Chapter 721 The Chosen One Sweats Profusely as Soon as He Is Opened! (Please Subscribe and Vote for Me)

Jones's current state, even the Kangaroo Country's expert group felt that Zhang Yangqing might be in trouble this time.

The news quickly reached Zhang Yangqing, and everyone was worried about Zhang Yangqing.

This was the first two-person ghost story. What if Jones really triggered some death rules and killed Zhang Yangqing?

Hu Liuqi from the expert group also urgently contacted Zhang Yangqing, asking him whether he wanted to change the team and directly enter the random match, or match a more reliable Chosen One.

After all, the list has been reported, and it is definitely not possible to change people, so the team can only be cancelled.

Zhang Yangqing said that it was unnecessary. Maybe Jones's current mental state is not good, which is the beginning of "luck".

Luck is a very metaphysical thing, and Zhang Yangqing has never counted on it, but he thinks Jones has an advantage in this regard.

In the end, Jones couldn't sleep, so he could only wash his face and eat something, ready to enter the world of ghost stories.

Time soon came to 10 o'clock in the evening, and Jones entered the world of ghost stories after a burst of white light.

[This rule ghost story has been opened, and each country will choose a Chosen One to enter the game world of rule ghost stories. 】

【If the chosen one dies, a strange story will randomly appear in a city in that country. 】

【If the country fails ten times in a row, strange stories will cover the whole country. 】

【The strange story world is opening, the current copy is 'World of Nightmare'! 】

【Current strange story difficulty: eight stars. 】

【In the strange story world, you will play a doctor, please keep a clear mind to find the rules in the copy, and use the rules to survive. 】

When he regained consciousness again, Jones felt suffocated and had difficulty breathing.

It was not because of his neck problem, but because he smelled a particularly bad smell.

It was like the smell of stinky socks that had not been washed for 30 days, mixed with summer swill and poured into a septic tank to pickle.

This description is very appropriate. After all, Jones used to be a homeless man, and he smelled such smells a lot, and he could even accurately distinguish them.

He felt suffocated, so how could other chosen ones bear it.

Many chosen ones even lay on the ground and began to retch.

It took a few minutes for everyone to get used to it.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Jones was slowly awakened by the pungent smell. He tried to suppress his desire to vomit.

After coming to his senses, he began to look around and found himself in a strange hospital room. He analyzed it in combination with his identity. After all, he was going to play a doctor this time.

He looked down and saw that he was wearing a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck, just like a doctor.

However, what was chilling was that he held a rusty axe in his left hand and a blood-stained saw in his right hand.

This made Jones panic. What kind of doctor needs this thing to treat a disease?

Without time to think about it, he continued to observe the surroundings.

The air in the room seemed to be solidified, and it was so depressing that it made people breathless.

Two red candles swayed in the corner of the wall, emitting a faint and strange light, stretching Jones's shadow long and projecting it on the wall.

The flickering candlelight made Jones's shadow sway strangely behind him, as if some monster was approaching quietly.

Fortunately, he couldn't see it, otherwise he would be scared to death.

However, he always felt that there was something strange around him, but there was no movement.

He continued to observe the room by candlelight, and every place was shocking, and he felt an inexplicable fear rising from the bottom of his heart.

On the right was a broken radiator device covered with thick dust and spider webs.

The window was covered by white curtains, but it didn't seem to be closed tightly. When the breeze blew, the curtains would swing unnaturally, as if someone was touching the curtains.

At this moment, Jones suddenly felt a chill. He looked up suddenly and saw that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness outside the window.

Those eyes flashed with a faint light and carried a terrifying resentment.

Jones' heart was beating wildly, and his hair stood on end. He held the axe and saw in his hands tightly, as if they were the only weapons he could rely on.

He thought, what kind of difficulty is this opening? They won't let me deal with the weirdness right away, right?

But after a while, the breeze stopped, the curtains covered the windows, and it seemed to cover the darkness outside, and Jones's tense nerves began to relax.

As an ordinary chosen one, he has no fighting power. If he encounters the weirdness and can't escape, he will die.

If the weirdness doesn't attack him, he won't take the initiative to find trouble with the weirdness.

This is his way of survival in the world of ghost stories, and it's better to hide a little.

Soon he calmed down and tried to investigate the surrounding situation first, fearing that there would be only one way to die.

Standing up from the old stool and walking around the table in front, Jones found several silk banners hanging on the wall in front of him.

Maybe because of the long time, the handwriting on it has been blurred, and some of the handwriting has even fallen off.

Jones tried hard to identify it, and saw that there seemed to be a word "no" on the first silk banner, the second one was completely unclear, the third one had a word "good", and the fourth one had a shocking word "death".

These words seemed to be telling a horror story, which made people shudder.

The door on the left side of the room was closed, but it was obviously reinforced, with iron nails and chains on it.

Near the door handle, Jones clearly saw strange scratches and bloody handprints, as if something terrible had happened in this room.

The people locked inside tried their best to open the door but couldn't get out, which made people very afraid of the creatures outside the window.

This is the whole picture of the room, which looks like a doctor's clinic.

Suddenly, Jones thought of a very critical question, that is, where is his "thigh" Zhang Tianshi?

It seems that there is no figure of Zhang Tianshi in this room. Is Zhang Tianshi also a doctor here, in another clinic?

Or Zhang Tianshi is playing the role of a patient here, and he has to find a way to contact him?

But this place is too weird and scary, so Jones dare not move.

So he looked in the room to see if there are any useful props.

Sure enough, he found a phone in the drawer of the table.

There was Zhang Yangqing's phone number in the phone, and there were notes on the number.

In order to find out the situation, Jones directly called Zhang Yangqing.

The call was not connected at first, and Jones was panicking. He was not afraid that Zhang Tianshi would have problems, but he was afraid that he could not contact Zhang Tianshi and he would have problems.

There was a constant beeping sound from the other end of the phone, and Jones was getting more and more panicked.

Half a minute later, the other end of the phone was finally connected.

This was originally a good thing, but before the other party opened his mouth, Jones was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

Because there was a very heavy breathing sound from the other end of the phone, and it was still raining.

Although Jones was a little scared, he was sure that it was not raining outside the window!