Just when Hu Qi crashed into the apartment.
In an extremely spacious but slightly empty space.
The light here is dim, only the desk lamp placed in the center is like a lone star, emitting a soft and dim orange halo, barely illuminating a small area.
within the area.
There was only one desk standing there quietly.
Behind the desk, there is a middle-aged man sitting.
He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, his eyes behind the lenses were bloodshot, and his hair was slightly messy, scattered wantonly on his forehead.
His skin was almost pathologically fair, the result of being hidden from the sun for a long time.
At this time, he was holding a black pen tightly in his hand, writing and drawing something on the paper in front of him.
The sound of the pen tip rubbing against paper was particularly clear in this silent space.
"No, no, it's too difficult. It's hard for anyone to survive..."
He murmured to himself in a low voice, frowning, and then stretched out his hand to tear open the part of the paper where he had just written on it, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground.
What is surprising is that the moment the paper ball touches the ground, it slowly fades and disappears like smoke.
And the paper that he had torn off before was miraculously restored to its original state, flat and smooth, as if it had never been damaged.
But the writing on it has disappeared without a trace.
Just when the man was about to continue writing.
Suddenly, the ground around him shook slightly.
The next second.
A dazzling bloody light emerged from directly in front of him without any warning, instantly attracting all his attention.
It was a huge blood-colored book page, suspended in the air, trembling slightly, exuding a cold aura.
On the page of the book, a strange pattern is drawn.
On the dark road, an old gray-white bus was driving slowly.
On the roadside, there were several vague and strange figures standing there quietly.
Seems to be waiting for the bus.
Just looking at this picture, a faint chill can't help but rise from the bottom of my heart, making people's hair stand on end.
However, just a moment after the bloody paper appeared, countless fine cracks suddenly appeared on it, like a broken mirror.
Then, under the man's shocked eyes.
It shattered directly and turned into flying ashes, floating in the silent air.
Seeing this scene, the man's movements suddenly stopped and he almost dropped the pen in his hand. His face was full of shock and disbelief.
"Ghost Bus's script was actually destroyed..."
This thought came to his mind, and his mind went blank for a moment.
This kind of thing has never happened before.
Before he could recover from the huge impact and make any reaction.
The next moment, pictures flashed in front of him one after another like a movie.
In the picture, it is exactly what Hu Qi did before.
It's just been accelerated several times.
"Huh? Drive Ghost Bus and crash into the apartment with letters written in blood..."
The man's eyes were glued to the screen, reading frame by frame.
Wait until you finish reading.
I don't know what he thought of, but a hidden color suddenly flashed in his eyes. The light was fleeting and elusive.
After bowing his head in thought, he took a deep breath, picked up the black pen in his hand again, and slowly wrote a line of writing on the paper.
Hu Qi seemed oblivious to the whispers of the people behind him, and just walked slowly along the corridor on one side.
But just after taking two steps, he was keenly aware of a sudden sinking in his trouser pocket.
There seems to be something extra.
He reached in and touched a card with his fingertips.
Take it out and take a look.
The card was hard and about the same size as an ordinary bank card. It was completely black and had no extra decoration or pattern on the surface.
There is only a row of eye-catching numbers [904] printed on it.
The moment Hu Qi's eyes fell on the card inadvertently, something strange happened.
The surface of the black card seemed to be eroded by an invisible force, and the color began to peel off, revealing a line of blood-red writing, as if blood seeped out.
You can even smell the faint smell of blood.
[Congratulations on becoming Formal Script Actor. In view of your previous performance in the internship script task, we will make an exception and grant you Room 904 Key Card. With this room card, script actors can move into Room 904. We look forward to your future performance!]
After the handwriting appeared, a strange smile slowly appeared at the end, the same as the one on the Ghost Bus car before. The smile was twisted and weird.
It only lasted a few seconds, and the writing and pattern disappeared into the card like an ebbing tide, and everything returned to what it was before.
See this.
Hu Qi's expression moved slightly.
Obviously, every move he made in the Ghost Bus car was monitored by Blood Script without missing a beat.
However, this is reasonable, after all, the Ghost Bus car was transformed by the power of Blood Script.
However, what surprised him a little was that this Blood Script did not seem to be a dead thing without intelligence.
The intelligence it displayed seemed to be far beyond his imagination.
Think of this.
His eyes fell on Fox Three on his shoulder.
Since stepping into this Scarlet Apartment, Fox Three has been as motionless as a statue, as if falling into a deep sleep.
