It's broken, I'm playing a really weird development game

Now, there is only one way to prove whether the underlying logic conflicts or not. That is to verify whether the telephone booth in front of you is a ghost telephone booth. "Squeak!" Wu Wen put out the cigarette butt in the water on the ground. Today's weather is still gloomy and cold, but fortunately there is no rain, but the water on the ground cannot be drained so quickly. "Chichichi!" The human skin was having a lot of fun standing on the pedal device. It put its feet on it without any instruction and swayed back and forth. However, the device was too old, and the swaying back and forth not only made a creaking sound, but also was a bit unsmooth. Wu Wen's eyes swept over the human skin, and he sighed a little.

This guy, human skin, is no different from a human child, but it can never go shopping or go to the playground like a human child.

It can only live in the shadows forever, entertaining itself alone.

However, it seems that I am almost the same as it.

A bitter smile appeared on Wu Wen's face, and he glanced at his pale skin.

This is only the first month. The person who did it for me in one month is not like a human or a ghost. What will happen if I do a few more tasks later? I guess I will be almost the same as this guy, human skin, and can only live in the shadows forever.

"Oh, no, I seem to have forgotten the basic ability of this guy, human skin!" Wu Wen suddenly came back to his senses.

The basic ability of this thing, human skin, seems to be camouflage, right?

Human skin: Put on human skin, you can disguise yourself as a normal person.

"Damn it, I've been playing with this human skin for so long that I almost forgot it's a prop!" Wu Wen hit his palm hard and suddenly realized it.

"This human skin thing is obviously prepared for the later stage!"

Wu Wen unconsciously thought of his evil ghost skin, and then a chill came over his body.

Would he really become that dead in the later stage?

Wu Wen retracted his thoughts and then walked quickly towards the phone booth.

It's okay to have divergent thoughts occasionally, as a change, but now it's time to get started, so naturally you have to be serious.

Wu Wen's whole spirit began to concentrate, and even the muscles in his body began to mobilize.

He took out the Madman's Carnival from his backpack, and as his footsteps gradually approached the phone booth, his spirit became more and more alert.

As his footsteps approached, the detailed appearance of the phone booth began to gradually appear.

These three telephone booths belong to the old-fashioned ones, with only a half-open rain cover. The only one with a telephone is still intact, at least the microphone has not been cut off.

The entire telephone booth is made of green plastic, but it may be too old, the entire green appearance is a little white, the telephone inside is also a metal button, and there is a small coin slot under the black long bar dial screen.

"The person in the telephone booth that Yao Yuan and the others said died by swallowing the microphone and choking to death, so will they kill me in the same way this time?" Wu Wen looked at the dusty microphone and recalled the situation that Yao Yuan and the others had described.

However, looking at this phone, the public phone in the white house appeared in his mind.

It seems that there are only two things about the phone that are scary, dialing your own mobile phone, a ghost call, or answering the phone and hearing a ghost cry.

What will it be this time?

Wu Wen felt that his spirit was obviously a little excited, and even the death intention emanating from his heart was stronger than before, making him feel that his body could not help wanting to take the axe and chop upwards.

Wu Wen calmed his mind, turned the axe to his right hand, and then picked up the microphone on the phone with his left hand.

"Crack!" The phone had not been used for a long time, and the plastic on the surface was stuck together. When it was picked up, it made a clear sound.

However, Wu Wen also discovered something.

The place where the microphone of the phone was stuck was a little dark, and the color was not green, but black with a dark red.

And the sticking place was not concave downward, but protruded upward. Especially the black and red sticking place, it did not look like the aging of plastic, but a deposited black and red substance.

For example, blood.

Wu Wen frowned slightly, and his whole spirit was instantly lifted. He stretched out a finger with his left hand holding the phone and gently touched it.

The black and red substance was rubbed.

It felt hard, and could be removed with a strong push. It didn't feel sticky at all, but rather crispy.

The blood was still crispy after it solidified.

Looking at the black and red sediment in the groove where the phone was placed, Wu Wen suddenly remembered the blood stains on the madman's hand axe.

