C9

There were no burn marks on this stack of manuscript papers that looked like a script.

He walked to the desk with a dry mouth and gently removed the hand from the model. A deformed pen fell onto the charred floor, making a cracking sound.

Under the high temperature, the plastic model felt soft and warm to the touch. Wu Qiong threw the model hand to the side in fear, driving away the pungent smell of plastic in the air as he grabbed the script on the desk.

"You can also see them … Right? " On the surface of the table, which was covered by a sheet of writing paper, a line of small characters that seemed to have been carved with a pen could be seen. Wu Qiong could barely make out the contents on it.

This is... This model was carved out? Who are they?

Wu Qiong's heart skipped a beat as he walked out of his bedroom, hugging the script tightly.

Wait? Had the positions of these mannequins changed?

Wu Qiong stared at the model at the door in astonishment. He remembered that the model was clearly standing at the side.

This model had definitely been used before!

Wu Qiong swallowed his saliva. He hadn't heard any sound from the room, and the words on the desk appeared in his mind once again. "You can also see them …" Right? "

As the hot wind blew, Wu Qiong felt a chill down his spine. To his horror, he found out that the entire living room's model position had changed. The running posture? They... He came back to life?

Suddenly, a hot wind blew from behind him. Wu Qiong hurriedly turned his head around and discovered that the model on the desk was holding onto the half of his head that hadn't melted yet. It stretched out half of its body and appeared behind Wu Qiong's back.

"I have to get out of here as soon as possible!"

Wu Qiong didn't know whether he was sweating or sweating. He just wanted to leave, but when he raised the flashlight, the door to the toilet had already been turned into a charred wall.

Where's the door! Wu Qiong's eyes widened as he looked around in panic. The changes in the room left him dumbstruck.

Not only the door, even the place where the windows were originally open had turned pitch black. The air became hotter, and the entire room had turned into a sealed off cage, locking Wu Qiong and these strange human figures inside.

"Crack, crack, crack." A strange sound suddenly came from behind.

Something was burning. Wu Qiong turned around again.

His back was covered in flames, and the mannequin that was originally standing behind him was now completely engulfed in flames.

Wu Qiong suddenly understood that the reason why these models were in a sprinting posture was because they wanted to escape from this space.

But where was the door?

Wu Qiong widened his eyes. The whole bedroom had already turned into a sea of fire, like a raging furnace, blowing over the heat and smoke. The flames spread along the floor and spread to the models, and Wu Qiong felt as if he was going to be roasted dry.

Heat swirled and smoke lingered, blurring his vision. The strange breathing sounds that filled the room seemed to have turned into cries and howls of despair. The models seemed to have come alive from the fire, twisting and struggling, slowly crawling towards Wu Qiong's side. But in the end, it still slowly melted under the purgatory of flames.

"I'm really going to play myself to death this time!" Wu Qiong stuck to the wall, realizing that there was no other way out. This mysterious room was more like a trap, a cage. He had no way to escape, he could only sit there and wait for the raging flames to burn him into ashes.

Wu Qiong vaguely thought, maybe those models were people like him in the past, who inadvertently entered this strange hell, and were burned to death, becoming undead who could not escape, being tormented by raging flames at all times, constantly being reborn in the midst of the burning, repeating over and over again!

Wu Qiong closed his eyes in despair. Sweat trickled down his forehead, down his cheeks and chin, before landing on the dark gray ground. With a 'chi' sound, white smoke rose into the air.

"No way!" Wu Qiong opened his eyes, "We cannot sit still and wait for death! System... Did the System really not leave me any hope of survival? "

The flame was like a circle, slowly shrinking towards where Wu Qiong was. The air around him became hotter, the oxygen was sucked out, and the smoke choked Wu Qiong's eyes, causing him to be unable to open them.

They did want to escape from the Inferno Purgatory, but there was no way out of this room …

Wu Qiong's eyes widened, "Or should I say …" These models can actually see exits that I can't see? "

The flames blocked Wu Qiong's line of sight. He didn't know if there really was an exit in the direction of those mannequins, but as the fire intensified, Wu Qiong no longer had the time to choose.

Gritting his teeth, Wu Qiong sprinted through the flames, flinging out the flames on his paper. He felt like he was a monkey jumping out of a ring of fire, leaping over the most ferocious area, flinging out the flames on his shoulders. When he looked up, he saw the mirror of the washbasin suddenly appear on the wall, and on the other side of the mirror, was the room where he used to be.

The fire behind him continued burning as Wu Qiong dashed towards the mirror.

The raging flames were like a soaring fire dragon, roaring and roaring at Wu Qiong. Closing his eyes, Wu Qiong pounced forwards like a sandbag.

In this moment of life and death!

"Crack!" The sound of the mirror shattering sounded.

"Boom …" "Whoosh." A huge explosion shook the eardrums. The raging flames and the astral winds fused together, turning the small room into a scarlet purgatory. Everything was incinerated.

Fresh blood flowed out from the cut on the glass, dripping onto the white paper. Wu Qiong laid there in a daze.

The intense heat disappeared. He turned around to look and the mirror cracked from the center. Fragments fell to the ground. Countless faces were reflected in the broken mirror.

Wu Qiong picked up the flashlight and switched it off. The faces disappeared, leaving behind only the pale expression of Wu Qiong.

Wu Qiong frowned. Only the mottled wall remained where the mirror was, and the sound of water dripping could be heard in the dark bathroom.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the main task [Burned Room]! Get the script, "The Tenant." Reward Scream 100 points. "

"Host has completed three basic main quests. Additional reward: 300 Scream Points." Unlock the shot module. The Host can use the Hell's Video System to record his own movies, and by scaring the audience and earning his/her screaming points, he or she can become a master of dissemination of terrifying images! "

Wu Qiong was stunned. He finally … Can I use this thing to film my debt now?