The Witcher Loads the Thriller Game

Wang Ya learned some truths about the horror city from Dr. Mike.

But the result made him not very satisfied, but rather disappointed.

The power of rules?

Is it really so obvious?

And what Dr. Mike did to those corpses, bringing them back to life.

Or what he did to the corpses of those patients who were about to die, all came from some of his own abilities, combined with the rules of the city of terror.

In essence, being able to die and resurrect has a lot to do with the soul and spirit.

But it was really reincarnated from the dead, even Dr. Mike, who came to this world and studied for a long time, couldn't do it.

Instead, he transformed his body into a different kind of life form.

Wang Ya began to think alone, he always felt that there were many things in it, which he hadn't discovered.

At least, that kind of premonition convinced him that the power of the so-called rules would not be so superficial and simple.

It seems that one has to become a member of this so-called horror list in person in order to carefully appreciate the blessing of this so-called power of rules.

.........

In the laboratory, Wang Ya held a black ballpoint pen in his hand, looked at Dr. Mike, and said indifferently, "Do you know the reason for the mayor's disappearance?"

Dr. Mike, who was originally in high spirits and was about to carry out the root-of-horror experiment, immediately cooled down the excitement in his eyes, instead showing a bit of entanglement.

Wang Ya threw the black ballpoint pen to Dr. Mike: "I don't have the patience to play house games with you anymore. I need to know the real core and what I want to know... patience is enough is limited, I think you should understand."

Dr. Mike shrugged his shoulders, sighed and said, "Well, since you really want to know so much, then I'll tell you."

"The mayor's disappearance is just a guess, an uncertain possibility. The members of the entire horror list can only suspect, not confirm, because the rules still exist... You know, the rules are set by the mayor." It can also be said that the mayor is the embodiment of rules.”

Wang Ya's eyes are deep,

I asked my own question: "So the mayor, is the number one on the horror list? Is the mayor a position or a person!!"

Dr. Mike looked at Wang Ya in disbelief: "You actually know, how did you do it?"

Wang Ya just smiled faintly, and some guesses in his heart were confirmed.

"You are really scary. I don't even think that guy is as scary as you. I can already feel the misery of my life from now on."

Dr. Mike's eyes were full of pessimism.

"Since you already have the answer in your heart and some guesses, why are you asking me?"

Wang Ya said indifferently: "The last question, I want to know, who caused the mayor to disappear."

Dr. Mike didn't answer, and the atmosphere in the laboratory became extremely dead.

But Wang Ya already got the answer, pushed the door open and walked out.

The elevator was gone, so he could only use the fire element flying technique to slowly fly down from the top floor.

Although there are no natural energy particles in this world, there is power supply and energy.

The operation of self-meditation can absorb this part of the feedback, thereby storing energy in the body.

It can maintain the combat power throughout the whole process without dropping.

This is the loop on physics.

It is even possible to enhance Wang Ya's own strength in this way.

But it is a pity that these most basic energies without extraordinary properties and physical phenomena cannot improve Wang Ya's feedback too much, so as to improve his strength.

It can only be maintained.

What kind of incendiary bombs and bombs Wang Ya wants to find can also be found, but the kinetic energy, heat energy, and feedback caused by the rest of the energy are only instantaneous.

Talking is better than nothing, and this part of the time is not wasted.

Wang Ya walked on the road of the Institute of Terror, with an indifferent expression, and walked towards the exit very purposefully.

At the same time, another incomparably huge sense of existence was slowly coming here from the exit.

With Wang Ya's keen mental strength, he has already felt the strength of the other party, and also felt some desire of his own.

His eyes changed slightly, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That's how it's fun, isn't it?

Then let him take a look, how many pounds and taels are the top five on this horror list.

The power of rules and the blessing of rules also need to be tested.

And experiment to see if the rules can be changed in essence! !

In this way, the last column in Wang Ya's plan can be completed.

.........

In the gloomy environment, you can feel the slight sound of breathing. In the dark corner, there seem to be pairs of terrifying eyes observing everything.

The candles were lit, and the faint light illuminated some of the outlines of the environment in the church. The chairs, and the glass windows on the ceiling also reflected a figure.

A figure that is full of distortion in its own form.

It seems that a large number of interspersed glass shards are interspersed from different and incredible angles, thus forming a perfect, twisted and orderly existence.

"There is a variable."

There were voices from all directions, extremely strange, and full of hoarseness, as if it was an old woman on the verge of death.

"It doesn't matter, the occurrence of variables is also within the scope of control. It is nothing more than direct killing."

The figure that seemed to be made of shards of glass was extremely confident, and his voice was extremely cold, reminiscent of a machine without any emotion.

"You are the boss now. Of course what you said is correct, but this is not the only variable. There are still some obstacles that must be cleared. The change of the rules is imminent. I will win over those who can be won over. As for those who cannot be won over, I am willing to help You share your worries."

The old woman's voice echoed and overlapped. This was a distorted voice, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The figure made of shards of glass moved, and seemed a little more curious: "You seem to be more excited than I am, and yes, I can understand your desire to peek at the bodies of those powerful beings. This is a matter of course. The rules have changed. , allowing you to attack the weak ones."

"If you really obey my orders honestly, I will satisfy all your requirements."

The old woman's voice was a little subtle: "Of course, I am willing to obey your orders, my respect, Mr. God of Angle." '

The excitement hidden in it can be felt by individuals.

Then, there was a lot of 'clicking' sounds, as if the bones and joints were twisting and rubbing.

In the dark shadows, a large number of silhouettes began to move, leaving the church directly.

Only the figure made of broken glass continued to stare at the center of the church, the hanging Jesus cross.

But all of this is composed of glass, glass interspersed with various angles.

After a long time, he, the second on the horror list, the God of Angle, let out a sigh:

"The existence of rules is a kind of balance, but it is also a kind of restriction. If everyone has faith in the angle, then even if the rules change, even if the rules disappear, a balance will still be reached, and the operation of the world will not have any effect."

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