According to what the other party said, this can reduce one's sense of existence.
To avoid being discovered by Blood Script.
According to his previous communication with Fox Three, even if Blood Script possesses intelligence, there is no way he can be compared with Fox Three.
But now there are various signs that things do not seem to be as simple as he expected.
Hu Qi narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Interesting..."
He put these competing thoughts aside for the moment and continued walking along the corridor of the hall.
The corridor of dozens of meters passed in an instant, and a huge space appeared in front of him.
There are many black doors all around.
In the center of the door, the words 101, 102, 103... etc. are written in red handwriting.
In addition, on one side, there was an old wooden upward spiral staircase that appeared in front of him.
This apartment does not have a modern elevator.
There is only this old wooden staircase.
The other thing is, from the appearance.
Although it is an ordinary apartment building, once you are in it.
You will find that the space inside is far larger than imagined.
At this moment, stand at the bottom of the spiral staircase and look up.
Hu Qi found that his gaze could only penetrate the space on the 1st to 3rd floors.
Further up, there is a dark color as thick as ink.
The darkness was not lightless in the ordinary sense, but shrouded in a layer of nightmare power, exuding a creepy aura.
In some rooms on the third floor, the doors were closed and silent, but a few doors opened quietly, and figures walked out of them.
They either stopped and looked, or walked hurriedly down the stairs.
These people appearing here are obviously actors in the script of Blood Script.
Hu Qi guessed that the huge noise caused when he drove Ghost Bus into Scarlet Apartment attracted them out.
Hu Qi turned a blind eye to these people, and when he passed by them, his footsteps did not stop at all.
As he climbed up the stairs, someone naturally noticed his presence.
One of them asked with curiosity on his face.
"Brother, what happened outside?"
Hu Qi seemed to have never heard of it, still maintaining its original pace and speed.
When the man saw Hu Qi reacting like this, a look of displeasure suddenly appeared on his face.
"What fun..."
Just as he was about to explode, his companion quickly reached out and covered his mouth.
"Zhou...Brother Zhou, what's wrong?"
The man whose mouth was covered asked with a confused look on his face.
This Brother Zhou is a veteran who has experienced two nightmare scenarios.
If Brother Zhou hadn't come to the rescue when he encountered the monster knocking on the door last time in the scenario mission, he would have died long ago.
Therefore, he treated the other party with great respect.
Brother Zhou looked solemn and even said with a bit of annoyance.
"What's wrong? Have you completely forgotten everything I told you before?"
After saying that, Brother Zhou's eyes followed Hu Qi's figure involuntarily.
In just a short moment, Hu Qi had quietly reached the third floor without stopping.
Straight across, the figure was quickly engulfed in the dark shadows and disappeared from the sight of the two.
Seeing this, the person who first asked seemed to have thought of something, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Although he had not been in this Scarlet Apartment for a long time, under Brother Zhou's careful popularization of science.
I also have a certain understanding of the situation here.
He knows very well that everyone who can live here is a script actor, and script actors are also hierarchical, with three, six, and nine grades.
The lowest level is undoubtedly the residents on the first floor. Most of them are novices who have just completed a formal script task and are fledglings.
Such as himself.
The second to third floors are occupied by relatively senior actors, which are classified by Blood Script based on their performance and evaluation in script tasks.
The higher the floor, the greater the potential and ability of the actors in this script.
The existences above the third level are even more mysterious and powerful.
It is said that they are able to skillfully use some weird powers and even compete head-on with those terrifying monsters in script tasks.
This kind of person is the worst person to mess with.
And just now he actually wanted to insult such a being.
Thinking about this, his legs couldn't help but tremble.
The people around me who saw this scene also looked at the poor guy with more or less playful looks.
In their opinion, this person is simply a fool.
The same goes for Brother Zhou on the side.
Originally, he thought that the other party was a good seedling. With a little training, he might be a good helper in the future, but now it seems.
I was wrong.
He even regretted reminding the other party just now.
If he was caught by that grudge, it would be enough for him to walk around without food.
Although we are in the apartment, there are restrictions of Blood Script, so there is no way for the script actors to get involved with each other.
But once you leave the apartment, there are no such restrictions when performing script tasks.
And even if that adult didn't mean it.
But in order to please this kind of existence, some script actors may even attack them.
He had noticed that the eyes of some people around him had become a little unkind.
Crunch... crunch...
On the dimly lit stairs, with each step, the rotten wooden boards made a scratching sound.
