After Being Widowed, He Was Dragged into a Horror Game by His Sub-Personalities and Forced to HE

Pre-receipt: "Go away!" They obviously said no! "Fox Wife·My Wife" please collect it~The copy is at the end~ He woke up from the nursing home and lost all his memory. The doctor said his name was Tong Zhi. After the death of his husband, he couldn't bear the shock and became like this. When he returned home, the house was full of traces of the two people's lives, but the strange thing was that there was no photo of the husband. Fortunately, her husband left him a large sum of money. If you are rich, beautiful, widowed, and strong, life will get better. He put away all his husband's belongings and started to live his new life seriously. However, the day before, he had made an appointment with the person introduced by the neighborhood committee aunt to meet the next day. When he opened his eyes, he was exposed to a horror game. He is afraid of ghosts! (#`O′)Hey! ——Puppet Town·Puppet Master—— The little wife who came to ask for a child was touched by something on her ankle on the first night she entered Puppet Town. It's cool and very thin, like an invisible thread gently sweeping over it. Then the waist, the back of the neck, and the spine. That thing has no physical body, but is everywhere. It was in the air, in the shadows, in the hollow next to his bed where he slept. It traced his outline with silk threads and embraced him from behind. "It's so pitiful, so scared." The sticky sound crawled into his ears. Until daybreak, the little wife found that her belly began to bulge—— He was "planted" as he wished. ——Yongsheng Tailor Shop·Collector—— The three mirrors reflected the young lady's whole face. Her plain satin waistline was very narrow, just like the white section that was stretched out by the hemp rope when the newly widowed woman wore hemp to express her mourning. "Take a turn." The shopkeeper was sitting on a high-backed chair, crossing his legs and not looking at him. Tong Zhi turned around as he was told, his thin feet alone. When he turned to the third mirror, a pair of hands wearing velvet gloves measured the waist. "It's an inch narrower. They didn't take good care of you, did they? Madam." There was nothing underneath the velvet, only the jagged shapes. It slowly moved up from his waist through the plain satin, counted every section of his spine, then slowly inserted it into his hair, grabbed it and pulled it back violently. "Do you need me to remind you a few more times? Take care of yourself." ——Winter Solstice Feast·Beasts—— Snow is falling and incense is lingering. Everyone was kneeling on the ground, wondering whether they were praying to God or waiting to die. The frail little scholar in the village knelt at the end. There was a cold whiteness everywhere, but those thin lips were so bright. It is completely different from the fangs of the statue with the head of an animal and the human body wearing a metal shackle. At night, the beast knelt devoutly in front of him and nuzzled him with its muzzle. It smells so good... It smells so good... My wife is mine... Eat it... Eat my wife... ——Shadow Patrol·Judge—— A radiation storm swept across the wilderness, causing brain-computer sequelae. The abandoned little refugee huddled in an abandoned gas station, with colorful noise exploding into his field of vision. The door was violently kicked open and he couldn't see anything. But it felt like someone was standing there, peeling him from top to bottom with his gaze. The man asked: "Human? Android? Or a spy of the group?" He didn't answer, but moved closer to him with the muzzle of the gun, and raised his chin. Caught off guard, even the glimmer of water at the end of his eyes trembled. The man leaned over and sniffed the skin on the side of his neck: "The smell is very familiar..." "Brother..." In order to survive, he took the initiative to send him forward: "Is it you?" ——Psychological Clinic·No.0—— A patient suffering from schizophrenia wakes up and finds himself sitting in an operating chair. The wrists and ankles were fixed by soft leather straps, not tight, but unable to break free. He raised his face and said aggrievedly to the air: "Mr. System... I feel uncomfortable..." Then he was laid to rest as he wished. The restraints automatically adjusted their length, and the wrists were lifted above their heads by some invisible inhuman creature. "Are you going to continue to deceive me just like you deceived them?" ... ——Scarlet Wedding Special Plan—— The young widower was wearing a white dress, and five similarly dressed androids stood opposite her. Their faces were uniformly wearing pure white faceless masks. The audience's rewards scrolled wildly: "Take off the mask! See the groom's true face! Bet on which one loses control first!" [Unlock the first round of interaction based on real-time reward ranking] [Task: Take off a groom's mask] ... Boss*n: Widowed? It's good to be widowed... What Tong Zhi doesn't know is that these bosses are all split from his personality, and they all come for him. Forward dodge: 1. I like to write a little bit of XP, and have a lot of private settings, which are as deadly as hell. 2. The number of Quan Jie/dungeons is about 10, and there will be multiple Shura fields in the later stage. 