138 Killing indiscriminately

Bai Yao's body trembled suddenly, as if he was suppressing a smile, his shoulders kept shaking, and there was a faint trace of blood flowing out of his neck, but it returned to normal after a while. Bai Yao suddenly laughed.

This terrifying smile made Player No. 027's scalp numb. Just when he was about to intensify his hand movements and make a sharp slash, he found that she couldn't move anything. Not only that, even her body couldn't move.

Player No. 079 discovered the clue. He saw a steady stream of ghostly aura emerging from Bai Yao's body. His pupils trembled suddenly and he murmured, "This is... a ghostly aura that only weird people can have."

Player No. 079 spoke very quietly, but Player No. 142 still heard it. She suspected that she heard wrongly, and came over to ask what Player No. 079 was talking about.

A scream was heard, and player No. 027 was seen standing stiffly on the spot, with a bloodstain on his neck. Slowly, his head began to move...

This horrifying scene stimulated the brains of some novice players, causing them to step back in fear.

Bai Yao, on the other hand, was holding a chainsaw in his left hand and looking at everyone with a sinister look. His smile was no longer the same as before. He seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person. His blood-red eyes were strange and enchanting, and his cold face was full of boredom and heavy emotion. murderous intent.

The cold voice echoed in the carriage with a hint of smile, "I don't want to play this game anymore, so let it end as soon as possible."

Then there was the piercing sound of a chainsaw. Player No. 079 looked at Bai Yao in shock. At this moment, he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. It was the fear of unknown death.

…

Announcements sounded continuously, "The player in the sixth round died, the player in the first round won, and the seventh round of the game begins."

The beer bottles began to rotate slowly, but no one was sitting around the beer bottles. There was only some blood spreading on the ground.

"The player in the seventh round dies, the player in the first round wins, and the eighth round of the game begins"

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"No! Don't kill me!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"I...I am not the person you want to kill. You should kill the ninth-round players. Why, why do you attack me!"

"Don't come here, don't come here!"

…

The radio sounded again

"The player in the tenth round dies, the player in the first round wins, the door to the third carriage opens, all players are asked to go to the next carriage."

This carriage was full of blood, and only two people were killed by Bai Yao.

One is her, and the other is player No. 079 who is still struggling to his death.

Player No. 079's arm had several bloodstains scratched by a chainsaw, and Bai Yao's hand also had several knife marks. But after a while, a white light flashed across the wound, and the wound was visible to the naked eye. Heals quickly.

Player No. 079 clenched the Tang Dao in his hand. Bai Yao in front of him was really difficult to deal with. Every time he got close to her, his speed would slow down strangely. Bai Yao's reaction speed was also very fast. He could compete with an S-level player. Comparable.

You know, he is an A-level player now, but he can't do anything when facing Bai Yao.

The red color in Bai Yao's eyes suddenly dissipated. Bai Yao blinked and suddenly felt so tired.

Bai Yao smiled innocently, raised his hand and said, "Let's have a truce! I'm too tired to fight!"

Player No. 079 was stunned by Bai Yao's sudden change in painting style, and couldn't help complaining, "What a psycho!"

But player No. 079 really has no desire to continue the fight. He doesn't know what other cards Bai Yao has. He has a hunch that if he continues to entangle, he will probably die in Bai Yao's hands.