Hu Qi climbed steadily along the spiral wooden stairs.
Because he was holding the Room 904 card, he did not encounter any resistance along the way.
As the floors go up, there are fewer and fewer people living there.
Moreover, compared with ordinary people, each of these people has more or less the aura of Dream Eye.
Obviously they are all Dream Controller who have mastered Dream Eye.
At this moment, everyone was walking down in a hurry.
Suddenly, Hu Qi's eyes moved.
A man and a woman appeared in front.
They were talking softly.
It is exactly Wei Fan and Gao Qian, but Hu Qi is now changed by Twisted Light.
Wei Fan naturally didn't recognize Hu Qi either.
The three of them passed each other and Hu Qi continued walking towards the sixth floor.
"Huh? I don't think I've seen this person before."
Wei Fan frowned slightly and followed Hu Qi's back with his eyes.
But this doubt was fleeting.
Although the higher the floor, the smaller the number of people.
In the past half month, he has dealt with most of them.
But it's inevitable that there will be some people who don't like to go out, or people who are on script assignments and it's normal that you haven't seen them before.
soon.
Hu Qi stopped in front of a door. The bloody house number [603] looked a little strange in the dim light.
Without any hesitation, he took a step forward and walked straight through the door like a ghost and entered the house.
If other script actors saw this, they would be shocked and doubt their life.
No one can step into the house without the permission of the resident himself.
This is the rule of this Scarlet Apartment.
Even those who live on the upper three floors cannot go against this.
But now this rule has lost its restrictions.
The space inside the house is spacious, covering 80 to 90 square meters, with a living room, kitchen, toilet and balcony.
Hu Qi went straight to the bedroom.
On the bed in the bedroom, the woman who was sleeping soundly seemed to be aware of the approaching danger.
He opened his eyes suddenly, holding a rusty dagger in his hand, stabbing Hu Qi like lightning.
However, just when the dagger was about to touch him, an invisible force blocked it like a shield.
"It's me!"
Hu Qi's voice was as calm as water. At the same time, an invisible wave surged out of his body and enveloped the two of them instantly.
Isolated from everything.
The woman, Ouyang Shuokong, was startled for a moment, then realized what she was doing and quickly knelt down to salute.
"I met the master, I thought..."
"It's okay."
Hu Qi waved his hand and glanced at Ouyang Shuokong.
His face was pale, and there were green spots on his arms that looked like rust.
I feel a little more certain about my previous guess.
"Thank you for your hard work this time."
As he spoke, he stretched out his finger, and a little red light sank into Ouyang Shuokong's body like a meteor.
Her pale complexion improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There was a slight cracking sound inside the body at the same time, as if some kind of shackles were being broken.
"Thank you, Master!"
Feeling the situation inside his body, Ouyang Shuokong was shocked.
During this period, although he practiced secret martial arts diligently and accumulated the power of qi and blood, he was always stuck in the qi-blood mirror and was unable to break through.
But this progress is not too slow.
After all the calculations, I have only been in this world for less than two months.
It is already extremely fast to reach this level.
Unexpectedly, Hu Qi's seemingly random finger not only healed the injuries in his body, but also helped him break through the bottleneck and step into the realm of Martial Dao Practitioner.
Moreover, with the breakthrough of his strength, Dagger Dream Eye, who was about to revive, also fell into deathly silence, losing the restless feeling before.
"Tell me what happened during this time!"
Hu Qi said.
"Yes, it started more than a week ago. I followed Wei Fan to a haunted house..."
Ouyang Shuokong told everything that happened during this period without hiding anything.
The development of things was roughly in line with Hu Qi's expectations.
Wei Fan came here intentionally, and his purpose was obvious, and he came precisely for Blood Script, Primal Dream Eye.
According to the rules, as long as you successfully complete fifty script tasks, you can ascend to the tenth floor and get a chance to make a wish. No matter what kind of wish you wish, it can come true.
Wei Fan had this plan in mind, trying to make a wish to control Blood Script.
"However, with the master's strength, it is easy to complete fifty script tasks..."
Before Ouyang Shuokong finished speaking, he was interrupted by Hu Qi.
"You can go to the tenth floor after completing fifty script tasks. So, is the body of Blood Script in the tenth floor?"
Hu Qi asked.
Ouyang Shuokong Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"Theoretically that's how it should be."
But he just finished speaking.
Hu Qi nodded, turned around, and walked straight out the door.