Chapter 1781 Survival Game 32
One group wins, which means less chance of survival, and seven groups have to compete for the remaining three places.
As the Virgin Man walked towards the passage, he couldn't help but look back at his former teammates.
Wu Bingcheng's team has not caught a single fish so far. He was looking at them with anxious and envious eyes.
However, when everyone saw that the qualifying group was spearing fish instead of fishing, they all broke off the fishing rods in their hands, and those who hid their knives hurriedly sharpened the tops. Some contestants had no tools to sharpen their heads after breaking them, so they simply rushed straight into the sea with them.
It seems to be good at water, or at least able to swim. After all, at this time, as long as you can swim, you can quickly go fishing in the sea. There was a chance of drowning in the sea, but at least there was a chance. If you can't get fish, you'll die.
Xining pushed the virgin man: "Let's go, everyone has their own destiny."
If you don't leave, you may be disobeying the arrangements, and you may not be able to leave the beach alive.
He turned around and continued walking, but before he had taken a few steps, a scream suddenly came from behind.
That was the scream: "Ah~"
The staff leading the way stopped to see if anything unexpected had happened. After all, there are too many things where contestants attack each other. As long as they get fish, they don't care about anything. If they get here, they need to go back and stop them. The winner cannot be killed by those who have not yet qualified.
It turned out that a man was very lucky to catch a fish, even though the fish was only a little big.
Normally, this kind of fish would only be enough to fit between the cat's teeth if thrown to the cat, but no matter how small the fish is, it is still a fish.
But this kind of "luck" is unfortunate. As soon as he got the fish, it was snatched away by a contestant. During the fight, a broken bamboo pole was inserted into his eye socket... That scream was the last sound he left in this world.
The "robber" gasped and stood up from the body that had stopped breathing underneath. Only one eye of the corpse was left open in fear, and the light in this eye was quickly disappearing.
He picked up the small fish that had fallen beside him and was only as long and thin as a finger. After thinking about it, he suddenly pulled out the bamboo pole inserted in the eye socket of the corpse.
Suddenly, a stream of blood spurted out in an exaggerated manner from the deep hole in his eye socket.
Not sure whether it was because he used too much strength at once or because his hands were shaking due to nervousness, he hooked the small fish on the hook with trembling fingers. The fishhook was still attached to the line and hung on the broken bamboo pole.
After hanging it up, he walked to the box and held up the fishing line while the small fish hung straight: "I fished with the tools in my hand. This is my fish."
...How shameless it must be to say such a thing.
The staff didn't respond and just stood there.
The man remembered something and used another method. He threw the fish into the box and asked. Panting and nervous, he asked: "My team has to catch at least two fish before we can qualify, right?"
This time the staff’s voice sounded in the round black explosion-proof helmet, as brief as words were precious: “Yes!”
With these words, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. This means that he caught a fish.
He turned around slowly, a little confused, and saw many contestants on the beach who were a little dull and looked at him with cold eyes.
Then his face changed, and he yelled at his teammates: "Hurry up and catch the fish, why are you standing still?" His face was a bit ferocious as he roared. So more people ran into the sea, but within a few steps, someone pointed their finger into the sea in horror: "Shark, it's a shark!"
They are sharks. Each shark is hiding in the sea water. Only its triangular back like a sail is exposed on the surface of the sea and swims around.
As soon as they heard the sharks, the people who had just entered the sea ran back in a hurry. But it's too late...
"Ah~" Someone struggled for a moment and then sank into the sea. The blood that poured out dyed the sea water red, but was immediately diluted and disappeared by the incoming waves.
Now the people in the sea went back more and more panicked. It was one thing to drown, but it was another thing to be buried in the mouth of a shark.
The smell of blood attracted more sharks. Sharks have a keen sense of smell. They can smell as long as there is a little smell of blood within a five-kilometer range, and then they will move on the wind and come to have a meal. They are the hyenas and vultures of the sea.
Some have gone quite deep and require swimming, but how can humans swim faster than sharks?
"Ah~" Someone was attacked by a shark again. There was a mess on the sea, and the contestants who entered the sea ran to the shore faster than before.
The staff member who led the way said: "Please go here." He turned around and stopped looking at what was behind him. Since the winner is not in danger, he should follow the arrangement just now.
So each of the five people followed the staff with mixed emotions, followed the passage like an underground bunker, lost direction, and then returned to the original room.
The room was cleaned up again, all the blood stains on the floor were wiped away, and the smell of blood in the air disappeared with the air supplied through the ventilation ducts.
The room became increasingly empty. Not only the floor, but also the beds were made. This time, only 8 double beds were placed. There are four on the left and four on the right. Compared with the bed that was full before, it was really clean.
There were 43 people on the way, and 3 people died on the way. Of the remaining 40, at least half will die on the beach today.
If it is half, then ten should be placed, why are there only 8?
It seems that this game has been played many times, and the organizers can judge with certainty that at the end of the game, not half of the people will survive, probably even less.
Everyone naturally noticed it, walked to the bed on the left, and sat down first.
The younger brother couldn't help but sigh: "It's just a little catfish, and a human life is not worth as much as a fish." After trying hard, people were killed and fish were robbed.
But Xi Ning's mind jumped out: "All living beings are equal." Perhaps the organizer is looking down at the contestants below like ants with a superior attitude. Watch them kill each other and compete with each other in order to survive, fighting to the death, with hideous and ugly faces.
The Virgin Man punched the bed frame with his fist, expressing his helpless anger, causing the bed to shake.
She closed her eyes and rolled her eyes with contempt. She knew clearly that this was the rule of the game, so why did she pretend to be uncompromising with the dark forces? How could there be such a guy in the world who was not suitable for survival? If he fell into Mo Ming's hands, he would definitely not be able to survive three missions.
Mo Ming: "Two at most."
Xining... okay, okay, it seems that she is quite aware of current affairs, and she is also grateful to Mo Ming for not killing him.
Mo Ming: "You are a little stupid and your abilities are a little weak, but you are not unnatural. People like this are more annoying than you. They will die early and be reincarnated. Don't hinder me anymore."
Xining...forget it, I'd better stop thinking about it. I'm tired!
(End of chapter)