MTL - Top Horror Novelist-Chapter 156 (1)

Even the strongest players don't have enough self-confidence to dare to say that they are absolutely not worried about any danger from dungeons.

The Unkai Train is divided into several sections.

Private compartments for sleeping and rest, bar compartments for relaxing and enjoying the scenery, and restaurant compartments.

Most of the players gather in the bar car, because this is also the place with the most NPCs, which is convenient for them to blend in like a chameleon, and will not be seen through their identities at a glance.

Covered behind the newspapers are all eyes with deep meaning.

When the screams sounded, not all the players joined in the fun.

It is good to get information, but at the same time, there is a risk of identity exposure. After all, compared to NPCs, players must be more concerned about this kind of thing.

Therefore, some players chose to stand still and silently remember the people who got up, and after they left, they quickly chatted with their companions in a low voice.

"If there is no task, how can we pass the level?"

Someone lowered his voice and was a little impatient: "There is no red envelope, and there are no visible contradictions. Even the important NPC is now only the train conductor. What do we have to do?"

Candidates who get blank test papers, how can they answer the questions correctly?

Some players have already set their sights on the bartender at the bar, staggered towards the bar, frowned and looked at the wine list for a long time before barely recognizing a familiar word from the many languages, heaved a sigh of relief, and ordered a glass with a strange name Drink, and then chatted with the bartender while the bartender was mixing the drink.

Players intentionally lead the topic to the sea of ​​clouds train itself, such as the origin of the train, the background of the conductors, the hometown of the bartender, and what happened on the train.

But when the player tried to raise the topic, the bartender kept smiling and kept moving his hands, but he couldn't see his original emotion at all, and would only respond to the player with a nod.

As for useful answers?

Don't even think about it.

The player talked dryly, but got nothing.

Just as the bartender handed over the wine glass, he also took it and took a sip to moisten his throat, but as soon as the sticky red liquid entered his mouth, his face changed drastically.

"vomit-!!"

The undisguised retching sound attracted the attention of everyone in the compartment.

As soon as they looked up, they saw the man standing in front of the bar bent down and retched, put his hand into his mouth and clasped his throat desperately, trying to spit out all the things he just drank. The posture of throwing up.

And under his feet and on his body, there were already a lot of dark red things mixed with digested matter, which he vomited out.

The sticky puddle exuded an unpleasant smell, and one couldn't help frowning and covering his mouth and nose, trying to avoid it.

But someone saw with sharp eyes that in the vomited thing, there were... actually someone's eyeballs!

The empty eyeballs are covered with a layer of filth, which is almost integrated into the crimson pool, and if you don't look carefully, you will be ignored.

And the eyeballs were in the shadow that was ignored by others, staring directly at everyone coldly, as if peeping from the darkness.

The man's hair was terrified immediately, and he felt the cold air rushing up from the tailbone. Under the gaze of those eyes, all limbs were paralyzed and unable to move.

His companion noticed his abnormality, looked along vigilantly, and also found the eyeball, and was shocked immediately.

This is not right!

No normal person would have other people's eyeballs in his stomach. If that person spit it out, there is only one possibility, that is, the eyeballs were in the wine handed over by the bartender.

"You, what did you give me to drink!"

At this time, the players in front of the bar had already reacted, raised a face covered with tears and vomit, and looked at the bartender viciously.

His companion also rushed over, jumped back on the platform, grabbed the bartender by the collar and raised his fist, forcing him to tell the truth.

But the bartender didn't show any expression of fear, he still smiled, and even reminded him intimately, be careful not to step on things on the ground.

Hearing this, the companion subconsciously lowered his head and saw something kicked in front of his shoe.

There was not enough light behind the bar, and the floor was completely in shadow.

He squinted his eyes and looked carefully, only to see clearly that what was under his feet was not the sundries he was used to thinking at all, but something that looked like a human thigh, and it even had the elasticity of human flesh, as if he could still feel it. the warmth.

Horrified in his heart, he kicked carefully, trying to verify his guess, but accidentally used too much force, causing the entire thigh to fall out from under the bar, and rolled into his eyes.

…exactly a human thigh.

The blood on it was still fresh, with jagged edges, as if it had been eaten by some wild beast.

The smell of blood reminded him that what he saw in front of his eyes was not his wrong perception, but the truth.

He froze in place for a moment, even grabbing the bartender's hand, he unconsciously let go of it.

The bartender replied with a smile: "I didn't do anything, I just executed according to the needs of the guests."

"Isn't that what you ordered just now?"

