Chapter 1768 Survival Game 19
There are 7 people in this group, all of them follow. There were 12 people in the Madonna male group, and a total of 8 people went.
Fifteen people arrived at the men's restroom together. Fortunately, the men's restroom was large enough with ten squatting positions.
The two people in this group supported the injured and began to use their hands to collect tap water and wash the wounds. When the water was poured on it, it flowed down together with the blood.
Xining found a squatting position, put down the toilet lid, and sat there waiting for the wound to be cleaned.
The man who came to invite her came over: "My name is Wu Bingcheng, what is your name?"
Xining sat there with his arms on his legs and his body leaning forward, so that he could poke his head out from time to time to see if the wound had been washed. She didn't even raise her head: "Just call me 166 or No. 166."
Wu Bingcheng is about thirty years old, and should be the boss of this group. The people in this group are not very old, basically between the ages of twenty and twenty-seven, and the relationship is like a big brother with a little brother.
The corner of his mouth turned to the side: "Then I'll call you 166, and you call me Wu Bingcheng."
"Whatever, if you survive, we can have a meal together later." She responded calmly. It's just a blank check, and there is no food at all. At the end of the game, only one person can survive, and everyone here will die.
So there is no need to know much about it, it is just a temporary use.
Wu Bingcheng seemed to hear hope: "Some games allow multiple people to survive and share the prize money equally. Do you think the same is true for the games here?"
"It's possible." Xining naturally said comforting words.
What I actually want to do is, stop dreaming, just one. Remove everything that others can sell and put the rest in the incinerator. Burn it to a handful of ashes and throw it away to who knows where. Either in the sea, or at the roots of the trees on the island, they turned into part of the soil.
"Yes, so much money, enough to share." Wu Bingcheng said to himself.
There are already 94.5 million. If divided equally among 137 people, each person can get nearly 700,000. But do some contestants here agree to an equal share? Does the organizer agree?
Naturally, if you want to give others hope and know that there can only be one winner, things will definitely change here. It’s a hairy treatment, but since only one can live, it’s a good idea to throw it away, so just kill it.
"Boss, clean it up!" the boy over there was shouting. Hehe, you really call me big brother.
It was indeed washed so well that the skin floated and the flesh almost turned white.
The two younger brothers asked happily and proudly: "I'm sure I've washed them clean inside and out. I won't get infected now. Have I got tetanus?"
"Yeah, not bad." Answer in the affirmative first. I thought that if the two holes opened up the inner cavity, would water be filled inside?
Ask someone to help you turn your body over and fall down, so that the wound is not filled with water. Then he tore off the sheets he brought, washed them several times with water, wiped the wound, dried it, and started threading and sewing the wound.
"Well, it hurts..." It hurt as soon as the injection went in.
The wound is too deep and has not healed, and the nearby pain nerves are not numb, so there is only...
Xining grabbed the torn sheets, took one, rolled it up, and handed it over: "Bite it with your teeth."
The wounded man hesitated for a moment, then bit him with his mouth.
Order: "Hold him down. If he struggles too much, he will be knocked unconscious."
So Wu Bingcheng went into battle in person, and his three younger brothers helped to hold down the wounded.
After only three stitches, the wounded man who kept making nasal noises like "Uh-huh" spat out the cloth in his mouth and inhaled in pain: "It's better to knock me out. It hurts too much."
"It's possible that it's just a shallow coma, but you can still feel the pain." Xining held the needle, and the thread was still on the wound: "If you really can't help it, then just hit it. Pay attention to your strength and don't be too gentle. It still hurts. Don’t hit someone too hard.”
This work should be done by a group of people by themselves. Wu Bingcheng clenched his fists and was calculating what kind of force would be more reasonable. After seeing it, the wounded man immediately reached out to pick up the cloth strip and actively asked: "Let's sew it, I should be able to bear it!" He put the cloth strip into his mouth, bit it with his teeth, and closed his eyes tightly. He looked like he was risking his life!
Xining looked at Wu Bingcheng, and the younger brother next to him solved his doubts: "The boss is our invincible hand. He beat the debt collectors until they crawled away."
There is another note: "Come and beat away."
Xining couldn't laugh or cry: "You live together? Are you all in debt?"
"Yes, we can save money on rent by living together, and we can also fight off debt collectors together."
Okay, I get it, these guys want to make a fortune and solve the current economic difficulties, so they gathered together to participate in the game.
"You two have such a good relationship." Xining raised the needle and began to sew.
Everyone was horrified to see it. This was meat. The flesh on the body was poked and sewn up stitch by stitch. It seemed that the most courageous person here was not the man, but this little girl.
"Of course." A younger brother began to brag: "We share blessings and hardships. We usually look for work outside, and when there is no food to eat, whoever has the money will treat us. Every meal has meat and wine. This Don’t live a good life.”
Wu Bingcheng was already panicking when he saw someone, and he raised his hand irritably with someone chirping in his ear: "I didn't see the doctor was stitching stitches. It was so noisy that the doctor almost made his stitches crooked. If you say anything again, I'll beat you up!"< br>
Then it became quiet, but it was quiet here, as if it was no longer quiet outside. Even though the soundproofing here is good, you can still hear the noise outside.
"Dong dong dong~" Someone knocked on the door.
"Who?" Wu Bingcheng asked warily.
Although there are many people here, if there are many people who come in, and they have good skills, then they will block the door and fight.
Someone outside shouted: "Two matches!"
Xining understood instantly: "Let him in."
Although he was still wary and suspicious, the doctor said that the person outside the door should not be the enemy. Wu Bingcheng signaled to his younger brother and opened the door.
The person who came in was indeed the person who had discarded all the matches and took the matches she threw at her.
As soon as he came in, he quickly closed the door, pressed his back against the door, and said nervously: "There are people killing people outside. Don't go out."
Xining frowned slightly, why did he kill someone again? It's not even night yet. But she went on with her work, and she would know what was going on.
"How could this happen?" The Virgin Man thought of something and went to the door: "Let me out."
"Don't go out. There are really people killing people outside. It's so scary." The man blocked the door and refused to let go: "I saw her here and came here to report the news. Trust me, don't go out!"
"Let me out." The Virgin Man said anxiously: "There are still teammates in our group outside."
"Don't go out, really don't go out." "Let me out, get out of the way, I want to go out!" The two people were arguing about "I want to go out, don't go out."
Seeing that something was wrong, Wu Bingcheng stepped forward and stopped in the middle: "Wait a minute, what's the point of going out now?"
"Go out and take a look first." The Virgin Man was always innocent and kind, and he didn't know how to write the word "death".
(End of chapter)