I play the horror world as a development game

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As he spoke, it happened to be Fang Ye's turn.

His dining car is not small, Qin Nuo and Lan Yan pushed forward together.

Fang Ye said: "This is food made by the three of us, I hope you will be satisfied."

"Three people?"

"If the food is not satisfactory, let's be punished together."

While speaking, that hand grabbed the glutinous rice cake.

The sound of chewing came soon after the screen.

Qin Nuo looked at it with a calm expression, but his heart was still a little tense.

Fang Ye adjusted his glasses and said to Qin Nuo, "Calm down, my cooking skills are not bad."

Qin Nuo shrugged: "I'll be calm."

The devouring ghost seemed to have finished eating, and said slowly: "That's right, I haven't eaten this for a long time, and it's not greasy."

"The taste is also very good, which suits my taste."

Hearing these words, the eyes of Qin Nuo and the others were slightly brightened.

But then, the devouring ghost changed the subject again: "However, the only downside is that the ingredients are not good!"

"All, among the three of you, one must be punished!"

As soon as he said this, even before the words fell, Fang Ye spoke first: "Punish me!"

Lan Yan's reaction was a bit slow, and she also said, "Why are you joining in the fun? I'll do it!"

The Devourer said calmly: "You are not qualified to choose for me."

As he said, there was a streamer gathering behind the screen.

In the next second, it shot out.

It didn't land on Lan Yan, nor on Fang Ye, but on Qin Nuo.

His face changed, he took a few steps back, and then felt something strange coming from his right hand.

Turning his head to look, he found that the skin on his right hand was splitting little by little, and it became crystal clear.

Seeing this scene, Lan Yan and Fang Ye's expressions sank.

Qin Nuo's complexion was not much better.

Is this so unlucky?

Just picked myself.

What's more, the selected part is so immortal, it happens to be my right hand!

Under several pairs of eyes, Qin Nuo's right hand split and changed, and finally turned into pearl rice noodles!

Fang Ye came over, stared at that hand, and turned to look at Lan Yan: "Do you know who the problem is?"

Lan Yan said innocently: "It's none of my business, it's you who want to use my hands to make dinner, and the ingredients are not up to standard, that's not what I thought!"

"We are all responsible."

Lan Yan touched the pearl powder, and comforted Qin Nuo: "It's okay, at least it looks much better than my glutinous rice cake hands!"

Qin Nuo shook his head: "It's just one hand, there's no need to panic."

Even so, he thought of a crucial question.

He tried calling the blood-eyed ghost.

no respond!

Called several times in a row, but no response

The right hand becomes food, and the blood-eyed ghost is gone?

Qin Nuo was taken aback, then the problem would be serious!

===Chapter 302 Late Night Strange Appetizer===

Qin Nuo still tried to call twice, but there was still no movement.

Pulling his hand, the pearl rice noodles were scattered, crystal clear under the light.

Qin Nuo's face was not only ugly, but also depressed.

He felt that the blood-eyed ghost was still there, but it was as if he had fallen asleep.

That power of order actually blocked even the blood-eyed ghost?

But it's right to think about it, after all, he only has three eyes now, and it seems that he hasn't gone too far.

Not bad. The problem now is that he lacks a thug. He made a mistake. A good support partner is a lot more troublesome.

After all, for him, the blood-eyed ghost is the main output, and Meng has to go to sleep from time to time. If he encounters any trouble, it will be a headache.

Lan Yan and Fang Ye both saw Qin Nuo's depressed face, looked at each other, and said comfortingly, "You seem to be suffering?"

Qin Nuo was a little helpless, and shook his head slightly: "It's okay."

"You have to pass this carriage as soon as possible, otherwise the longer you stay, the worse the situation will be."

"That's the truth."

Lan Yan said helplessly: "But now I have made all the ingredients that can be made, but it still hasn't satisfied that guy. I really don't know what it wants to eat."

"I'm afraid that in the end, we will all become food and be eaten up by that big guy."

As he spoke, he turned his attention to the chicken on his shoulder. It opened its eyes and looked around foolishly.

"There is only this chicken left. I still think it is more suitable to stew it."

Qin Nuo looked at the chicken, thought of the other two missing ingredients, shook his head and said: "Keep it first, it is the key, but now is not the critical time."

The glutton ate two more dinners before retreating reluctantly.

The light went out, and the screen became dim.

The rest of the players didn't stay long and left one after another.

