The corners of Xin Zhixia's mouth were raised, her eyes were playful, and she raised her sword in a cool and unrestrained manner.
There is no consciousness of being a great evil person at all.
At this time, the sword of judgment in his hand could easily slit Zhang Meng's throat with just a little force.
Zhang Meng, whose body was covered with blood, raised his head slightly and looked at the strange female player named Unlucky Ghost in front of him.
His eyes were full of frustration and confusion. He took two slow breaths, and his chest felt like it was about to explode.
His back was burning, the wound that penetrated his left ribs was bleeding, and the huge pain in his right arm had become numb.
Zhang Meng had no room for counterattack, let alone a sneak attack.
There is not a single piece of good flesh on the whole body. Using therapeutic tools may alleviate the problem, but it cannot get rid of the reality that the right arm is broken.
Zhang Meng possesses two five-star healing items.
Through simple instructions for use, it can be proved that they do not have the possibility of regenerating broken limbs.
Now, Zhang Meng had to make sure that he had no better choice but to restart.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he could feel the sharp touch against it.
It seemed like it would stab into his throat in the next second, adding another layer of pain to him.
He didn't dare to act rashly.
Xin Zhixia smiled crookedly and threatened the other party nonchalantly.
"If you want to live, don't think about tricks. You have to believe that the sword in my hand must be faster than yours."
The tone was relaxed and pleasant, sounding more like a kind reminder, and the look on his face was caring and considerate.
Zhang Meng gained a new understanding of the female player in front of him.
He is fierce and decisive, acts arrogantly, and is full of bad taste.
It is very in line with the personal characteristics that players who can enter the punishment copy should have.
Unlike him, who came in by accidentally killing someone.
In the punishment dungeon, most of them must be people who intentionally kill people and maliciously violate the rules.
The psychology of these people has become distorted in the dead space. They only act according to their own preferences and do not adhere to the so-called rules at all.
The unfortunate guy is also a perverted character.
Zhang Meng's eyes dimmed and he reminded himself silently.
Now, the other party gives him the option of restarting, perhaps just to appreciate his dying struggle.
Some perverts like to kill people and buy goods, and some perverts like to see people despair.
Especially the kind that clearly has a glimmer of hope, but can only watch the last glimmer of hope shattered when it is about to escape, showing a look of pain and despair.
Zhang Meng's injuries are extremely serious now. His thinking is confused and his reactions are slow. He can no longer analyze calmly.
Tangled and hesitant, the balance in my heart swayed.
In the end, should we choose to surrender and die simply; or should we choose to struggle and fight for a glimmer of life.
Seeing that the light in Zhang Meng's eyes was gone, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and his pupils gradually became dilated.
Xin Zhixia tilted her head and blinked, somewhat confused.
"You don't want to restart? Is there no chance?"
Anyone can see clearly.
If this game is not restarted, it will die soon.
She didn't understand, and she didn't know what he was hesitating about.
Zhang Meng was dizzy and his eyelids were extremely heavy, as if they were about to close.
Hearing this, it was like a flashback, and my mind suddenly became clear for a moment.
As long as you can live, who doesn’t want to live?
With this thought in mind, Zhang Meng lowered his eyes and nodded slowly.
"Want to...restart."
When the last note fell, he began to wait quietly for his ending.
After receiving the other party's answer and seeing that the pill was about to expire, Xin Zhixia became a little impatient and couldn't help but urge it.
"If you want to restart, hurry up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of the sword moved slightly backward.
Zhang Meng's eyes lit up and he acted decisively according to the opportunity.
Open the panel and confirm that the above prompts are correct.
[Number of restarts: 1. 】
[May I ask if the player chooses to restart the instance now? [whether]】
Before choosing [Yes], his body and nerves were tense.
It wasn't until I clicked to confirm that I felt a flash of white light in front of my eyes, and I felt relieved.
When the scene in front of Xin Zhixia fell into Xin Zhixia's eyes, Zhang Meng's figure disappeared out of thin air.
"If the player chooses to restart, it will disappear like this."
After receiving this information, Xin Zhixia silently concluded.
Unaware of Zhang Meng's previous struggles, she only thought of someone's mother-in-law, and was speechless and choked by this.
Rolling his eyes, he stopped wasting time and decided to go back to confirm the situation of the other three people.
The plan to defeat them one by one, thanks to Zhang Meng, has only now taken the first step.
Xin Zhixia picked up the Sword of Judgment and was about to follow the original path back. When she raised her eyes, she saw many NPCs staring at her through the windows in the houses next to the street.
Under the dim light, the NPCs' faces were pale, their eyes were unkind, and they were extremely gloomy.
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in the facial expression feedback of each NPC.
It made her scalp tingle.
Xin Zhixia couldn't help but think that it was probably because of her appearance that she disturbed their peace.
The smile on his face froze slightly, and he waved to them with a guilty conscience.
"Excuse me, I'm leaving now."
After saying that, she turned around and rushed out with her legs in a 100-meter sprint.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time.
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After Xin Zhixia's figure disappeared, noises came from the houses next to the street.
One by one they opened the door.
Several figures finally appeared on this street.
Some of the NPCs who came to the street were holding brooms, some were holding buckets, and some were carrying rags...
They all perform their duties, their movements are uniform, and they look well-trained, as if they have practiced many times.
Cleaning up the battlefield for someone, trying to restore the place to its previous appearance.
Words of dissatisfaction and complaint blurted out.
"Sure enough, I still hate passers-by the most. I have to help them clean up their mess every time."
"This guy always loses to the unlucky guy."
"Oh, blood is so difficult to wipe off, and it takes a long time to wipe it off."
…
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Xin Zhixia thought to herself while returning the same way.
Compared to other copies, she always felt that the islanders on Wuwu Island were more uncontrollable.
According to common sense, the NPCs in Dead Space have their own psychological activities, but they will always follow the established procedures of the dungeon.
Xin Zhixia knew that she had a lot of experience in dealing with NPCs.
To sum up, if players have not provoked NPCs very much, they will not be too hostile.
But the islanders on Wuwu Island are like the natural enemies of the player, and almost everyone doesn't give her a good look.
Xin Zhixia curled her lips and couldn't help but miss Tristan.
He's such a good guy.
During this period, Xin Zhixia happened to see someone appearing on the side of the road and took the initiative to avoid it.
I glanced over inadvertently and saw an NPC carrying a bucket and spraying water on the street. It seemed that he was cleaning the road.
Xin Zhixia secretly sighed, "There are actually scavengers on the island."
Suddenly, she noticed something was wrong and frowned.
Of the two scents of jasmine lingering on the tip of my nose, the direction of one scent deviated from its original track.
"It seems that someone escaped."
