The flames danced, and the shell gun stared blankly at the flickering light.
Shellgun's body was wrapped in a blanket. He placed his hands by the fireplace and rubbed them constantly.
He wanted to use this to get rid of the chill and fear.
"How did those two people die?"
The middle-aged uncle, Lone Goose in the mountains, was holding a cigarette in his mouth and an old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun in his hand.
"The woman's stomach was torn open, and I don't know about the man."
The shell gun recovered slightly, but his eyes were still full of fear.
"We only found one tire and this one."
Shenshan Guyan threw the cigarette butt into the fire and stuffed the shotgun into the arms of the shell gun.
The shell gun stroked the cold body of the gun, as if trying to find some comfort in it.
He looked at the faceplate of the shotgun.
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Item: Vintage shotgun
Effect: Causes certain damage to the executioner.
Introduction: The hunter’s sweetheart. Attention! It only has one bullet!
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"I found the car keys."
The shell gun sniffed, and then took out a key from his pocket.
"When the rain subsides, we will go out to find a car."
Shenshan Guyan sat next to the shell gun. He looked at the trembling shell gun and sighed softly.
Squeak, squeak.
A slight cry suddenly came from the fireplace, but it still frightened everyone.
"what?"
The shell gun's reaction was the most violent. He suddenly rushed behind the table and hugged his knees tightly with both hands.
Squeak!
Suddenly, two fat black mice fell from the fireplace.
As soon as they came into contact with the fire, they made pitiful screams and rushed into the house. The air was filled with a faint scent of grease.
Black smoke continued to float out from the holes of the stove at the same time, choking everyone and making them cough.
"A rat is so big that it can block a chimney."
On the side, I loved to eat fish balls and covered my nose with my sleeve. I picked up the stove hook with my other hand, walked to the fireplace and looked inside.
"Why is this guy so big?"
He screamed uncontrollably, and with the help of the weak firelight, he saw a huge black shadow completely blocking the entire chimney.
"No, what on earth is this? Save me!"
The black shadow suddenly stretched out a long arm, the ends of the limbs, and the sharp claws were stained with fishy blood.
Yunfan accurately grabbed my fishball-eating collar by the collar and pulled him into the chimney.
"whee!"
In the small space, Yun Fan showed his fangs and laughed playfully.
Then, he slowly attached the electric saw to the main artery in my neck where I love to eat fish balls.
"Zizzizi!"
"Ahhhhh!"
In the chimney, the dull sound of chainsaws and screams sounded together, like a demonic symphony.
【I love eating fish balls and have been killed. 】
The blood extinguished the sparks like a heavy rain, then formed into a trickle and soaked the entire carpet.
For a moment, there was no other light source in the room except the moonlight.
"Haha, we meet again."
A ferocious head protruded from the hole, with unconcealable joy on its face.
"This place is so crowded!"
Yunfan's voice suddenly became violent. He forcibly stretched out his two arms and beat the walls around him.
Bang, bang.
Like a battering ram, Yunfan beat the fireplace rapidly.
Cracks appeared on the wall and continued to expand.
"Monster, die!"
Seeing that the clown was about to break free completely, Shanshan Guyan could no longer control his emotions.
Snapped!
A tongue of flame burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and the exploding warhead set off bursts of sonic booms and penetrated into the clown's skull.
"Forehead."
The struggling clown suddenly stopped, the smile on his face gradually became stiff, and his head hit the floor.
"do you died?"
The shotgun fell to the ground with a clatter, and the lonely goose in the mountains walked tremblingly to the clown. He suppressed his fear and stretched out his fingers to gently touch the clown's head.
"The clown is dead, we win."
Several times in a row, the clown didn't react at all. Shenshan Guyan felt the courage return to his body. He turned around, waved his arms, and cheered to his teammates.
"No, behind you!"
The crazy little bt covered his face and wailed as if he was crying, his eyes filled with endless fear.
A huge shadow shrouded the scene, and the lone wild goose in the mountains turned its head palely.
Snapped.
He was slapped on the face without even making a sound. The wild goose in the mountains hit the wall like a cannonball, and his whole body was turned into a puddle of flesh.
[The lonely goose in the deep mountains has been killed.]
The sound of the system sounded, but it was like a reminder.
"Are you ready to face death?"
Yun Fan gently tore open the already overwhelmed wall, gently reached inside with his hand, and took out the chainsaw stained with blood.
"Ahhh!"
The crazy little bt could no longer endure such fear. He rushed towards the door like a madman.
Rumble.
Yunfan pulled the traction rope and launched into a high-speed sprint.
"No..."
The roaring chainsaw cut him in half, and the crazy little bt dragged his upper body and still struggled to crawl forward a few meters.
Then, there was no more sound.
[Crazy little bt has been killed.]
"Cut the cake, cut the cake."
Yunfan was still smiling, and he threw the blood from the chainsaw onto the wall, like a poignant splash-ink painting.
"Who will be next?"
Yunfan raised the chainsaw high, and the roar that foreshadowed death sounded again.
He rushed into the crowd, killed, and began.
[The crazy young man has been killed.]
[It’s difficult to turn around and has been killed.]
.......
The thick blood gradually seeped into the floor, and Yunfan's soles stepped on the ground, leaving huge footprints.
He picked up the shell gun hidden under the table and raised it in front of him.
"You are an admirable opponent, hee hee!"
Yun Fan expressed his admiration for the shell gun. As a novice player, it was not easy for him to escape his own pursuit.
"So, goodbye."
The chainsaw cut across the body of the shell gun. Yunfan said goodbye to him with a smile, and blood sprayed all over his face.
Snap.
Yun Fan thrust out the shell gun's corpse, and the words "The Executioner Victory" suddenly appeared in the air.
The surrounding scene gradually shattered and then fell apart.
A white light flashed, and a few seconds later, Yunfan returned to the waiting hall.
Blah, blah.
Yun Fan raised his head, and countless pieces of paper poured out from the ceiling, forming a small mountain.
He randomly pulled out one with a clown's smiling face painted on it.
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Rating:SSS
Comment: You are really an excellent executioner, you are simply born to kill.
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The painting on the paper suddenly turned into these two lines of words, and then, starting from the corners, the paper began to spontaneously ignite, and the raging flames engulfed the entire paper.
[Your level has been upgraded to lv1, and you have obtained 1 talent point and 100 gold coins.]
"not bad."
Yunfan groped his chin and listened to the system's prompts.
"exit the game."
He shouted softly, and the scene in front of him was instantly swallowed up by black, including himself.
...
Taking off his helmet, Yun Fan stretched, looked at the time and saw that it was already getting late, washed up and then fell asleep.