"this… "
Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.
Behind the metal door panel is an ancient inn that only appears in movies and TV dramas!
The neatly arranged wooden tables and chairs look very old, and an old oil lamp is lit every two or three meters on the wall.
The flickering firelight added a mysterious and weird atmosphere to the gloomy inn.
Seven people dressed as shop waiters appeared out of nowhere.
Walking towards the crowd with uniform steps, they shouted in unison: "Guest officer, please take a seat!"
"He...they!"
Milk tea suddenly screamed and hid behind Hua Zelei.
On his pale face, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at the seven people in front of him in horror.
Everyone heard the sound and looked carefully, only then did they notice something strange——
These seven people actually look exactly the same, even the position and size of every mole on their faces are exactly the same!
At this moment, everyone felt the creeps in their hearts. They felt cold on the soles of their feet and cold sweat on their backs.
"Guest officer, please take a seat!"
The waiter turned a blind eye to the reactions of the guests, and shouted again in unison.
The seven identical expressionless faces looked very strange under the flickering firelight.
Jiang Yan's legs softened from fright.
Grabbing the handrail next to him, he managed to keep himself standing without falling.
Didn't No. 888 say that this special edition plane is used as a buffer? What kind of trouble is this scary? Much scarier than those ghost movies, okay
Woohoo, he is most afraid of these things.
While shivering, he suddenly felt warmth coming from his arm. It was a slender and powerful hand.
Turning his head, it was Lu Zhaoyang's handsome profile.
Facing such a strange scene in front of him, he still raised his eyebrows obstinately, as if he didn't care, exuding a strong aura from his body.
For some reason, Jiang Yan felt much more at ease.
The temperature from his arms restored his strength even more, and his legs were not so soft anymore.
Lu Zhaoyang raised his chin to the waiters in the shop.
"Lead the way."
The seven people immediately turned around and walked forward again with uniform steps, as silent as ghosts.
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Lu Zhaoyang led Jiang Yan to follow first, followed by the doctor and black glasses.
The rest of the people looked at each other and had no choice but to follow.
The crowd followed the waiters in the shop through a narrow and dark corridor, and came to a wide place with softer light—
Here, boxes are lined up one by one.
In front of the door of each box, there is a vermilion traditional number plate, from one to six, which seems to be just for the twelve of them.
At this time, the familiar electronic sound sounded again.
"Game tip: Please have a pleasant meal at the inn to replenish your strength and face the survival battle of the next level."
"Exactly, I'm starving to death!"
The tall and thin one took the first step, opened the door and was about to walk into the box.
The woman in the yellow skirt grabbed his arm and looked around nervously—
The seven shop waiters had disappeared without a trace.
"The dishes here are not poisonous, right? Why do I feel weird?"
The thin and tall man had a very bad complexion, probably because he was very unhappy by this series of sudden and weird things.
He snorted coldly: "Smelly bitch, what are you talking about, do you like to eat or not!"
After all, knock off the hand of the woman in the yellow skirt.
After entering the box, the door slammed shut with a "bang".
The face of the woman in the yellow dress suddenly turned green and white.
She hesitated for a while in the corridor, then pushed open the door of the box and walked in.
"In this case, you should be superstitious, and you should be superstitious... How about, Lu Zhaoyang, let's pick an auspicious number? How about six? Anyway, don't pick the death number four—"
As Jiang Yan said, he was about to go to the No. 6 box, but saw that Lu Zhaoyang had already pushed open the door of the No. 4 box.
Hearing this, she turned to look at him: "Don't pick what?"
Jiang Yan: "..."
never mind.
Resigned to his fate, he walked towards Lu Zhaoyang.