Chapter 1491 Death List (17)

The young man raised his hand and put it on his forehead. He moved his long legs to rest on the sofa, one leg slightly bent.

Because of this movement, more blood oozed from his abdomen.

But the boy's expression didn't change at all, as if he couldn't feel any pain.

Finally the young man lowered his head, his beautiful eyes flickered, his lips slightly opened, and a few seconds later a voice came out: "What are you staring at me for?"

Cold and impatient.

Chuzheng: "Let me see when you will die of excessive blood loss."

Simu: "..."

Ximu's slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and his eyes fell on his abdomen.

After a few seconds, the young man raised his eyes and looked directly into Chuzheng's eyes: "Or give me a knife, it will be faster."

"OK."

Chuzheng answered quickly.

She turned her wrist, and the machete from before appeared in her hand.

The knife swung from Simu's head to his feet: "Where do you want to cut?"

"Just watch and chop." The young man closed his eyes impatiently, looking like he was letting him do whatever he wanted.

Cut it! !

Meeting all the requirements of the Good Person Card is what I should do!

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Chuzheng put the knife on the table next to her, and there was a 'pop' sound.

The young man's eyelashes trembled, but he still didn't open them.

For a few seconds, he heard the sound of a chair moving, and then the person on his abdomen was removed.

Ximu opened his eyelids slightly.

In his sight, the girl lowered her head and lifted up his clothes. There was no expression on her face, and her movements were not gentle.

Simu closed his eyes again.

The wound on Simu's abdomen seemed to have been penetrated directly by something. When it was brought out again, it looked a bit scary.

But Chuzheng treated him like this, and he didn't feel any pain. He lay there with a normal expression, and finally fell asleep...

Chuzheng: "..."

So angry!

Chuzheng treated Ximu's wound, stood up and sat back on the chair.

After a while she stood up again and groped Simu's body.

As soon as she touched her chest, the boy opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and there was no sign of sleep.

"What are you doing?"

"Did you take anything from that secret room?" Chuzheng asked calmly.

"Yes." The young man brushed her hand away and said impatiently, "I threw it away."

"..."

Chuzheng's hand was brushed away, her fingertips were crushed, and she resisted the urge to press him to death.

She glanced at Ximu's hair and immediately pressed it down with her paws, rubbing it twice before Ximu could react.

The soft fur feels so good to touch!

It feels good to touch it once, and it feels good to keep touching it.

Chuzheng's expression was serious and she felt excited.

Ximu was shocked to find that his head was touched, and his expression was obviously ugly.

The impatience in his eyes almost overflowed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go!"

Chuzheng retracted her hand as if nothing had happened, sat back on the chair, and raised her legs: "What is it?"

Simu: "..."

Ximu's hair was messed up and he looked at Chuzheng with a frown, this girl...

"What do you think I'm doing?" Chuzheng said, "Let me ask you, what is that?"

Simu said angrily: "Diary."

"What did you write?"

"Can not remember."

After Ximu finished speaking, he closed his eyes and put his hand on his forehead to prevent Chu Zheng from doing anything again.

Chuzheng stared at him for a while, then took out clothes suitable for Ximu from the space and threw them directly on the sofa.

"Put on some clothes."

Simu's face was covered by a coat, and he pulled it down to take a look.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

Where did she get the clothes?

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Chuzheng looked around the room. There was a window, and the light in the room came in from the window.

Chuzheng walked to the window and looked outside.

This was not the building she entered. What she looked out of the window was a gray area, which was close to the edge of the dungeon map.

Chuzheng turned to Ximu and asked, "How did we get here?"

Simu didn't answer. He lay on the sofa and didn't change his clothes. He seemed to be about to fall asleep peacefully.

"Asking you." Chuzheng walked over and kicked off the sofa.

The young man's eyebrows on the sofa moved, and he opened his eyes after a while. Chu Zheng's appearance was reflected in his eyes: "Is this how you treat your savior?"

"What kind of savior are you?"

Simu: "If I hadn't pulled you before, you would be dead now."

"If you don't pull me, I won't die." How could the boss die so easily? It's you, the weakling, who needs help.

Ximu choked and said, "That's because I'm meddling in other people's business."

Chuzheng nodded: "You are quite self-aware."

"..."

Chuzheng continued: "After all, I was the one who freed you from where you were locked up. Even if you saved me just now, we are even."

Simu: "..."

Ximu didn't want to talk to Chuzheng, so he turned over, but he still explained.

"The prop card can be teleported at a certain distance. Don't bother me anymore."

Chuzheng pressed his shoulders and turned him over.

"I'm the one who's in trouble because of the pressure and bleeding from the wound. Don't give me trouble."

Chuzheng blocked what Ximu wanted to say before he could say anything.

Chuzheng didn't disturb him anymore and let him rest first.

While Ximu was resting, Chuzheng looked around.

There are zombies wandering outside, but this building seems to be isolated. Zombies can only roam outside, and there is not a single zombie inside.

In other words, it is safe here for now.

Simu slept for three hours.

When he woke up, it was dark outside.

This candle was lit in the room, and the warm yellow light cast a halo around his body.

Simu sat up on the sofa. He took the clean clothes next to him and replaced them with the bloody ones. He did not change his school uniform jacket.

"what time is it?"

Sitting on the other side of the room, Chuzheng heard Ximu's voice and answered calmly.

"I don't know, I don't have a watch."

Simu sat on the sofa and looked out the window.

"What happened to Yang Yuanhang?"

Simu looked away and lay back on the sofa.

"Red player."

"What?"

Ximu didn't bother to explain: "You don't understand even if I tell you."

Chu Zheng said without changing her expression, "I'll understand if you tell me."

Ximu glanced at her sideways, and after a while he said impatiently: "He kills all the players in every round of the game to pass the level. After ten consecutive rounds, he will be designated as a red player."

The Reaper player needs to kill all players.

But who would be so unlucky as to draw a Death player every round?

So choosing to kill all the players in every round of the game is definitely not forced.

After ten rounds, such a player will be regarded as a ‘hunting target’ by the game rules.

These hunting missions will be given to different high-end players...that is, players like Ximu and Ji Youtang.

Hunting such players can directly exchange for 360 days of rest.

No points are needed, they are directly converted into time.

But these players are dangerous...

This kind of player will also get a lottery opportunity every time he kills a copy and passes the level.

But the things they smoke are different from those of players who have cleared the level normally. They are more dangerous and more powerful.

Don't talk about human fairness with games.

The theme of this game is survival.