the contrary, Fu Yan almost instinctively distinguishes screams, howls, and weeping. It was more like a deathly tune composed of various resentful voices.