I play the horror world as a development game

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"Welcome to the player "Phantom", back to the horror game."

"This dungeon is called Quande Town." (Republic of China category)

"Number of players—25."

"Game time - 25 days."

"Completion criteria - when the player enters the dungeon, he will be randomly substituted into an npc character in the game (not impersonation), and after assuming the role, survive for more than 10 days."

"Note: In this dungeon, each npc character has a flesh and blood identity, each of which has its own life story, which is a test of the player's game ability."

"Survival seems simple, but after touching some restricted areas, you will find yourself in a deep quagmire. Only by grabbing the life-saving straw can you survive from the cracks."

"Every npc in the game seems to be sick, and the symptoms are different. This "disease" will become more serious as time goes by, and eventually cause death!"

"In this dungeon, the game system will deeply cut into the progress of each player. There are at least ten dungeon tasks around each character. After completing these tasks, you can get "good medicine"."

"Note: A good medicine is not a life-saving medicine. It can only relieve and prolong life, but it will eventually die."

"Just like every life that is born will eventually age and pass away. Why fear death and immerse yourself in the joy of being alive every day, wouldn't it be better?"

"Main task: Why do the villagers get sick? What is the so-called disease? What is the source of the disease?"

"Is it really doomed to die? Maybe there is another way out?"

"You, do you really understand the game character you are substituting for?"

"Protection Mechanism: Gold Medal to Avoid Death (one piece), help from a random game npc (triggered by the main line), dreaming of the soul (triggered by the main line)."

"Entering the dungeon channel will open in 5 minutes, and players can choose their own time to enter."

"Have fun playing!"

The sound echoed in the empty space, and Qin Nuo regained consciousness, and basically understood the content of this dungeon.

"A copy of the Republic of China?"

"There are still regions that cross the boundaries of time in the horror world?" Notice that Qin Nuo's face couldn't help but change at the most eye-catching point.

In other words, cross-ages only exist in high-level regions.

So, in more advanced regions, don't there still be copies of regions like ancient times?

Qin Nuo looked stunned.

If you look at it from the perspective of the game, there seems to be nothing wrong with it. Through the code, the game programmer can set it however he wants.

But with so many sets of dungeons, Qin Nuo prefers that this is not a game, but a world with flesh and blood just like the real world.

In the horror world, it seems that there is a god, or a mysterious force, who controls everything and can do all incredible things?

This time, the dungeon exists in the main line. Looking at the content of the dungeon, the standard of completion, and substituting it into the game NPC, it is a bit like acting.

But it's different.

Character sick?

Complete the dungeon mission to continue.

Survive for more than ten days.

No matter how you listen to it, it has the taste of developing a character?

Finally, focus on the protection mechanism, the extra item.

Dreaming of the soul, the name sounds a bit literary.

But after clicking on the detailed explanation, Qin Nuo instantly felt relieved.

"After the player fell asleep, his soul came out of his body. From another perspective, he moved in the dungeon and observed every npc in the game. During this period, no physical attack was found, so it was not easy to be detected."

Qin Nuo suddenly realized, wouldn't this mean that his soul had gone out of his body? To put it simply, it would be to go through a wall invisibly and eavesdrop.

Knowing about everything, Qin Nuo put away the game panel, turned to open the system panel, took out the big obsidian treasure chest from the last dungeon from the toolbox, and opened it.

"Open the big obsidian treasure chest to get rewards: the radio box with strange sounds in the middle of the night, the shroud that oozes blood, and the finishing touch paper."

"Only these three things seem to be from the Republic of China. Is this a coincidence?" Qin Nuo murmured, and after a brief understanding, he put it away.

In addition to the protection mechanism, there are quite a lot of props, but I just don’t know if they can be used?

Immediately, Qin Nuo no longer hesitated, switched back to the game panel, and clicked the channel to enter the instance.

"The player is about to enter the instance!"

As the light curtain appeared in front of his eyes, Qin Nuo subconsciously closed his eyes, and the familiar feeling of weightlessness came.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a burst of yelling in his ears, followed by dense noise.

"Li Sha, you're still sleeping, and you can't get up to work. What about your mother's medical expenses?"

Qin Nuo sat up and saw the black dirt road, yellow mud tile houses, blacksmiths forging iron, baked sweet potatoes at the side stalls, and the ringing bells of [-] bicycles.

Just like the style of the Republic of China.

If it wasn't for being in the dungeon, Qin Nuo thought he had fallen into the filming set of a Republic of China film.

There was a bang, which startled Qin Nuo who was distracted. It wasn't a gunshot, but the popcorn machine exploded, and white smoke rose.

A felt hat was placed on the top of the head, a big rough hand stretched out, and shook his head vigorously: "Why are you so dazed, don't you just want to pull your eldest daughter from Li Zhai?"

"Don't be stupid, you still have to support your family."

"If you don't have the skills, just follow me. Pulling a cart is not only a physical job, but also a technical job. I have a lot to teach you."

It was a middle-aged man who spoke, his upper body was bare, and although he was dark, he was covered with tendons and flesh, with a straw cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

Putting the felt hat on top of his head, he said in a rough voice, "You haven't been here for a long time. I don't know that your brother Wang is in this industry, but you are a big brother. People in the industry must honestly call me Wang when they see me." gentlemen"!"

He gave a thumbs up, pointed at himself, and grinned, his face with fine stubble was full of pride and complacency.

"Wang Dasha, what are you still doing in a daze, the old lady is coming out soon, don't you want dinner?"

A well-dressed man came over, frowned and scolded.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there!" Wang Dasha nodded and bowed quickly when he heard this, and ran towards the gate of the theater.

