I kill the gods in the infinite script

Shu Li blinked and asked, seemingly unintentionally: "What time is it now?"

Her tone was so normal that the magician had no doubts and answered her angrily: "It's 4:40 in the morning, and this is the second question."

Shu Li smiled: "This question is not difficult to answer."

"You can leave." The magician seemed to be very afraid of being involved in the conflict with the hunter, and he didn't want to say any additional words.

Shu Li calculated in her mind that this time happened to be the beginning of a new round of hunting.

Shu Li took the bracelet and put it on her hand again, then walked towards the circus door.

She didn't go out rashly. Facing the stares of everyone behind her, Shu Li stretched out the hand with the bracelet first.

She retracted her hands into her sleeves, and her sleeves burned clean instantly when they came into contact with the light.

Shu Li took back her hand in time. There were fine tooth-like marks on the broken sleeve, as if it had been chewed out by something, or like the kind on Writer Chen's body, where fine needles had been burned with high temperature.

She took off the bracelet on her hand and stretched out her hand again. The situation just now did not happen.

Shu Li sighed and walked out directly.

The haunted house in the amusement park looks like it covers an area similar to that of a circus, but the outside design makes it look much larger visually.

Shu Li pushed open the ajar door and walked in.

Judging from the benefits brought by amnesia, Shuli, as a hunter, is obviously the more advantageous party.

So when everyone loses their memory, and there is a clear message reminding you that you cannot choose a haunted house as a shelter, this place will become a place that everyone avoids.

Since he was the real culprit and the one who benefited the most, Shu Li knew that he would choose this place after thinking about it.

But sooner or later someone will figure this out.

Even if you don't have the courage to stay during hunting time, you will still search for it during the ten minutes of peace.

Shu Li pressed her footsteps. Since the door outside was ajar, it was either left by her before she lost her memory, or someone came.

There is a high possibility that Li Zhi and Writer Chen would act together as a team in the last round, and since Li Zhi is not an adventurous character, it is very likely that he would not choose this place as a refuge.

Then, it’s Wen Zhefeng.

Shuli moved her shoulders while walking in the dark and narrow corridor.

I don’t know if someone who is eliminated in a positioning dungeon will be eliminated directly, or if they will actually go offline and disappear.

If it's the latter, then I really feel sorry for Wen Zhefeng.

Shu Li was not a man of faith, so she was dragged in for no reason. Wen Zhefeng's original intention may not have been for her to be the one to die.

It's a pity that he was so lucky that he couldn't get the murderer card.

After bypassing the long and narrow corridor, Shu Li finally saw a small room with lights on, and the door of the room was still ajar.

She lowered her footsteps and moved closer slowly.

Shu Li looked through the crack in the door and could only see part of a somewhat worn hospital bed and two rusty iron legs.

I don't know if the thing hanging to the ground is a sheet or something, but it is stained with large marks. It's not clear whether it's blood or something else.

It looked like there was no one inside. Shu Li frowned and was about to change places when her heart suddenly jumped. She paused for a moment because of this jump, and there was a sound of wind behind her. Shuli had no time to react, and received a solid blow.

The severe pain in the back of her neck made Shu Li miss the first opportunity to counterattack. Her slender neck was pinched by someone. Without any hesitation, the person directly held her down and slammed her down against the wall beside her.

The series of attacks were aimed at making her lose the ability to resist. Shu Li almost instinctively grabbed her back with her backhand.

That thing, that was the only thing she could use now.

Behind him, Wen Zhefeng had a fierce expression.

He regarded Shu Li's actions as a pointless struggle, and having the upper hand, he didn't take Shu Li seriously at all.

Wen Zhefeng reached out and squeezed Shu Li's hand, and cold words came out of his mouth: "Well done, hunter."

"Aren't you very proud of doing this kind of thing as a rubbish newcomer?"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Zhefeng squeezed the hand around Shuli's neck and raised his strength again, and hit her hard again.

This time, he lost his focus due to his emotional fluctuations, and the door to the small room in front of him was knocked open.

"Hey, look at the trap I set up." Wen Zhefeng sneered: "It's not easy to deal with an adventurous and self-righteous newcomer like you."

Shu Li didn't react at all, and even the hand that had been struggling slowed down a lot. Wen Zhefeng was even more proud when he saw this.

"Do you really think my points are so easy to get? You're lucky, I won't let you die directly. It's too expensive to use a chess piece like you only once."

He released his hand from Shuli's neck. He originally thought that she would collapse weakly, but the two hands that were weak just now suddenly grabbed his hands.

"What? It doesn't hurt enough?" Wen Zhefeng had murderous intent in his eyes, and he broke away from Shuli's hand and kicked her into the room in front of him.

Something slipped on his wrist, and the feeling was suppressed by Wen Zhefeng's anger. He didn't notice that something was pulled down by Shu Li.

Shu Li took a small breath of air-conditioning, and the intense pain on her head, the back of her neck, and the kicked lower back were all continuously transmitted to her whole body.

The full view of the room came into her eyes, and she finally showed a satisfied smile.

This is a somewhat dilapidated old ward with some medical regulations hanging on the walls.

To the left of the hospital bed is a row of three-seater iron seats, and to the right is a row of IV stands.

In front of him was something like a shadowless lamp, and behind him was a small open space, where Shuli was slumped.

From Shu Li's perspective, she was just looking at the figure under the bed.

Without activating the plot, the other party was holding the railing under the hospital bed with both hands, hanging there without any signs of depression.

Shu Li blinked and looked at Wen Zhefeng who walked in, looking eagerly for the place to activate the plot.

What behavior is the most annoying in the ward?

Affect the treatment of medical staff? Then you should choose a seat, which is a common position for family members in real life.

Incorrect treatment method? That's the bed itself, that's supposed to be the patient's anger.

What will be the function of the drip stand? There are also shadowless lamps, what are they?

Shu Li didn't have enough time to think, and Wen Zhefeng, who had murderous intentions, no longer cared about the points he spent.

"Dead people can be voted on."

Wen Zhefeng pulled out a long sword from his tool list and smiled cruelly: "I thought about it, it's better not to keep a chess piece that can kill people at any time." (End of Chapter)