3. The plot is relatively small and there is no grand world view. Except for Tong Zhi, other dungeon players do not have a strong sense of presence. —— Written on 2025.12.29 ——"Go away!" They obviously said no! The 18-year-old Xiaoman is the intelligent customer service number 074 of the horror game "Corridor". The loadable "interaction module" function is overly realistic, and there are always some strange guests during Q&A. Until that day, a cold and malicious hand became more serious... He was so frightened that he jerked away and accidentally kicked over the warm milk on the table. "Woo..." Xiaoman finally cried "Wow" and was out of breath. That night, NPC-074's violent mood swings in the game backend triggered a series of error codes, causing everyone to panic. The punishment came and Xiaoman was imprisoned. He hugged his knees, curled up his bare toes nervously, and with a trembling voice, he began to report the list of troubles to the unseen guys: "Kicked and kicked the access control system... Knocked over the director's potted plant... And bit Mr. Skinner's finger..." He spoke softer and softer, and his eyelashes drooped wetly. Although he didn't know where he had the strength and courage to do this, he still kept apologizing: "I was wrong... Can you, can you not withhold the full milk..." Monitor the other side of the screen. Several eyes silently focused on the shivering little guy in the solitary room. A cold electronic synthesized sound sounded: "Is his reaction a sign of awakening?" Another voice followed immediately, with unabashed playfulness and cruelty in its low tone: "Guessing is so boring, why not... Throw away a copy?" After a short silence, a third voice broke in, with a much gentler tone: "Don't worry, it won't be good if you scare him again." —— Note: Only Gong interacted with Xiaoman, no one else. ——"Fox Wife·My Wife" The little bastard in the side room of the Tan family knelt on the futon in front of the fox statue. His face was mixed with mud and someone's blood, but he showed a pious attitude, but his eyebrows were suppressed. If anyone were to kneel in front of him, they would find that there is a little wolf cub hiding underneath, trying to chew everyone's bones. ... Tan Que was reborn. ——In his previous life, it was this statue that brought good fortune to the young man of the Tan family. However, after all his efforts, he could only end up dead with no body intact. When he opened his eyes again, he did not expect that he would have the opportunity to live another life... This year, Tan Que was seventeen. The incense was lit, and the smoke went straight up. A cluster of hot incense ash drifted into his open palm. It's done. In the ten years since then, Master Tan suffered a stroke, Young Master Tan was imprisoned, and Young Master Tan died tragically. Tan Que got what he wanted and came with great force. By the time he was 29 years old, all the forces in Dongcheng had adopted the banner of "Qian". He thought that he had finally paved the way for his whole life. But one night, someone slipped a letter into his pocket. Letter of divorce. ——Hu Chan He sneered and didn't take it seriously, flicking the lighter in his hand to light it. Green smoke curled up, leaving paper ashes on the ground. He stepped on the incense ashes and got into the car. Then something happened at the dock. Business was stopped. Even several foreign businessmen who had always been obedient began to practice Tai Chi with him. He wondered which step he had gone wrong. Until the teacher of the Tan family who was guarding the ancestral hall came to see him tremblingly. "Third Master, have you... Forgot something?" Tan Que rubbed the cigarette scars burned by incense ash on his palms and thought about it. He turned around and knelt back in front of the fox statue. This kneeling lasted for three days. Three days later, the green smoke in front of the fox statue suddenly moved, as if it had been pushed away by something. One foot stepped out, the joints were lonely, and there was a red rope around the ankle. "Master, what are you doing?" Boss... The master said that he violated the rules when he offered incense. I tied a red thread with this fox and accepted the kiss. It is because of this marriage that he has been able to rise rapidly over the years. Tan Que suppressed the anger in his heart that he couldn't hold back after kneeling for three days. Looking up, the person in front of me is wearing a moon-white gown that has long been out of fashion on the street. He looks like a Bodhisattva who has been worshiped for a long time in a temple stepping down from the altar, with the scent of incense all over his body. Tan Que stared at the fluffy white edge of his collar, word by word, "Come and admit your mistake to Madam." He asked, "What can the boss do wrong?" Tan Que moved forward, his knees moved half a step, and his chin barely brushed against his hand hanging at his waist. She kept her posture very low and submissively pressed against his belly hidden under the gown. "Wrong is wrong, but you will be punished by your wife." Guide to amusing the fox (pure XP explosion): 1. Mainly focus on writing/questioning! Questioning is attacking! 2. Shuangjie/Hu and the eldest son of the Tan family did not have any close relationship in the previous life. 3. Tan Que puts interests first, is flexible and flexible, and will use everything at hand to pave the way for himself. The fox looks gentle on the surface, but in fact is old-fashioned and conservative, and will severely teach Mr. Tan who does not abide by his husband's ethics. 5. There will be children during pregnancy in the later period, not twins※. Purpose: Learn to grow in difficulties and become stronger