===Chapter 429 Li Sha's mother so far===

"Wang Dasha..."

"Li silly..."

Qin Nuo stood up silently, observing the body of this game npc. His skin was dark, and his clothes were covered with patches, which had been stitched many times.

Reaching into his pocket, he took out a few crumpled and yellowed banknotes, and a few copper coins.

Instead, in the pocket of his jacket, he took out a pocket watch with exquisite workmanship, brand new and shining with gold.

"I'm poor, and this thing doesn't look like Li Sha's." Qin Nuo muttered, touched his pocket, thought of something, and quickly pulled away the sleeve of his wrist.

Sure enough, before entering the instance, the clock on his wrist disappeared.

No need to ask, for this kind of copy that is substituted into the game NPC, things that cross the era will naturally not be brought in for you.

After working on it for a long time, the watch made by the so-called ghost was of no use at all!

Qin Nuo was a little speechless. At this moment, there was a burst of excitement in front of him. It turned out that those well-dressed and elegant ladies from the drama theater came out.

The black curly hair, each colorful cheongsam, and the delicate and small paper fan are the labels of every luxury in the Republic of China.

Seeing this, the cart pullers beside Qin Nuo hurriedly put towels on their right shoulders and pulled the rickshaw over to grab business.

Only Qin Nuo was still there, groping his body. This behavior was naturally weird in the eyes of outsiders, and he muttered, no wonder he was called Li silly.

What Qin Nuo was looking for was his name, and finally found a small notebook in the inside pocket of his clothes.

In the small book, there are two crooked words.

The pen and ink were intermittent, and I don't know how many times I painted, but Qin Nuo could still recognize it.

"Li Sha."

Qin Nuo raised his eyebrows, thinking that it was no wonder he was called Li Sha.

On the next page, there are also a few words written crookedly, but they are even more ghostly and illegible, let alone grouped together.

While staring at the notebook, a basin of dirty water was splashed on the dirt road in front of Qin Nuo, splashing everywhere.

Seeing Qin Nuo, the lady proprietress of the steamed stuffed bun shop smiled in surprise: "It's really rare, isn't Li Sha short of money today? Everyone around him has left, and you are the only one left, sitting stupidly, calling you Li Sha. Stupid, can't you be really stupid?"

After listening to her words, Qin Nuo looked back at the rickshaw behind him and understood.

Do you dare to be a coachman?

Looking at myself, I seem to be in my early 20s. Is it too worthless to directly do this job?

Qin Nuo muttered to himself, stood up, glanced at the drama theater, just pulled up the rickshaw, and suddenly realized again.

This time I'm not acting as a dungeon, I don't seem to need to really attract guests for a day, why don't I use this time to go back and learn more about the role of Li Sha?

But when I turned around, I realized again, where is home?

Thinking about it, Qin Nuo's face moved slightly, and some simple identity information and background stories about Li Sha appeared in his mind.

Just like the ghost school, simple information will be provided, which makes the players much more convenient.

The direction to home immediately appeared in Qin Nuo's mind, and Qin Nuo pulled up the rickshaw and left.

"Hey, Li Sha, is your direction wrong?" asked the proprietress of the steamed stuffed bun shop.

"That's right, I'm going home from work today."

The proprietress who heard these words was stunned.

……

Passing through the alley, at the very end, Qin Nuo dragged the van and entered a courtyard.

Although the siheyuan was dilapidated and overgrown with weeds, it was still a siheyuan anyway, and there were only a few of them in Quande Town.

Logically speaking, with Li Sha's capital, he couldn't live in such a good house, but when he was young, his father was a famous tailor in the town, so he saved some money.

But later, his father died in an accident, and there was not much money left. His mother suffered a serious illness and became disabled, unable to work. Li Sha had no skills and wanted to buy the house, but his mother refused and threatened The house was bought, and she followed into the coffin.

Although Li Sha has no skills, at least he is not a loser, so he can only obey.

So Li Sha's situation is that he lives in a courtyard house above the ordinary people, but the poor can barely get rid of the pot.

Qin Nuo pulled the rickshaw into the yard, turned around and saw the door of the house, the old mother was sitting there with silver-white hair and haggard face.

She blinked her slack eyes, heard the movement, and asked calmly, "Why did you come back so early today?"

Looking at Li Sha's mother, Qin Nuo's expression moved slightly. The information only said that she was disabled, not that she was blind.

"I felt a little unwell, so I came back early."

"Take a break." Qin Nuo said casually.

Mother shook her head slightly, and said quietly: "Are you still thinking about this house?"

Qin Nuo had a suspicious expression on his face, how could this be related to selling the house?

"Son, I've told you many times that this house cannot be sold. Your father will definitely come back. When he comes back one day, he will be angry when he sees that this house is not occupied by family members."

"You know your father's temper. He saw that it's not our family. It's very serious!"

Qin Nuo hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mother, don't scare me, dad is already dead!"

The message said that Li Sha's father, the tailor shop caught fire that day, and Li Sha's father tried desperately to get out his hard work, but he was trapped inside and burned to death.

"He's dead... have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"Did I tell you?" Mother asked with a calm expression.

Qin Nuo's eyes changed, and he prevaricated: "I was still young at that time, so I can't even remember..."

His heart was a little hairy, and the message did not mention that Li Sha's mother had mental problems.

Could it be that what she said was true?

"Your father will come back. This house cannot be sold, even if we are poor."

Mother stood up, holding a crutch made of mahogany in her hand, turned around and walked back into the house unhurriedly.

Qin Nuo looked around the courtyard, several houses were overgrown with weeds, the doors and windows were broken, and they had been abandoned for some time.

After pondering for a while, he also entered the main room.