Ren Yin fired.
The shot was silent and the bullet fired. It's also hard to see in dimly lit hallways.
The blade fell, and the uncle was knocked down by the bullet, letting out a shrill scream. This sneak attack from Ren Yin caused him to be seriously injured, and half of his arm was broken.
Crush the healing crystal.
The uncle barely recovered. He was beaten by these guys until almost all his props were used up.
After the fire light dissipated, Wu Hui frowned slightly, feeling that the temperature around him was changing. But there is ice and fire in the battle, and the blood flow speed is accelerated, so it is impossible to sense it too accurately.
Uncle No. 50 stepped forward and rushed towards Wu Hui quickly.
He wanted to get rid of the current state of being attacked from both sides and focus on defending in one direction. Then taking action against Wu Hui, a guy who has almost run out of summoned beasts, is the best choice.
Wu Hui took off his glasses, held the Queen's Blade in one hand, and took out a shovel with the other.
The uncle's steps suddenly stopped.
In front of him, there was an explosion. Bullets and spells came from behind again, and a flying knife passed through the fire and went straight to his throat.
"Tsk, this kind of explosion-making prop is not very suitable for me. It conflicts with the ability to control the ice surface." Wu Hui took a step back, looked at the uncle who was injured by the three of them, and said: "This vitality is really very good." He is tenacious and worthy of being a level three player."
"It's definitely stronger than you think!" The uncle raised his kitchen knife high and swung it down, creating a crack in the corridor and breaking a piece of Wu Hui's armor.
Wu Hui retreated, and the squid appeared, dragging the uncle with ink jets and tentacles, giving him the opportunity to take two steps back and distance himself.
This battle didn't last long, and the summoned beasts didn't cool down so quickly. But I believe that this uncle will not be able to survive the attacks of Ren Yin and Li Xiaoyue.
Flintlock muskets fired.
There was a bloody mess behind the uncle, but he still raised the kitchen knife high and dropped it.
The armor on his body was completely shattered, and the squid was chopped into pieces. The two men raised their guns and opened fire at the same time. There are fragments of a stand-in doll beside each person's feet.
"Du Ziming! Stop looking!" Ren Yin shouted.
In the corridor, a man with messy hair stood up and pointed a pistol at No. 50: "Don't worry, this is coming."
Du Ziming actually didn't leave, or indeed he didn't leave, and he kept using some kind of invisibility ability to hide in the corridor and watch their fight.
He had a hateful smile on his face, and seemed to enjoy the feeling of standing up at a critical moment to decide the fate of the battlefield. A shot hit No. 50, and there was a cloud of blood mist.
At this moment, Wu Hui somewhat recalled the feeling of when they besieged Liu Ming.
But there was a big gap between Liu Ming and them at that time. Now, even he alone can hold this third-level player back for a long time.
Including the others, not counting Du Ziming's sneak attack, there is still a high possibility of victory.
It should even be said that both Wu Hui and Ren Yin still had some energy reserved to guard against Du Ziming's betrayal. When facing Uncle No. 50, they did not try their best.
"Alas." The uncle sighed.
There is no hatred between him and Wu Hui and others. He just wants to survive when he messes up the situation. But everyone wants to survive, but under such rules it is impossible for everyone to survive.
Even Li Xiaoyue is used to this kind of thing.
While Wu Hui was thinking about how to release the accumulated pressure after leaving, he took out a knife and wiped the uncle's neck.
"You should learn to enjoy the game. Otherwise, how long do you think you can last?" Du Ziming advised Wu Hui again: "You should also like to play like this, right?"
To use the metaphor of board game style, Wu Hui is actually equivalent to a German board game player (German board games focus on strategic and intellectual confrontations, with winning or losing being the greatest fun). And Du Ziming is closer to American board game players (American board games focus on role-playing and substitution, and experiencing the game itself is the greatest fun).
"No amount of fun can compare to life itself. If you continue like this, you will destroy yourself sooner or later." Wu Hui said, "Of course, I think you don't have to care about this as long as you have fun."
Du Ziming shrugged and did not deny it.
Everyone started to divide the spoils. The uncle had basically used up all the props, but he still had a pistol, a mobile phone, a kitchen knife, and two strange-looking talismans.
The shape is similar to mahjong, but it is the kind of ancient mahjong made of bamboo chips, with one blade and two blades painted on it.
Wu Hui thought thoughtfully as he thought about the circle of blades that had shattered Uncle No. 50's hair. The glasses were scanned and confirmed that this item was a consumable item that required at least three to be used, so he put it away first.
It feels like it will be a complete system similar to marks, magic books, and nightmare chess pieces. I think I've seen it on the market before, but didn't pay attention.
"Have you noticed?" Du Ziming suddenly said: "The temperature is dropping."
"Yes." Wu Hui obviously noticed: "You must have stayed outside for a night before, right? Did the temperature drop at that time?"
Du Ziming: "That time lasted just over half an hour. The temperature didn't drop significantly. Now..."
Nearly an hour has passed since dark, and the temperature has probably dropped to about 18 degrees. Since it was summer, except for Wu Hui who was wearing a coat, everyone else was wearing short sleeves.
Being cold is no fun. So Du Ziming smiled slightly: "Goodbye, everyone."
After saying that, he walked directly into the elevator. He had left a man who was tied up and in a coma here a long time ago. This was the number 86 that Du Ziming met very early. That night I took this man and hid in the corridor.
Wu Hui looked at his back and clicked his tongue.
Ren Yin discovered Du Ziming's traces by relying on his sonic ability. Of course, she could have guessed that the dog must not have left - the dog was Wu Hui's assessment, but both Ren Yin and Li Xiaoyue strongly agreed with this title.
After all, Du Ziming was really good at doing things. Although he helped in the end, the process always made people want to beat him up.
Li Xiaoyue was in the worst shape and started to tremble when the temperature dropped to fifteen degrees. Wu Hui took out his lighter, took out the plants in the corridor and burned them: "It can last for a while."
Ren Yin: "If this continues, if the night lasts for several hours, the temperature may drop to ten degrees below zero."
"Yes." Wu Hui looked at the body on the ground: "This is true, it can also be burned. I still have some fuel in my pocket."
"What I mean is, we have to stay together to keep warm." Ren Yin looked at Wu Hui and said, his expression not seeming to be embarrassed at all.
In this regard, Li Xiaoyue hesitated to speak, and finally had no objection. After all, if it really got that cold, she would probably be the first to fall.
