"You can buy anything if it exists." - "Dark World" official tip

[Feng Heng opened the window, but found that there was nothing outside. He was a little scared, but he didn't intend to take this in his heart. He just thought it was the shadow of the tree blown by the wind. Feng Heng turned around, walked towards the desk, and spread out the manuscript paper.]

The narrator wrote everything he wanted to do clearly. Although Feng Heng was a little strange, he subconsciously followed the narrator's instructions.

When playing this dungeon for the first time, you will inevitably regard the narration as the initial beginner guide for the game.

In addition, I didn't follow the narrator just now, those words would turn into terrifying red blood stains.

I'm afraid that if I don't listen, something amazing will happen.

Feng Heng hesitated for a while, mechanized and took a few steps back, and walked towards the desk in front of the bed.

【Feng Heng came to the desk and found that the room was too dark, so he changed his previous thoughts.】

[He came to the head of the bed and found a box of matches behind the mirror.]

When Feng Heng was about to follow the narrator, he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and found a flat mirror installed on the clock. In a moment of reflection, several lines of small words appeared on the flat mirror.

After these narrations appeared, Feng Hengda roughly understood the rules.

As long as there are items that can be reflected in this scene, those narration tips will definitely appear on it.

No, it's a threat.

It seems like I have to do this.

But then I thought about it, when I was playing the game before, I encountered a tutorial for a novice, and I didn’t let myself do any other tricks. He had to follow that process, mechanize and format it. This was the early stage of the game.

The gamers will not be allowed to operate independently until the novice tutorial is over.

Thinking of this, Feng Heng suddenly felt that this approach was more reasonable and didn't care about anything, so he just followed the narrator.

Feng Heng stopped walking towards the desk, turned around, and followed the narrator's instructions.

When I came to the desk, behind the mirror that had just provided me with narration, there was indeed a box of match boxes. After I got it, the narration just now appeared on the mirror again.

[Feng Heng, who had received the matchbox, looked at the few matches left in the box and breathed a sigh of relief.]

[He originally thought that all the matches in this matchbox had been used up by himself, but he didn't expect that there was still some left.]

[Feng Heng pulled out a match from the matchbox and rubbed the side of the box. A little spark came out from the top of the match. Soon the flames emerged from the tiny wooden strips and burned. The flames licked the top of the match, adding a little warmer light to this dim room.]

Seeing the narrator’s instructions, it should be to let yourself light the match?

By the way, this narrator is the representative of Chinese class. Even an ordinary thing like lighting a match can be said so elegantly.

Feng Heng showed a smile on his face. After shaking his head slightly, he lit the match as instructed.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he really felt that after he lit this match, the whole room became a little warm.

[Feng Heng looked at the fire lit by the match and felt the warmth brought to him by the fire. He remembered a lot, and when he was a child, his thoughts drifted to a very far place.]

[After a long time, when the match was extinguished, Feng Heng was pulled back to reality by the sudden coldness. He remembered the bloody scene he had seen before, and suddenly shivered and a natural sense of fear arose.]

[He wants to record these quickly and can no longer let this nightmare experience continue to linger on his life. He will submit his articles tomorrow and publish all this terrible scene to the world.]

[Feng Heng threw away the burning match in his hand, cut the flames out of another match in the box, walked towards the desk, lit the candle that was almost a pool of wax oil, and looked at the table.]

Following the instructions of the narrator, Feng Heng threw away the extinguished matches that were as the narrator said.

Feng Heng opened the matchbox mechanically, took out one and lit it, and was stunned.

He had an inexplicable consciousness, and always felt that the entire building of this game, from the entire world to the matches in his hand, were controlled by the narrator, for example, the first one just lit, burned for no more than five seconds, like a firework, disappeared in an instant.

And now, no matter how you blow or try to extinguish the second match in your hand, you can't do it as you wish.

Even if the match is of good quality, how good can it be?

They are all things contained in the same matchbox, why are there such a big difference?

The only possibility is that the narrator controls everything here.

He wanted to do what he told him, rather than letting himself betray him.

This game is a little more interesting.

Let me do what he said first, and then I will violate it if I find something wrong.

After secretly deciding what to do next, Feng Heng nodded thoughtfully, held the match tightly in his hand, and walked towards the somewhat simple desk.

The floor creaked, making people feel a little irritated.

Carefully approached the match with a pool of wax oil that could no longer be called a candle. The subtle flame suddenly jumped out of the candle wick. Widths of blue smoke representing the disappearing life of the candle rose into the air and disappeared in the air.

Feng Heng turned his gaze to the manuscript paper on the desk, stretched out a hand, slowly spreading it open. A line of shocking blood-red blood was shocked.

[After Feng Heng spread out the manuscript paper, he found that there was a line of blood-red text on the originally blank manuscript paper.]

【As if I had just written it on, the blood-red liquid was still flowing on the paper, squirming little by little, like a life-filled blood-red worm.】

["The last warning, if I saw the news in the newspaper the next day, then I can guarantee that you will not see the full moon tomorrow night."]

[These seemingly unfathomable words have sowed the seeds of even more fear in Feng Heng's body.]

[He knew, he knew very clearly, what exactly did this sentence mean?]

[About the murder scene I saw in the evening, this sentence should be the last warning from the murderer to himself.]

[Feng Heng began to panic. He didn't know when this sentence began to appear on the manuscript. Could it be when he was asleep? This murderer could enter and exit his home at any time, so he could not save his life.]

[What should we choose in the decline of the truth and the dark world?]
Chapter completed!