[MTL, BL] Horror Game Live BUG is Actually Me (Book 1)

Chapter 57 - Stop Pretending

Fu Yan had a dream.

He dreamed that he had become a monarch, in charge of an extremely vast territory, and worked hard every day. However, his body has not been very good, and this kind of hard work has caused his body to be greatly consumed. But at the age of twenty-five, he was exhausted by the oil lamp and died of illness.

After he died, he realized that the world after death was real.

There were ghosts, ghosts, and ghosts, and Fu Yan fell from the high hall into a chaotic world of ghosts and ghosts. He wandered among the chaotic ghost crowd, with no territory, no subordinates, and nothing to manage except himself. He had never enjoyed a moment of tranquility in a daze before his death, but it was the first time he had experienced it after his death.

Sometimes, some ghosts will stand still the moment they see him, or stare at his face with unkind eyes, or even harass him directly. But after the initial nervousness, Fu Yan stopped paying attention to these ghosts. He used to dislike people staring at his face in the palace because he felt that it was a loss of his dignity. But now, what's there to worry about? Can he die again?

Fu Yan felt that he had become a little freer.

He didn't know why he couldn't be reincarnated as in the legend, and he didn't know where he was going. He tried to collect some information about the world after death, but all the ghosts seem to have released their nature here, answering if they want, talking nonsense if they want, and keeping silent if they want to be silent. Fu Yan listened to a bunch of remarks, and it was hard to tell which ones were true and which ones were false.

However, before he could figure out what was going on in the world and what was going on with himself, one day, a tall man on a tall horse stopped in front of him.

Wherever the man passed, the ghosts avoided him, and even the most common black smoke in this world dared not contaminate him. There were also a group of riders and warriors behind him, some with condensed expressions, some of them were not normal, and some of them were not even normal human appearances. With just one glance, Fu Yan saw this man's cruelty and unparalleled coercion, and secretly thought that this was a sign of a good general and a tyrant.

He looked at the man, and the man looked down at him.

The man's eyes rudely looked Fu Yan back and forth, scrutinized and evaluated, and finally said with a high-level tone: "I heard that you are the monarch?" When Qiao was there, he replied, "Yes."

"The so-called 'monarch' here is not tens of thousands but also thousands. I wonder if your reputation is exaggerated." The man said coldly, "Are you still interested in managing the site? This time you You won't be exhausted, you can play whatever you want."

Fu Yan didn't have the chance to refuse.

Because the man couldn't find another tool to take him away for a while, he bent over and leaned over and took him onto the horse.

Take it straight away.

The horse galloped, not knowing where to go. The gust of wind blowing Fu Yan was very gloomy and cold, but the dead couldn't feel it, only Fu Yan's long black hair was blowing everywhere. When the hair hit the man's face, the man pushed it away and said coldly, "Do you want to be bald?"

Fu Yan had to tie up his hair immediately. Originally, he seldom did these things himself, but now his craftsmanship is unfamiliar, and with the disturbance of the wind, he really can't get a pretty bun.