After I was forced to be a survival game NPC

Chapter 471 Sand City (13)

His gaze shifted from the basement entrance to the sealed windows.

"Sealing the windows is to prevent outsiders from coming in. It's impossible to be careless in the current world." The hostess explained.

"That's right." The rescued man nodded in agreement.

It's not the windows that they focus on, but the basement.

This family can live so well, there must be a lot of supplies in the basement.

There was no lighting at night, and the six people went down to the third floor to rest early, led by the owner's son, but after the owner's son came downstairs with candles, they quietly gathered in a room again.

To be able to live here, the owner's family has water and supplies, and no one wants to leave such a place.

"They saved us just now, isn't this a revenge?" said a woman in the team.

The bald man glanced at her, "How long do you think you can live without water or food after you leave?"

What he said was the truth. There was no water or food to be found anywhere, and there was nothing they could do.

In the face of survival, human nature is selfish.

Everyone in the room agreed with silence.

"We're not trying to kill or rob. We just want to stay and join them. As long as they agree, everyone will be happy. If outsiders come to rob things in the future, we will help."

The speaker also knows whether he is convincing himself or others.

"When the time comes, get the master of the house and his two sons under control," the bald man said.

The three men were under control, and the remaining hostesses could still resist.

"What if they don't agree to let us stay?" someone asked.

Hearing this, several people's faces changed slightly, and they reached a consensus in the eyes - they couldn't help but disagree.

Hard fists are king.

The player watched them discuss and did not speak from the beginning to the end. Out of caution, he refused to eat any of the meals and water prepared by the owner, and stole them all into the space secretly.

He didn't want to team up with this group of NPCs, he just wanted to get supplies, and night was undoubtedly the best time.

The player had a plan, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. He didn't expect that he stepped on a bear trap just as he went downstairs, and the pain made him gasp.

He put the trap into the space without making a sound, and took out the dagger, at this moment, a sap hit him on the head.

There was no sound of footsteps, the opponent had been lying in ambush in the blind spot of sight, and he was experienced, so the fight was accurate.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already been tied into a rice dumpling, and he had no strength at all, but he was beaten with a stick, it would definitely not be like this, they must have done something else.

Surrounded by dark and dark walls, there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Several other people were also tied up and hadn't woken up yet. They wanted to plot against the owner's family, but they were stalked instead.

The friendly and friendly family of the house owner had changed their appearance yesterday. Their eyes were not looking at people, but looking at slaughtered animals.

***
Game day three.

Su Nanzhi took the boiled potatoes and tied the clothes she had collected to her knees to make a simple protective gear. The car overturned last night caused her body to be worn out in several places.

After packing up, Su Nanzhi staggered off on a small motorcycle.

It feels good to have supplies, and you don’t have to worry about being starved to death or dying of thirst. The only problem may be that it is difficult to walk on the sand dunes. She just pushes down the difficult roads, and it is more efficient not to force herself.

(End of this chapter)