The bartender took out the drink list again, and pointed to the line that the player just ordered to show him again.

Latin for "Eye of Death".

It is the only vocabulary that the player who is not proficient in the language knows.

The bartender smiled: "The needs of the guests are God's will, and all your needs can be met here."

He was obviously smiling, and even the curvature of his lips hadn't changed, but it made people feel inexplicably horrified, as if possessed by a ghost, and the grin was full of malice.

"I said, here, you can get everything you want."

The bartender's voice fell, and suddenly, there was an exclamation from the corner of the bar car.

One stood up abruptly, pointed at the person reading the newspaper on the sofa beside him, his hands trembled for a long time, but his upper and lower teeth chattered, and he couldn't say a word no matter what.

The others felt strange and immediately walked towards this side quickly.

After getting closer, they realized that the corner was filled with a particularly strong floral scent, as if a whole bottle of perfume had been broken.

But when you smell it carefully, you can smell the rusty smell under the floral fragrance below, like a perfume based on the scent of blood, which is particularly weird.

A bad premonition emerged in everyone's hearts.

They questioned the person who first shouted out the warning, but the person's eyes widened in horror, and he trembled for a long time before he could utter a syllable.

"Blood."

"Blood…"

He slowly came back to his senses, and there was a cry in his voice: "There is blood everywhere."

Someone realized something, frowned, and immediately approached the sofa in the corner, bent down and reached out to reach out.

Sure enough, on the crimson sofa in the corner, the tentacles were cold and wet.

The sofa was not crimson at all, but a large piece of blood soaked the entire fabric, forcibly dyeing it red.

And the source of the blood...

The guests sitting on the sofa, even in such a noisy environment, still did not respond.

He was leaning on the sofa, with an open newspaper covering his face, lying on his back on the back of the sofa, as if he was sleeping soundly to avoid the light.

No one would intentionally disturb such a sleeping person, nor approach him. Naturally, he hadn't noticed anything unusual about him before.

But now, when everyone approached cautiously, calling out to him, and slowly uncovering the newspaper, they found that the face under the newspaper had long been pale and bloodless, with staring eyes, unrepentant.

And on his chest, a wound the size of a bowl was opened, and blood flowed, all the way into the sofa under him.

Moreover, the half of his body that was submerged in the depth of the sofa disappeared long ago.

…Only half of the body was placed on the sofa as if it was still alive, fooling all the players.

When they realized this, everyone's necks went cold, and they felt that the murderer who hid in the dark and caused all this had already put a knife on their necks and could take their lives at any time.

This person had no companions, no one jumped out to claim the body, and the other players didn't know whether the dead person was an NPC or a player.

But from the bar, a reminder came tremblingly.

"Leg... On the ground inside the bar, there is a human leg, and..."

He lowered his head with difficulty, and met the eyes of a head that was placed upright in the bar cabinet.

The head was only in half, and the face was intact, but only one eyeball was missing, which turned the place where the eyes should have been into a **** hole, staring at him blackly, as if reaching out from death, trying to drag him into the That world goes.

His stomach was overwhelmed, and he almost didn't spit out the overnight meal.

When he raised his head tremblingly, he saw that his companions outside the bar were still looking at him expectantly, wanting to know what he had discovered.

However, this shows that the eye that the companion just drank into came from this corpse.

Even the viscous blood-red liquid in the cup was the flesh and blood of the dead.

"vomit-!"

He couldn't bear it anymore, let go of the bartender and rushed out of the bar, spitting to the side.

The other players also gathered around the bar. After stretching their heads to look into the bar, they were caught off guard and stared at the half-remained skeleton. They felt a chill in their hearts.

Although they had escaped by not drinking the weird drinks at the bar, just thinking about how close they had been to this situation made them sick.

While rejoicing and sympathizing with the unlucky player, he was even more afraid of the bartender.

They surrounded the bar, and some of the bartenders vowed not to give up until they spoke clearly.

"Guests, isn't this something you already knew when you took this train?"

The bartender seemed more surprised than the players: "The Sea of ​​Clouds Train provides everything the guests need, but—"

"We never said it was free."

The smile on the corner of his mouth deepened slightly, and he stood politely behind the bar, touching his chest and saluting everyone.

"For those who already have, give him more; for those who don't have it, take what he has." ①

"From the very beginning when the gods created this world, everything is conserved, and what is left over from you will naturally be taken away from others."

The bartender smiled and asked the player: "Is there something wrong?"

Some people were angry and wanted to rush forward, but some people understood what the bartender was saying while being shocked.

