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Chapter 1412 Small cannon fodder in horror games 31

That red coffin seems to symbolize bad luck, clearly telling all players that there is something wrong with me.

So after Huang Qifeng and others entered, they all stayed away from the coffin.

They seemed to be looking for something. Gu Ruojiao guessed it might be the box for drawing lots.

"Want to go in?"

"Well, it's too foggy outside."

The fog seemed to have thoughts, gathering towards them, but it avoided this Yizhuang alone.

It's like forcing them in.

Gu Ruojiao muttered: "Why are you so anxious? You would have gone in even if you didn't chase us."

How can you not complete the mission if you want to pass the level? The plot has been triggered, so even if you don’t want to, you still have to do it.

However, despite the scolding, a few people still went in.

The five young men at the back were timid and hugged each other in twos and threes. They didn't even dare to touch the side of the coffin and walked close to the wall.

Gu Ruojiao relied on Zou Jihan's protection and clung to him in a brazen manner.

Then he stretched out his index finger and poked here and there, feeling a little bit scared.

Zou Jihan even felt that she really wanted to see the scene of the corpse being raised.

Who knew that Gu Ruojiao had once been a little ginger in a certain dimension?

But what is disappointing is that there are no scary scenes.

Everyone is very cautious and won't touch anyone who looks wrong.

The coffins placed in the patio are all of a certain year, and you can see from the coffin lids that the years are different.

But it's different in the lobby.

In addition to the huge red coffin, there are ten black and red coffins neatly placed nearby.

Because the color was dark and it was in the lobby, I didn't notice the difference at first.

It wasn't until I got closer that I realized that the ten coffins were not black.

Gu Ruojiao was just about to touch the red coffin when she heard the two people accompanying Huang Qifeng talking.

"It's strange. Didn't it say drawing lots? I didn't see the box for drawing lots."

"Do we still need to look for it?"

"This Yizhuang looks huge. How long will it take to find it?"

They spoke very loudly, as if they were speaking to them on purpose.

Gu Ruojiao answered softly: "Is it possible that he is in a coffin?"

One sentence made them shut up.

Because since ancient times, coffins have been associated with various ghost legends, and they also mean death and bad luck.

Therefore, human instinct is to avoid and stay away.

How could you take the initiative to lift the coffin lid!

But Gu Ruojiao was not joking, she really felt that something was in the coffin.

I just don’t know which coffin it is in.

And there are so many coffins here. With the level of fun this game has, there must be traps.

Zou Jihan also thought of it.

He stared at the red coffin and didn't know what he was thinking.

They saw Gu Ruojiao touching and poking here, looking extremely curious.

Zou Jihan raised his eyebrows and called over three of the young boys who had been following them.

"There is no body inside. The lid of the coffin has been lifted."

The boys all froze for a few seconds, then said "oh" and started to work obediently.

It's not that they are not afraid, but they subconsciously feel that Zou Jihan's words will not go wrong.

And this coffin is indeed very special.

Gu Ruojiao originally thought that the smell of blood was coming from the coffin.

But when I got closer, I realized that not only did the coffin have no strange smell, but it also exuded a light woody fragrance.

The young people worked quickly because there were no nails in the coffin.

It just took some effort to lift and push it open.

As soon as the coffin lid was opened, Huang Qifeng and four others surrounded him.

Gu Ruojiao ignored them and walked over with Zou Jihan.

A set of red wedding dresses with exquisite embroidery was placed in a small coffin.


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