Chapter 1769 Survival Game 20
The Virgin Man has the aura of a protagonist, and even if he narrowly escapes death, he can still survive. But others may not be so lucky!
Xining said while sewing: "Hold the door for me first. If someone breaks in, it will disturb the treatment."
Everyone else looked at the Virgin Man. The Virgin Man put down his hand on the doorknob and nodded: "Okay, let's sew him up first."
Sewn? The person doing the stitches is biting the strip of cloth. Why does it sound so weird? He's not using pillow clothes, he's sewing them. Also, can you be serious, this is sewing his flesh, so just stop talking, okay?
People in the toilet began to prepare, and if someone broke in, they were going to fight to the death.
First, we counted how many weapons we had in our hands, and the result was pitiful. It was just a knife, which Wu Bingcheng snatched from the opponent's hand when he was attacked. As for the person who attacked him, needless to say, he is no longer in sight.
There was also a chopstick given by Xi Ning. After the man got it, he rubbed it on the ground and sharpened it.
After seeing it, Wu Bingcheng's people laughed: "What's the use of this?"
He was quite confident: "It works if you go in the right direction. I'll stick it in your eye. If you can, don't hide." He tried to attack, but it was just a feint, and the opponent avoided it without thinking.
Wu Bingcheng's people actually took out a piece of lead wire that was left over from making the Kongming Lantern just now. It's not long, only about fifty centimeters, but it's enough to tighten the two sections with two hands and strangle the neck.
Wu Bingcheng said with satisfaction: "Good boy."
The next step is to discuss how to defend and attack after going out later. After all, there are too few weapons, so we can only rely on our fists. Someone suggested that holding a sportswear jacket in your hand can also be used as a weapon.
Hearing that they were not professional at all and had some clumsy arrangements, Xining, who was still mending the hole, rolled his eyes: "The toilet lid inside is on your hand."
The chattering discussion suddenly stopped. There are more than a dozen grown men, you look at me, I look at you. Yes, the toilet lid is thick and can be used as a shield and can hit people. There is one inside. Ten squatting positions, one piece each, there are ten pieces.
Ten minutes later, the toilet door opened. The three leaders, holding the toilet lid in both hands, were in front as vanguards. The three behind were on each side as cover. The last one was to prevent someone from attacking from behind.
The whole room was dim again and the lights were flashing. The flashing light made every movement seem to be skipping. People can only see an outline, as blurry as a ghost. It's as loud and noisy as a ballroom, but here it's not about dancing, but about killing.
Screams and screams sounded from time to time, some were killing people, while others were trying hard to hide themselves. The organizer probably felt that there were too many people today and the contestants were too free, so they also played this game during the day.
A man holding something unknown in his hand rushed over from the side. The man flashed forward from the darkness like a ghost. When the lights came on, the ferocious expression on his face no longer looked like a human being.
The people over there might have been stunned, or they might not have reacted. Just when the other party was about to rush forward, the Virgin Man was quick-sighted and used the cover to block the front.
The sound of "Boom~" was still so clear and loud even amid the screams and fighting.
This guy has a dick in his hand! The originally dull man suddenly became excited, took the lid in his hand and smashed it hard, "Boom, boom, boom..." Even if it is made of ceramic, it is still thick.
The intruder was beaten to the point where he was helpless and fell to the ground holding his head and screaming. Everyone was stunned to see it, it was so terrifying, so brutal, and so fast. Did this stimulate the potential? Others who originally wanted to rush over saw this situation and did not dare to move here. Only one person can smash it so happily. There are more than a dozen people here, many of them holding white lids in their hands.
He continued to smash, but there was no sound anymore. If the Virgin Man hadn't stopped him, he would still be smashing.
The excessive reaction made the man pant and tremble, and he stared blankly at the man lying on the ground like a prawn. The flickering lights make everything hazy and unreal.
"Let's go." Someone patted his shoulder, and the whole team continued to move forward.
Sometimes people who are not afraid of death or who haven't seen the situation clearly will bump into them, and they will all be kicked out. If they dare to get closer again, they will be smashed.
There were people lying on the ground from time to time, and pools of dark liquid flowed everywhere, making it feel a little sticky under your feet.
When he reached the bed against the wall, the Virgin Man shouted out names one by one, anxious and worried at the same time. I'm so convinced that he won't live long, but he still wants to remember his name.
But no one came over. Xining went over to comfort him: "Maybe he is hiding. Let's walk around slowly. We might encounter him and save him if he can."
Sure enough, this very holy advice was adopted, and the large army pressed against the wall and began to circle slowly.
The Madonna Boy walked away calling out names, just like the village calls out to the parents of lost cubs. But no one responded to him. Almost all of the four people who were not present were injured. The injured man was smart. Even though his injured leg hurt when he moved, he still limped and jumped on one leg to follow closely.
Maybe they were already... Shouting and shouting, the Virgin's male voice actually choked with sobs, but they still shouted, and the strong sense of loss in the end made the shouting hoarse and almost crazy. It made Xi Ning want to go over and punch him hard. How could such a creature exist? Would he die if he didn't stir up emotion? Please be sensible.
No wonder he gets upset when his teammates die and puts all the blame on himself. He could have been an elite, but ended up being a big failure.
I saw a lot of people fighting with each other along the way, but I could only avoid them or watch them. After all, no one knows which party has the intention to kill first. If the wrong party is involved, wouldn't it mean that they are aiding the evildoers?
Even if you know, what can you do? When jackals, tigers and leopards are hunting, do they save those poor prey? The answer is no, nature has its own laws of survival, and predators hunt to survive. In this place where there is no law, nature follows the law of the jungle, where the fittest survive and the strong survive.
The Holy Mother Man once wanted to help. When he saw a person being beaten and shouting for help, he must be a weak person, so he went to help. As soon as he pulled the strong man away and knocked him unconscious with his fist, the "weak man" who was lying on the ground grabbed the weapon in the hand of the strong man who was knocked unconscious, inserted a chisel into the opponent's eye socket.
The chisel wasn't sharp or big, otherwise he wouldn't have lasted that long.
After fighting back, he actually attacked the Virgin Man with a chisel. The more contestants die, the bigger the prize and the faster the game should end.
Typical of the farmer and the snake, Mr. Dong Guo and the wolf, the Virgin Man was so angry that he resisted, and then he struck the opponent's neck with his palm, knocking the heartless guy to the ground with just one blow, and his life or death was unknown.
After being severely beaten by society, the Madonna Man finally understood and stopped helping. He just watched silently and only dealt with those who attacked his group.
(End of chapter)