It means... no matter what they eat and drink on this train, or ask for any gold, silver and jewelry, or even more exaggerated things, the train can find them for them and satisfy their desires.

But correspondingly, other players or NPCs will lose their things.

Maybe wealth, maybe life.

And those who survived must step on the crime of killing those around them in order to survive...

At the moment when they figured it out, many people's hearts sank heavily, and they only felt that their eyes were turning black.

Is this, forcing them to eat people?

The players swallowed hard, looking at each other, they suddenly calmed down from the rage and panic just now, and no one said much.

The bartender snapped his fingers, and immediately a conductor walked in from the outside, walked silently to the sofa in the corner, and stretched out his hand to help the corpse up.

The players saw helplessly that the man who had lost half of his body and was so dead that he could not die anymore took the initiative to get up with the conductor, and with his support, he also walked on the remaining leg and followed him to the compartment door.

However, before leaving, the dead body stopped, slowly turned around, and looked at the frozen players in front of the bar.

He slowly grinned and squeezed out the syllables with difficulty in his **** and muffled voice.

The string of syllables was mixed together, accompanied by the sound of "wheeze, wheeze", so that the unlucky player who drank the flesh and blood couldn't hear clearly.

But without giving him any more time, the dead body turned around and disappeared behind the carriage door.

Only the unlucky player was left, turning his head stiffly little by little, asking for help from the people next to him.

"What did he just... say?"

No one answered.

After a while, the player who is proficient in language spoke heavily: "He said, the eyes of death will always watch you."

At the same time, the player who was closest to the unlucky player suddenly discovered that an eye appeared slowly on the poor man's forehead.

He was dumbfounded, raised his hand tremblingly, and pointed to the forehead of the unlucky player: "You, on your head..."

Everyone also looked at it one after another.

The player just thought it was strange, but before he could ask, suddenly there was a high fever in front of his forehead, which was so hot and rising that he couldn't help but "hiss!", and subconsciously reached out to touch it.

However, on the originally smooth and smooth forehead, there are more uneven lines.

Even the dent pinched his finger, which made him withdraw his finger immediately in surprise, and hurriedly grabbed a tall glass, trying to reflect the appearance of his forehead.

The third eye, which appeared on his head, was slowly emerging from under his skin.

Just like an earthworm surging under the soil, his skin also had irregular bumps and ups and downs, and something was about to break through the skin and appear.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

As soon as the player saw the eyes on his head, the eyes turned around and opened suddenly, looking at him through the light reflected from the glass.

The moment he met those eyes, the player only felt a splitting headache, as if a hand had reached into his brain and viciously stirred his brain, causing him to scream out of pain.

He fell to the ground, struggling in embarrassment regardless of his appearance, his whole body was covered with the vomit he just had, and he was very close to the eyeball on the ground.

Everyone quickly took a few steps back to make room for this player.

Looking at the man struggling on the ground and screaming in pain, they also felt terrified, and then looked at the bartender with eyes full of scrutiny.

But after what happened to this player, no one dared to act rashly.

Only the bartender was still smiling, and bowed to everyone as a standard courtesy.

"It looks like this guest is suffering from a serious illness and needs help. But please don't worry."

He paused, grinned wider, and said softly: "Our Yunhai Train will meet all the needs of our guests—whether it is active or passive."

"Rest assured, he will receive the best care possible."

As he spoke, the bartender looked in the direction of the carriage door, raised his hand, and made a gesture to snap his fingers to attract the conductor.

The companion of the unlucky player on the ground just came back from vomiting and saw his appearance, but he was relieved when he heard what the bartender said.

He missed the scene of the conductor just now, and didn't realize what it meant.

The other players have already woken up one after another.

The bartender... didn't finish the other half of the sentence!

The injured player will receive the best medical treatment, but it must be at the expense of another person's injury.

Conservation.

One drank wine made of flesh and blood that came from another.

One gets, the other loses.

The question is - the gainers are identified, but what about the losers?

The bartender didn't say anything about the rules for choosing whoever pays the price, what if it's random?

That means that all the guests on the Yunhai train may be price providers.

It may be an NPC, it may be a player, and it is more likely... It is yourself.

If someone else is injured, the players won't care, but if it involves their own safety and interests, no one is willing to compromise, risking their own injury or even death, to treat a guy who is not a companion.

So, someone rushed over and held down the bartender's hand.

"no!"

The man blurted out: "It can't be saved!"

The bartender turned his head with a smile, and looked at the man across the bar: "Guest, are you sure?"