Qin Nuo also followed behind, looking at his right hand, frowning slightly, he always felt that this was not a good omen.

Fang Ye slowed down a little and said, "When you rest tonight, you stay by Lan Yan and me."

Lan Yan said: "What danger can there be in resting at night?"

Fang Ye glanced at him and said, "If you are willing to use your brain, you will understand."

Lan Yan frowned again, thought about it seriously, and then said: "I can't think of it!"

Qin Nuo glanced somewhere and said, "Don't worry about me, I have my own plans."

"Lan Yan, give me that chicken, it will stay with me tonight."

"This dead chicken is not very obedient, don't let it escape and get into someone else's pot." Lan Yan reminded.

At this moment, the lights on the ceiling were going out one by one, and the light in the carriage gradually became dim.

"Come here today, take a good rest, let's talk about what's going on tomorrow."

Qin Nuo hugged the hen.

It doesn't run, stretches its neck, looks left and right.

Qin Nuo returned to the dining table in the meat section, and tied the hen to the foot of the table.

Looking around, he knocked on the table: "Brother, are you there?"

The meat ghost jumped up, holding a sharp knife and fork: "What are you doing, what are you asking me to do at night? Do you want to give me that delicious food?"

"It's okay, I just miss you."

"Let's stop talking about this, just tell me what you want." The meat ghost forked a rotten steak, muttering that it stinks, and stuffed the steak into his mouth.

"After the lights are dark, can you keep an eye on the whistle for me? To be honest, I am very timid, afraid of the dark, and also afraid of ghosts!" Qin Nuo said, staring around anxiously.

"Then how could you sleep so soundly last night? You were still snoring."

"I just woke up last night, good brother, help me."

The meat ghost said in embarrassment: "I have to work at night, I am very busy, and..."

Before it finished speaking, Qin Nuo took out another piece of Tai Sui meat and said with a smile: "Brother, you are hungry, please have some supper."

Seeing the Tai Sui meat, it immediately bleed out again, snatched the Tai Sui meat, and changed the words on its mouth: "Actually, I am quite free at night."

"Yes, then trouble brother."

"If possible, I may have to trouble my brother with other things at night."

"what's up?"

"It's hard to say, let's talk about it after midnight."

The meat ghost didn't care about so much, only the Tai Sui meat in his hand was all he could see, he ate the Tai Sui meat one bite after another, agreed with all his mouth, waved and left.

At this time, the lights in the car were completely extinguished.

The darkness instantly engulfed every corner of the whole sister's carriage.

In the dark, Qin Nuo felt the chill around him, opened his neckline, looked at the black and white wings on his chest, and tried to speak: "Meng, is there?"

There was no movement.

Not even a trace of strange light.

Qin Nuo sighed helplessly, and buttoned up the button, and the old hen at the foot of the table clucked suddenly.

"hungry?"

Qin Nuo took a dinner plate and put it on the ground.

The hen glanced at the stinky steak, then looked up at Qin Nuo, blinking her eyes that were not very bright.

"Looks like Lan Yan's glutinous rice cake is the most suitable for it."

Qin Nuo muttered, but ignored it, yawned, and lay down on the table.

The sleepiness made the eyelids more and more heavy, and gradually entered the dreamland.

While sleeping in a daze, Qin Nuo felt some discomfort in his right hand.

He opened his eyes in a daze, only to find that the old hen was pecking at the pearl vermicelli on his right hand.

Qin Nuo frowned slightly, and withdrew his hand.

At the dining table, there was a movement. It was the meat ghost who started working again, replacing the freshness of the food.

But it didn't wake itself up, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Qin Nuo dozed off again, feeling more and more cold.

Shrinking his body, he heard a voice vaguely in his ear.

"Brother... Brother... Can you hear it? You can't be deaf, right?"

Qin Nuo rubbed his fiery eyes, looked at the meat ghost, and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"It's okay, it's fine."

"Then what did you ask me to do?"

"I'm going to get off work. I won't stand guard for you anymore. Don't be afraid. I'm also a ghost. The ghosts here are not scary. Just sleep peacefully."

The meat ghost put the knife and fork aside, clapped his hands and said comfortingly.

Qin Nuo looked around and didn't insist: "Yes, you can go."

By the way, he muttered: "By the way, why is it so cold?"

"I don't know, I don't feel cold."

Looking at the darkness around him, Qin Nuo put his eyes on the window and frowned slightly.

The meat ghost asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Qin Nuo said, "Don't you feel a little different around you?"