Su Ming'an went upstairs and found a room to rest tonight.
Yueyue followed him, closed the door, and suddenly said: "Something is wrong."
"...Ah." Su Ming'an sat on the bed and wiped the steel pipe: "What did you say?"
"This pub smells of blood, it may be dangerous," Yueyue said.
"Of course it is dangerous." Su Ming'an said: "I saw some strange-looking corpses before. In addition to the zombie crisis, people in this world will also get a kind of [mushroom disease] where mushrooms grow all over their bodies. And the news said that mushrooms can treat [mushroom disease]."
Yueyue suddenly thought of something.
——Could it be that the raw materials for treating mushroom diseases are grown from the corpses... those mushrooms?
"A black shop like this is probably a mushroom cultivation place." Su Ming'an yawned: "They trick people into coming here, trap them, and grow mushrooms on their bodies. The whole city is a huge crematorium.
After all, by isolating a group by whether they are sick or not, you can label others in this way and list the people who are suitable to be called mushrooms and the people who are suitable to be "saved" by mushrooms - it is not the disease that kills people, but their own greed..."
Listening to his words, Yueyue stood in the cold wind at night for a long time and felt slightly cold.
Suddenly, the hoarse voice of the old man sounded outside the door:
"Young man, young girl, do you want to have some snacks? You haven't eaten yet."
Yueyue tiptoed to the door and gently put her face close to the cat's eye.
——She met the old man's dark eyes like a quagmire.
She swallowed her saliva and immediately wanted to retreat.
"...Why don't you talk? Are you asleep?" She heard the old man mumbling outside the door.
"Creaky."
The old man outside the door, with his bloodstained hands, was holding a basket of mushrooms.
When he heard the obvious sound of the wooden board inside the door, the old man's smile instantly stretched from the corner of his mouth to the corner of his eyes, and his smile was so terrifying that it didn't look like a normal human: "...So, it's inside."
Yueyue's body shuddered, but she found that the door that was originally tightly locked had been opened at some point.
"Squeaky——"
The old man, whose body was stained with black blood, grinned at her through the crack of the open door.
Suddenly, with a "bang", a steel pipe brushed past Yueyue's hair and hit the old man directly.
[——HP-120! ]
Su Ming'an, who was lying on the bed, picked up another intact steel pipe, walked a few steps to the side of the struggling old man, and poked the steel pipe in his hand into him, splashing a large amount of blood.
[——HP-600! (Fatal injury, penetrating wound!)]
Su Ming'an's move was too straightforward, and he killed the old man by surprise.
After killing the old man, Su Ming'an searched for a blood-colored mushroom, which flowed out a liquid like human blood - it is such a thing that can deprive some people of their lives and save others.
"What are you doing holding the quilt?"
Suddenly, Su Ming'an looked at the girl who was twisting and turning while holding the big quilt.
"Change rooms," Yueyue said.
She yawned and walked lazily.
"Oh, right." She turned around and said: "Jumping game."
Su Ming'an thought for a while before he understood what she was talking about.
Yueyue and he have been friends for several years. He would play games with her, but she would always mess up, and soon he would not want to play with her. He knew that Yueyue's family conditions were not good and she was also withdrawn, which led to her addiction.
But he refused to be a rookie.
So he fooled her before, saying that he would release a "jumping game" recently, and then find her to play after it was released.
But unexpectedly, the game he made up had not been officially released yet - the world game started.
He also gained a skill beyond the rules and became the best in the world.
He was destined to never go back to playing games with anyone and waste precious time for improvement. Not to mention that he didn't want to play with her at all.
"..." Su Ming'an didn't know how to reply to her for a while.
"..."
Yueyue also stared at him.
But soon, she turned around:
"Forget it." She hugged the quilt and walked to another empty room: "I'm sleepy, good night."
"…Good night." Su Ming'an finally saw her leave.
With death replay, he was destined to go to some very dangerous places frequently. After the identity of the first player was exposed, he would definitely be watched by the whole world, and it would be inconvenient for her to follow him.
After collecting all the clues, he would separate from her.
He went out, searched around for a while, and opened the secret passage leading to the underground.
He walked in with a candle.
At the end of the road, he saw several relatively fresh corpses. The corpses were several young people. They still had their eyes open, full of fear and disbelief. Fresh mushrooms were growing happily on them - this was the hope that was growing in this city.
Sick hope.
Hope is called sacrifice.
He glanced at the corpse, held the candle, and walked back.
"Good night."
The candle went out instantly.
…
Since the world game was launched, many players have died at the hands of infighting and plundering gangs.
They never thought that the most unexpected blade would come from their compatriots.
This group of players entered the forum with a lot of resentment and began to break the topic of "Players cheering on".
[It is a game of cannibalism, how can it become peaceful. ]
[If all players have too low points, they will all fail... Don't be a saint, in order to win the final victory, elimination is necessary. ]
They saw the post that was directly pinned by the organizer [(fine) A brief analysis of how players can save themselves].
The replies below have reached hundreds of millions and are still being updated. There are both affirmation and criticism. Many business tycoons and top stars who were originally on Zhaixing have spoken out, and their posts have also attracted many people.
People have recognized a point of view - for the final victory, appropriate sacrifice is necessary.
As long as the players still have a bottom line, people should not blame too much on the competitive behavior in the game.
A game that will not really kill you and cultivate your military strength and intelligence is also an opportunity for humans themselves.
However, the players are still worried.
In such a life-and-death game, ambitions and desires will be infinitely magnified.
In the end... the players who have obtained everything, the players whose gaps have been infinitely magnified, what will they become? Will they... become like the organizers and become the overlords who dominate all mankind again?
…
[World Game·Remaining Players: 940689521 People]
(End of this chapter)