The unlucky player's companion was only half relieved in one breath, and had to bring it up again, looking at the person who stopped him in astonishment.

He tried to fight for it, but everyone else agreed with him tacitly, everyone was silent, and no one spoke for him.

Even if he wanted to rush over and ask the bartender to rescue his companions on the ground again, he was stopped by the other people's arms and he was not allowed to take a step forward.

The player who fell to the ground twitched all over his body, and his screams had long since weakened. From his wide-open mouth, streams of viscous blood with solid particles flowed out and gathered under his body. into a pool of blood.

And he was rolling in his vomit, in a state of embarrassment, like a dragonfly with its wings trapped in the mud. After pulling out its wings, it could no longer take off.

With every attempt and failure, I gradually fell into despair.

And the others surrounded him, like a wall of people, condescendingly watching him gradually weaken, and even the strength of struggling became weaker.

Their shadows cast down, enveloping him like the shadow of death, silent like a funeral, silently watching a person go to death.

The companion was still screaming and struggling, even begging everyone with tears.

But no one relented.

Only one person couldn't stand it anymore, patted the companion on the shoulder, advised him not to care about it, and explained the conservation rules to him.

"No one will give their life to save your companions, you understand?"

The companion slowly stopped struggling, and looked at everyone in a daze.

Expressionless faces slid past his eyes, but his heart fell into the ice cave.

He has always known that the game field is ruthless, but he and his companions have supported each other for twelve years, and finally have the qualifications to enter the new world. Before they have time to be happy, they have already...

This is it, is it the end?

He looked down at his companion who was twitching constantly on the ground, and the pain was unbearable.

The bartender looked at all this coldly, but smiled and said again: "Do you need help, guest? You seem to be in pain."

"If you want to save your friend."

He bowed slightly: "The Sea of ​​Clouds Train will provide you with everything you need—just a word from you."

The man immediately looked pleasantly surprised, but the others were all terrified, and immediately rushed to him to try to persuade him to stop.

"Don't be stupid! Can't you see this is a dungeon strategy? They just want us to kill each other!"

"It was your companion who caused everything in the first place. If he didn't order something casually, would it cause the following chain reactions? He did something wrong and triggered the danger. Of course, he has to bear the consequences!"

"Be sober! If you save your companion, other people will be injured. If you treat it again, you have to pay for the injury of another person. It will be endless! While you can still control it now, cut the mess immediately. Let's end this!"

"Don't wait until the situation is completely out of control to regret it!"

"If he dies, all of us are safe!"

He was still hesitating at first, looking at his companion who had been with him for twelve years on the ground with tears in his eyes, and couldn't bear to let his companion die like this.

But everyone else came to stop him and persuade him to let his companion sacrifice, but instead aroused his anger.

"Why can I just watch my companions die while you are safe and sound on the shore? Why must we sacrifice? Just for your safety and interests?"

Everyone's persuasion had the opposite effect, making his blood rush straight to the top of his head for a while, and he was irritated and made up his mind, turning his head to look at the bartender.

"I want to save..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud "Boom!"

Immediately, he rolled his eyes and fell limply to the ground.

Blood dripped from his forehead, and he fell into a state of unconsciousness, not even knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Only the eyeballs rolled to the ground beside him stared at him coldly and without light.

And after he fell, the person standing behind him was also revealed.

The man was carrying a decorative vase with blood still on it. He watched the crazy player fall down coldly, without even shaking his hands.

The others didn't say anything, and they all acquiesced that the person who did it was a player who wanted to protect his own safety.

"He didn't have to die."

Someone said: "It's all his fault that he can't think about the overall situation and is emotional. If he saves one person, it will kill us all."

"Yes, we can't help it either."

"It's all so we can all get off the playground."

Everyone quickly rationalized the matter, and even stepped forward to mend it when they saw that the people on the ground were still twitching.

With the first person to do it, the people behind quickly accepted the matter without any burden in their hearts.

Until the two of them were completely motionless.

The bartender, who had been watching quietly with a smile, made another move at this moment.

The conductor immediately walked in, picked up the two players who seemed to be dead, and prepared to take them away without saying a word.

"and many more."

Someone realized something: "Where are you going to throw the dead?"

But the conductor just turned his head and gave the speaker a deep look, and didn't answer him, but turned around and prepared to leave on his own.

"Hey!"

The man wanted to chase him out.

But the bartender suddenly stopped in front of him.

No one could see how the bartender came out from behind the bar in an instant.

