Seeing Qin Musong covered in blood, Cheng Miao's mind went blank for a moment.
Qin Musong is too strong. His strength often makes people forget that he is also made of flesh and blood.
Will get hurt, will die.
When Cheng Miao came to his senses, he had already run to Qin Musong.
She and Lin Zhu took Qin Musong, who was holding on for dear life, and with a movement of their fingertips, they took out a fat, white ginseng. One corner was missing and there were tooth marks.
"have eaten."
This is a trauma recovery item that Cheng Miao obtained in the copy of "The Home of Three Little Bears". At that time, Tong Qian just took a bite and the wound stopped bleeding.
Qin Musong knew this prop and how precious it was. He didn't want to finish it, he just wanted to take a bite to stop the bleeding.
Before the words came out, Cheng Miao forcefully stuffed the ginseng into Qin Musong's mouth.
Qin Musong:......
Cheng Miao knew what Qin Musong was thinking, but in her opinion, no props were as important as any person.
No matter what happened to this dungeon, there were still two nights left. If Qin Musong simply stopped the bleeding, the risk would be very high.
As Qin Musong swallowed, several players watched in stunned silence as Qin Musong's bloody wounds slowly healed, and at the same time, new arms grew.
Seeing that Qin Musong's face improved a lot, Cheng Miao breathed a sigh of relief.
Qin Musong clenched his fists and smiled on his blood-spattered face, "It's okay."
Cheng Miao pursed her lips and said nothing. Her hand came back, but the wound was too big and she lost too much blood. Qin Musong was severely damaged mentally and physically.
But Cheng Miao also knew that Qin Musong would never use the mental and physical recovery tools that Lin Zhu got from Lian Ge.
This was his persistence, and Cheng Miao could only respect it.
After helping Qin Musong sit down, Cheng Miao noticed Qi Jiajia, who had been standing stiffly on the side. Before Cheng Miao could speak, Qi Jiajia, who had her head lowered, asked in a cold tone, "What happened?"
Yang Ke and Xiao Hong were also exhausted. To say the worst, who knew if Xiao Song would directly determine that the game had failed as soon as he closed the door, and all of them would have died there.
Yang Ke and Xiao Hong, who had been holding back their anger for a long time, told me what happened inside.
Each of them saw something behind the previous person who entered the door. In summary, it was Shen Xin's transformation from a living person to a corpse.
The first few people entered the door, and Shen Xin appeared behind them, dressed in white and smiling like a flower, slowly approaching the player.
Then Shen Xin turned pale, weak, and turned into bruises all over his body until he looked like he was rotten and infested with maggots.
Therefore, the further you go to the back of the game, the stronger the visual impact will be on people outside.
But no matter how strong you are, you can't close the door.
Baili Qianqiu sat aside, took out an expensive-looking silver lighter from his jacket pocket, and lit the white cigarette in his hand.
By the time the two people finished talking about what happened, Lao Zhao had already collapsed on the ground.
He already knew something was wrong when Xiao Song didn't come out just now.
Xiao Song was the most timid among their team, so he was mentally prepared that he would not be able to pass this level.
But I didn’t expect him to close!
It’s better to keep Qin Musong out!
What's the difference between this and killing someone!
How could Qin Musong have come out if he hadn't been so powerful in combat and so cruel to himself.
Old Zhao pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but his mind was so messed up that he couldn't say anything.
When he came to his senses, Qi Jiajia was standing in front of him, with strong blood and murderous intent sweeping over her body.
Lao Zhao stared blankly at Qi Jiajia. This beautiful little girl usually had bright cat eyes, but now her eyes were full of scarlet and cold. The deathly black eyes made Lao Zhang's whole body start to tremble uncontrollably.
"Qi Jiajia, come back!" Cheng Miao felt that Qi Jiajia had murderous intentions. For the first time, she turned cold and called Qi Jiajia's name.
Qi Jiajia seemed like someone who had been awakened from a nightmare. She was stunned for a moment, then slowly walked back to Cheng Miao and sat down without saying a word.
Qin Musong was combing Qi Jiajia's hair, while Lin Zhu hurriedly took out marshmallows from his bag and fed them one by one.
The scarlet color in Qi Jiajia's eyes dissipated a little.
Cheng Miao walked up to Lao Zhao. This middle-aged man might have been a high-spirited photographer, but now he was sitting on the ground dejectedly, his eyes full of guilt and pain.
He also lost all his teammates.
Cheng Miao sighed, "Xiao Song's matter is his own behavior. Even if you are a team, this is not something you can control. You don't have to blame yourself too much."
Cheng Miao turned around, took two steps, and then looked back, "Jia Jia is still a child, and care will lead to chaos. Please be more considerate."
Lao Zhao nodded blankly, and Cheng Miao said softly, "My condolences."
The man's suppressed cry came from behind, containing endless despair and powerlessness.
After a night's rest, Qin Musong felt much better.
There were fewer and fewer people, and Lao Zhao stopped talking. He huddled in the crowd with his red eyes hanging down, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Some people lose the courage and belief to continue walking.
Cheng Miao spent the whole night thinking about the people who had survived these days and the game process she talked about.
After having breakfast, seeing that none of the old residents were there, Cheng Miao called the remaining players together.
"I think I know the rules of the night game."
With one word, everyone who was tired became energetic.
Cheng Miao clasped her fingers to sort out her thoughts, "As we all know, this dungeon has two lines. The main line is that we have to figure out Shen Xin's death. This is the condition for us to escape from the apartment. The other line is all kinds of taboos. And games at night.”
"There are no taboos. There are countless customs and taboos in China. No one dares to say that they know them all. But in the game at night, we have ways to avoid death."
"On the surface, every game has things you can't do. As long as you abide by them, nothing will happen. Every player knows this, but we are still killing people every night. What does this mean?"
A group of poor students looked at Teacher Cheng in confusion.
It's not that I haven't kept up with the idea, it's just that good students have personalities and don't like to play with the teacher.
Only Lin Xueba thought cooperatively, "It means that something will induce players to break the taboo through some methods."
Cheng Miao glanced at Lin Zhu with admiration and continued to enlighten the remaining poor students, "On the first night, Mohawk closed his eyes and came out alive. On the second night, Xiaolu... ah, accidentally, the girl was nagging while playing the game and died. , every player heard the voice of someone familiar to them yesterday... What rules are hidden in this? "
Little Freckles answered the question enthusiastically, "Do you need to concentrate when playing games?"
Yang Ke followed closely, "Shen Xin's ghost knows us very well and will attack everyone's weaknesses one by one. This is a wise ghost! A ghost who has broken through the abilities of other ghosts!"
Cheng Miao: ...I'm tired, help me to rest.
Gu Jian, who had been playing with his fingers, laughed out loud, "Handsome Yang, you have a big brain."
Yang Ke blushed and was embarrassed to speak.
Cheng Miao sighed and turned to look at the high-quality students in his family, "Can't see, can't speak, can't listen... Combined with the prompts, what can you think of?"
Lin Zhu and Qi Jiajia's eyes lit up.
