The broadcast sounded, "The player in the third round dies, the player in the first round wins, and the fourth round of the game begins."
As soon as the cold broadcast sound came out, others understood that Bai Yao's behavior was recognized by the game. As long as one player dies between the two rounds of the game, the other player who survives can win.
Player No. 079 also guessed such a rule, and looked at Bai Yao with a hint of appreciation.
Bai Yao is not just crazy, he also has a high IQ. People like this are often very scary.
The beer bottle began to rotate, and finally stopped slowly, with the mouth of the bottle pointed at player No. 123.
Player No. 123 broke out in a cold sweat from behind. He stood up and kept stepping back. He shouted tremblingly, "I don't want to choose truth or dare. No matter what I choose, I will be killed by you, right?"
With a faint smile on his lips, Bai Yao pressed the button without hesitation, but no bullets were fired. Bai Yao threw the gun aside regretfully, "What a pity, there are no bullets in the gun."
Player No. 123's body shook slightly. If there were still bullets in the gun, he would be a corpse now. If he didn't fight back, he would be killed by Bai Yao sooner or later.
Player No. 123 looked around in panic. Yes, he had to find a handy weapon and kill Bai Yao to survive.
This carriage has a special box for shipping these goods.
In a panic, Player No. 123 saw the small bottle with the label "Sulfuric Acid" on the top, and a joyful look flashed across his face. His strong sense of survival made him run over desperately, pick up the small bottle, uncork the bottle, and pour it into the white water. Yao's face spread.
Bai Yao turned his body slightly to one side, avoiding most of the strongly corrosive yellow liquid, but a small part still landed on his arm. The liquid bubbled and penetrated on his fair arm, and his skin turned red and slightly swollen.
Although he didn't have synaesthesia, Bai Yao was very unhappy about being sprayed with sulfuric acid like this.
Lines of black energy emerged from Bai Yao's body. The red, swollen and corroded areas on his arms were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, the whiteness on his arms no longer showed the injuries.
Player No. 079's eyes widened when he saw this scene, and he said in disbelief, "This is...a talent skill."
Player No. 123 looked at Bai Yao who was slowly walking towards him with a look of horror. He backed up in the corner, put his right hand on the box and fumbled around, and touched a handle. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and realized it was a chainsaw. It was done, and when I was about to take it out, my whole body froze for a moment, and the blood on my neck started to flow.
Bai Yao took the whittling knife, smiled at player No. 123, and made a "bye" gesture.
The next second, player No. 123 turned into a line of blood and disappeared into the air with horrified eyes.
The broadcast sounded, "The player in the fourth round dies, the player in the first round wins, and the fifth round of the game begins."
Player No. 133 in the crowd couldn't help but stood up and said angrily, "You selfish person! If every round of the game is like this, how can we get out of this carriage."
After finishing speaking, player No. 133 said to the other players, "Everyone listen to us, let's just unite and kill player No. 001, so that our game can continue!"
Some people had unconcealed hesitation in their eyes, as if they were wondering whether they should listen to player No. 133; some people shrank their necks in fear, as if they didn't want to wade into this muddy water; some people nodded in agreement, but there was nothing practical about it. action.