But they saw something squirming and rustling on the ground behind the bar, as if trying to get up.

Then, with a "bang!", a blue-white palm stretched out from below, firmly grasping the edge of the bar, so hard that the knuckles turned white.

Immediately, a **** body stood up unsteadily and appeared in everyone's sight.

At that moment, everyone was shocked and looked at the people behind the bar in disbelief.

That was... the half-remained dead body that was carried away first.

It's just that the one who appeared here was the other half who was originally under the bar.

His eye sockets are still empty without eyeballs, but his body is rapidly regrowing under the watchful eyes of everyone. The fracture is wriggling like half of a maggot, gradually spreading, forming, and weaving the other half of his body.

Soon, he became a complete person, and he was wearing the same uniform as the bartender.

A smile slowly appeared on that pale and bloodless face.

"guest."

He said in a hoarse voice: "Guest, Yunhai Train is at your service."

But this is far from over.

After the first dead body appeared, the other two players who had just died also slowly stood up from behind the bar, wearing the bartender's uniform, but their faces were mechanically stiff.

"guest."

"guest…"

"guest……"

Every bartender opened and closed his mouth, every wine glass... the same voice echoed throughout the carriage, coming from all directions, surrounding everyone.

"The Sea of ​​Clouds Train will meet all the needs of the guests. No matter what you want, rare treasures or the **** of the kingdom of God, we can satisfy your wishes."

The bartender saluted, then slowly straightened up and smiled at everyone: "It's just that we are conservative—what we give, we take away."

"If you kill people, people will kill you."

The bartender smiled: "That's called, fair."

His voice fell, and before the players could react, the door of the carriage was locked with a "boom!".

Someone reacted quickly. After the first door closed, he immediately woke up and rushed to the door on the other side.

The movement of the carriage here also attracted the attention of the carriage next to it.

A passenger stood up and looked this way in astonishment.

But that person has completely ignored other things, only the door that is getting closer and closer is left in his eyes.

Three meters, two meters, one meter...

He reached out, desperately trying to reach the other compartment.

But the expressionless face of the conductor suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

"Boom!", right in front of his eyes, the door was locked heavily, and he bumped his head against the glass door.

The safety of escape is so close, it seems to be right in front of you.

But it's so far away that it can't be touched at all.

In the carriage, there were already rustling sounds, as if countless corpses were moving their feet in the dark, and the noisy and chaotic footsteps were mixed together, approaching the players in the dark.

The arm stretched out straight from the wine glass, and then supported the edge of the coffee table, pulling the whole body out of the mouth of the glass, which was far smaller than the size, like a tug-of-war.

The dead body staggered before everyone's eyes, and the pale and stiff face surprised some people.

"Why are you! Didn't you die in another instance before?"

An arm stretched out from the gap in the sofa, and he also pulled himself out of the cushion, pulling the whole **** body out.

Even the gaps between the wood, the mouth of the wine bottle, the shadow behind the curtains... More and more dead bodies surrounded the players in the blink of an eye.

And more and more players recognized these dead bodies, and they quickly realized that these dead bodies that attacked them were all people who had died in the dungeon.

Those players who failed originally entered the new world in this way!

They gradually realized that, in fact, from the very beginning, they had no choice.

Just like dominoes, as long as the first card is knocked down, all the subsequent dominoes will fall one after another, without the possibility of stopping.

From the moment the first player sat at the bar and asked the bartender for that glass of wine, everything began to collapse.

If you don't kill the pair of partners, it will trigger a chain reaction of damage.

Kill them, and death will come to you.

No matter how they choose, there is only one result.

It's just that the seemingly calm options blinded their dangerous intuition and made them mistakenly think that they still have room to retreat.

The players smiled wryly in their hearts, but they had no choice but to fight immediately, blocking the outside with the dead body that tried to attack and kill them.

For a moment, there was chaos in the carriage, blood and minced meat were flying, and there were screams again and again.

Like a **** slaughterhouse.

Everyone is just a pig in captivity, waiting for the butcher to come to the door and the guillotine to fall.

The bartender, still standing behind the bar, smiled and wiped the goblet in his hand.

"As I said, all distinguished guests, you can get everything here."

His voice was very soft, but amidst the chaos, it was still so clear that it could reach everyone's ears.

"This service rule is still valid now. Dear guests, do you have any wishes that you want to realize now?"

"Whatever it is."

The bartender paused, then smiled and said, "It's all possible."

His smile was hidden in the gloom, and his open mouth showed a mouthful of neat teeth, but he was in a trance, not human-like, and the coldness spread.