There was no difference between the two.

So, when the phone was hung up before, it was stained with blood?

Wu Wen's face became more solemn. He turned the microphone in his left hand over and looked over.

The front of the microphone was also full of dried blood stains, especially the voice transmission gap, which was almost blocked by black and red blood stains.

If the blood stains on the hand axe were not the same color and similar in appearance, the blood stains would really look no different from rust.

"It's really a ghost phone!" Wu Wen's heart sank, and he became more alert.

Since it was a ghost phone, it must be aimed at him this time.

Before he finished thinking, his eyes were attracted by the microphone again.

Because something seemed to flow out of the sound transmission gap of the microphone that was not completely blocked by blood.

"Drop!"

A drop of bright red blood flowed out along the gap of the sound transmission gap, and then dripped on the ground of the small square, the sound was almost inaudible.

Wu Wen's heart, which had been hanging for a long time, also relaxed, and even a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's good to have a ghost, it's good to have a ghost! This trip is not in vain."

Wu Wen picked up his hand axe with satisfaction, holding the microphone of the phone in his left hand, quietly waiting for the arrival of the phone ghost.

Those who know know that he is waiting for a ghost, and those who don't know think he is on a date.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The light collision sound unexpectedly did not sound in the phone, but outside the phone booth.

Wu Wen unexpectedly took two steps back, and then he saw the source of the sound.

I saw a rotten male corpse head that looked like a mummy, knocking against the plastic rain shield of the phone booth again and again.

The head that was cut off at the neck was knocking against the rain shield of the phone booth like a ball, making a very regular sound.

And the microphone in Wu Wen's hand had begun to bleed out, which was extremely terrifying.

If a normal person was here at this time, hearing the extremely regular knocking sound and seeing the thick blood flowing out of the microphone in his hand, he would definitely be frightened, after all, they could not see the head knocking against the plastic board, they could only hear the weird sound and see the blood flowing out of the microphone.

However, Wu Wen's death eye made the head knocking against the plastic board nowhere to hide.

Wu Wen looked at the mummy head that was hitting the plastic board with his forehead with surprise, and then took the axe and chopped it up.

"Are you an idiot? You're scary like this!"

"Puff!" The head that kept hitting the plastic board obviously didn't expect Wu Wen to be able to see it, and was caught off guard by an axe and chopped into the back of the head.

Before the mummy-like head could react, a figure holding an oil-paper umbrella appeared in front of the head almost instantly.

"Die!" With the strange voice, the blood-red nails of the pen fairy and the pale little hand directly pierced through the head stuck on the axe.

This is not over yet. As soon as the pen fairy's hand penetrated, a shadow of constant struggle appeared on Wu Wen's shoulder, and then an arm like a corpse stretched out from the shadow, grabbed the hole opened by the pen fairy, and fiercely tore the entire head hanging on the axe into two halves.

Wisps of black resentment continued to dissipate when the head was broken, and the human skin that was still happily playing on the equipment suddenly turned its leather face and happened to see the dissipating black resentment.

"Chijijiji!!!"

The human skin screamed anxiously, and jumped off the machine with its hair against its body, running towards Wu Wen frantically.

These are all delicious food, just like big chicken legs!

The pen fairy turned its wrist, grabbed the other half of the torn head, and then opened its mouth to suck it.

The human skin chirped and ran over in a hurry. While the two female ghosts were absorbing the half of the head in their hands, they also lay close to it and used its open pores to absorb the resentment that had been scattered in the air.

Wu Wen put down the microphone in his hand that was no longer bleeding, a little lonely, and sighed deeply as he looked at the two ghosts and one skin in front of him who were madly sucking resentment.

"Boring."

I feel that I have done this task very well

There was no meaning outside, and there was no such exciting feeling as before. Just when he had time to reach out, the ghosts were torn apart by Meihao and Bixian.

No, are new ghosts so strong?

Wu Wen looked at Bixian and Meihao who were constantly absorbing resentment in front of him. As the two ghosts absorbed, some blood-red blood spots began to appear on their bodies, making them look a little more terrifying.