It was a moment of pain.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his chest was very cold, and the warm blood, along with the vitality, slowly left his body.
He knew he was going to die.
But he still has many unfulfilled wishes.
At this moment, he felt a little regretful. He regretted that he had not been contaminated and that he had not evolved in a strange way. He and his ideal had just begun and died in the copy.
He entered this copy with the expectations of the leader.
The leader of the black organization has a special ability to ensure that his members enter the dungeon and leave safely.
And what they need to do is to kill all the trialists in the dungeon.
To kill people strangely, you need to tempt humans to violate the rules.
When people kill people, it's just a matter of raising a knife and dropping it.
He was not a novice, this was his eighth time entering the dungeon, and eight was his lucky number, so he bravely chose the five-star dungeon.
He had succeeded in all his previous missions.
Looking at the ugly expressions of the trialists before they died, he only felt funny.
Those dead idiots would sometimes curse him and ask him why he was so cruel because he was a human being.
Joke, can people be the same?
He is an advanced human being who is about to enter a new era, and has obtained the ticket to become a high-level weirdo, while they are just a group of backward human beings who are stubborn, stupid, stuck in their ways, and unable to accept new things.
After this mission, the leader should have praised him, given him a promotion, and used him as a role model.
Maybe he would have a chance to see the true face of the leader.
But all dreams were shattered.
He is not willing to give in!
When he fell down, he looked at the delicate-looking little girl in front of him. Her black hair was long and spread over her shoulders. A strand of hair was tucked behind her ear, revealing her slender earlobes. She obviously didn't look aggressive. It started so cleanly.
At first, what he was most afraid of was the little boy named Wang Tiegang.
Because the little boy had scars on his face, he must have been a ruthless character before he became a child.
So, while Wang Tiegang was taking a shower, he pretended to be a girl asking for help to lure him to put his head out of the window, and then cut his throat with a knife from the outside.
Qin Xiao's arms and legs were slim, and the leader of the weird team killed him without him having to do anything.
With two little girls left behind, he thought he could complete the task easily.
But never thought about it.
Hunting geese all day long, the geese pecked their eyes.
He thought he was hiding it well.
So, he needs an answer.
He asked Su Qingyu how he discovered himself.
And Su Qingyu squatted next to him, using a pen to rub his heart badly.
Her eyebrows were long and beautiful, raised slightly, and she opened her lips and said slowly: "Brother, let's put it this way, except when I sleep, I close my eyes, and at other times, I am highly focused.
In the past two days, you have looked at me too frequently. You have just followed Wen Xuecha. It is easy to guess your purpose.
You're not here to clear the level at all, you're here to kill the same kind of people. "
The weirdness in the dungeon requires you to meet certain rules before you can kill someone.
Wang Tiegang's throat was cut in the bathroom.
Su Qingyu was suspicious of Susan at first.
After observing Susan for a period of time, she found that Susan was more inclined to induce the trialists to violate the rules than to kill people herself.
She suspected that the murderer was most likely the fifth trialist.
"Impossible! I'm obviously hiding very well!" He opened his eyes wide and shouted with his last strength, "I'm here to purify backward humans!
You should thank me!
Remember my great name, I am called..."
"The black organization, right? Only the psychopaths inside are clamoring for human evolution every day." Su Qingyu stepped on his face with her shoe and interrupted him ruthlessly, "Listen to me, thank you, you can go die ”
There is nothing good to say about this extreme cultist.
Su Qingyu stretched out her slender white hand to Wen Xuecha: "The pen is too blunt. Lend me your knife."
Wen Xuecha was stunned for a moment. Her skin was fair, and a drop of blood spilled from the killing just stained her face, like a coquettish flower blooming from the snow.
She handed the dagger stained with blood to Su Qingyu.
The little boy struggled, thinking that even if he died here, he would still have someone to support him.
Su Qingyu didn't give him this chance.
"Goodbye, the underworld doesn't have to wait for me." Su Qingyu dug out the little boy's heart with one swift movement.
The little boy died with his eyes open.
Seeing this scene, Wen Xuecha's lips trembled: "I thought you wouldn't kill anyone, after all..."
Wen Xuecha didn't say the rest.
Because she was in the second dungeon, and in order to gain the only chance to escape from the dungeon, she also thought about stabbing Su Qingyu in the back.
When they met again, she took off her disguise, thinking that she would face a life-or-death situation, but unexpectedly, Su Qingyu didn't take her too seriously.
She wanted to get close and found that Su Qingyu was also indifferent.
What a strange man.
Su Qingyu didn't care at all what Wenxuecha would think.
She has her own code of conduct and will not change it because of outsiders.
In her world, there is a kind of person called a passerby.
Don't have deep friendship with unimportant people.
Their ideas and practices will not have any practical impact on Su Qingyu.
Su Qingyu's heart is strong enough, so she won't change her mind because of their words.
Su Qingyu's golden fingers are strong enough, so he won't be troubled by their actions.
If interests temporarily converge, then cooperate.
If their interests conflict with each other, then they will kill each other.
Once it’s over, forget it and don’t keep it in your mind.
Su Qingyu has nothing they can get here.
Even their petty fights couldn't stop Su Qingyu's path.
Because she doesn't care much, Su Qingyu won't retaliate for revenge with a slap in the face, nor will she think about turning conflicts into friendships and making everyone good friends hand in hand.
She will only maintain a superficial calmness.
Friendship will not arise in a short period of cooperation, nor will resentment arise in a life-and-death copy.
As the saying goes, keep a thin line in life so that we can meet each other easily in the future.
That's all.
His unintentional eyes fell on the boy's body.
Su Qingyu understood it, pierced the heart with the tip of the knife, and handed it to Wu Xin.
"Here, I'll leave the best to you."
This is a reward for his obedience.
Wuxin put his bone-white hand on his empty heart, straightened his posture, and nodded slightly to Su Qingyu.
"Thank you Master for the reward."
Su Qingyu looked at Wu Xin, feeling as if my good old boy had finally become sensible. She said with a smile, "Follow me obediently. If you eat well and drink spicy food, you will never be hungry."
Wu Xin remembered that he had not eaten since he entered this dungeon.
He remained silent about it.
For a moment, the atmosphere fell into a strange awkwardness.
At this moment, the group leader came over angrily.