But some players who are not good at fighting have gradually been unable to withstand more and more dead bodies.

The entire carriage gradually became crowded, and countless dead bodies appeared from every corner, occupying every inch of space.

It seems that all the corpses since the game field opened twelve years ago have now appeared here together, becoming a force that attacks them and wants to kill them.

This makes some players have to ask for help from the people around them, but other players are too busy to take care of themselves and can only protect themselves and their companions.

In this kind of place where every time you turn around, you will encounter dead bodies rushing towards you, it is too strict to ask them to do anything extra.

Even if they want to protect more people, they still have more than enough energy.

Those players who were not good at fighting couldn't help it. After retreating again and again, they slowly turned their attention to the bartender behind the bar.

"If I say, let me go to a safe place, will it be true?"

Someone screamed in the chaos.

The bartender smiled: "Of course, respected guest, I am willing to serve you."

The others suddenly turned pale with shock: "You are crazy! There will be a price!"

But the man went all out: "That's someone else paying the price, not me! I'm not a militant in the first place, and I'm at a disadvantage in this kind of place, so I can only find ways to protect myself?"

"Since you are not going to help me, why stop me when I save myself!"

"But you are harming everyone's interests!"

"I don't care! Why should I sacrifice myself to fulfill you? If I die, I will have nothing. I want to survive first!"

The man roared, then turned his head viciously, and said to the bartender with red eyes: "Take me to a safe place now! Immediately!"

The bartender raised his hand, smiled and snapped his fingers.

The conductor immediately appeared out of thin air, took the man with him, and disappeared into the carriage in the blink of an eye.

The man only felt that his eyes were dark, and when he looked again, he was already in another bar car, and standing behind the bar was another bartender.

The other passengers were surprised by the sudden appearance, and looked at the person who appeared out of thin air in astonishment, with wary eyes.

But in the next second, the dead body followed and invaded this carriage.

Dominoes are collapsing piece by piece.

Similar scenes were staged in every bar car, and soon, like a spreading virus, it infected all the bar cars.

All the players who were here were involved, and the entire train was filled with the roars and cursing of the players.

They had to run desperately among the dead bodies in pursuit, trying to get to a safe place.

However, the glass door between the box car and the bar car has been tightly locked at some point.

The conductors lined up in front of the glass door, silently preventing the players from entering.

"Everyone, it's not time for bedtime yet, do you want to enter the box to rest so early?"

The train conductor appeared in front of the door, raised his hand and glanced at his watch, smiled and said to the crowd in front of him: "Guests, why not enjoy the scenery more in other cars. Ten o'clock, ten o'clock is bedtime."

"Of course, if you must enter the box, I will not stop you."

The conductor stepped aside, made an inviting gesture, and pointed to the glass door behind him.

It was quiet and peaceful behind the door, with no dead bodies and no danger, it was like Noah's Ark.

Everyone is restless.

The train conductor smiled and said the second half of the sentence: "As long as you can get in."

"Let us in!"

"Go away! Get out of the way!"

"Wish, my wish is to enter the box!"

The scene was chaotic.

Being hunted down by overwhelming corpses, with no one to direct them, a group of A-levels got together, not only failed to show their original strength, but posed a more terrifying danger to others.

The chaos of those with power is a more terrible disaster.

Chu Yueli was in it, surrounded by the torrent of people, but watched all this with cold eyes, without any panic.

Skye stretched out his hand, desperately trying to protect Chu Yueli and Tong Yao in the chaos. Among the three, he was the only one who could protect two people who were not good at fighting.

But even so, he had to guard against the dead bodies and other players at the same time, and his energy was exhausted rapidly.

Soon, Skye felt exhausted physically and mentally, and his strength was gradually declining.

The more frightening question is—

There is always someone making a wish.

People can stop other people's hands and feet, but they can't stop other people's thoughts, and they can't stop the thoughts in their brains.

As long as someone makes a wish, it will be realized immediately, and other people will start to pay back the price.

People were constantly injured and screamed in pain.

But even so, no one stopped.

Everyone is being pushed by the situation, even if they know this is a road of no return, they can only bite the bullet and continue.

No one can be sure that everyone will consider everyone else and stop in unison.

And as long as one person is making a wish, others may bear the price and be injured or even die.

No one is willing to use their own life to fulfill the wishes of others.

There are no saints here who are dedicated to others.

The saint is long dead.

in his mercy.

Looking at this scene, Skye felt sad. He used to be willing to help others, but now he just finds it ridiculous.

For my persistence...