The night breeze stirred slightly, and the several people hidden in the grass fell into silence as if by an unspoken agreement.
A moment later, Yi Pei spoke up, "So, it seems that no matter if we hide or try to destroy the props, we're essentially on a path to certain death?"
"High risk, almost zero reward," Fu Danhong sighed deeply. "I surely don't want to become a walking corpse, cannibalism is just revolting to even think about."
"That's not so bad," the player in the black shirt suddenly remarked. "If it's a man, he also has to bear the heavy responsibility of reproducing for Sifang Palace City."
"I just saw a living person embracing a corpse."
The air fell silent again, this time with a strange awkwardness permeating it.
Fang Penghui gritted his teeth, "Damn it, I'll go all out against this Level D Copy!"
