Please Stop Pretending To Be a Cute Newcomer!

    Lu Qi: "Wake up."

    Shen Qingcheng's eyes were hazy, he reached out and rubbed the corner of his forehead, out of the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of the white on his wrist.

    A bandage was wrapped around his wrist.

    The memory of last night was like a flood that opened the floodgates, all came back to my mind.

    He sat up straight, first looked at the sky outside the window, the sky was still gloomy, it was probably morning.

    He looked at the seats in the front row, the players were still sleeping.

    Finally, he looked back at the door of the carriage, and there were two **** corpses hanging there.

    Death is the same as the previous player.

    Shen Qingcheng looked back and asked, "What happened to me last night?"

    "I fell asleep." Seeing his frown, Lu Qi said, "It's not just you."

    You just fall asleep faster than everyone else.

    Shen Qingcheng's attention was not on this, he was thinking about why his blood would fail.

    Laughter appeared last night because the two players didn't follow the rules, not because of him.

    He asked, "Under what circumstances will your knife become useless."

    Lu Qi: "The items in the mall are specially designed to deal with ghosts and monsters. If they can't cause damage, there will be a situation in which Yingying in the last dungeon."

    Ying Ying's shoulder dented in the knife cut.

    Shen Qingcheng: "Then go through?"

    Lu Qi didn't answer, just looked at him calmly with deep eyes.

    Shen Qingcheng nodded and answered himself, "It doesn't exist."

    It will penetrate because the ghost itself does not exist.

    He began to have a strong self-doubt about himself.

    Two people died and the number of players dropped sharply to 12. This time everyone accepted death more calmly than before.

    Mr. Bodybuilder used the trunk bar to get the two bodies off the train, collected their luggage and returned to his place.

    Many players were jealous of the luggage in his hand, but because Mr. Bodybuilder beat up a group of people yesterday, no one dared to raise any objection.

    This is the fourth day of the dungeon time, and there are less than 3 days left before the 7-day limit.

    At noon that day, the first player who exhausted all the luggage appeared, it was He Mei.

    He Mei used everything possible in exchange for food, including the coat she was wearing, but no, the flight attendant only charged each player's initial luggage.

    Shen Qingcheng took the opportunity to observe that there was no blood on the cuffs and trousers of the flight attendants who exchanged food with them during the day.

    He Mei endured for 7 hours. Judging from the speed at which they usually change food, she had almost 5 to 6 meals without eating, which is equivalent to two days when a normal person is hungry.

    When it was getting dark outside the window, He Mei couldn't help it, and she began to borrow luggage from the people around her.

    It was said to be borrowed, but everyone knew that she could not pay it back.

    The first person He Mei found was a girl with short hair, and she whispered, "Please, I'm really hungry, just lend me a little, just a little! "

    She made a small gesture.

    The girl shook her head in embarrassment, "I don't have anything to lend you."

    She didn't have much luggage. After the things she picked up at Bell Tower Station disappeared inexplicably, she also came here frugally these days.

    It is a question of whether she has enough to eat, how can she be able to lend it to others.

    He Mei was anxious, "I'm starving to death, so what if you lend me some? Do you want to watch me starve to death!"

    The girl who still had two points of guilt immediately became firm, she said: "I really don't have it, you can find someone else."

    He Mei reached out and grabbed her bag.

    "What are you doing!" the girl exclaimed, and she immediately grabbed the bag.

    "Give it to me!"

    "It's mine, let it go!"

    He stopped one with one hand and persuaded: "Don't rob, don't rob."

    No one listens to him.

    Lin Wen persuaded and stopped, "Hi!"

    He Mei's nails scratched his face during the fight.

    He endured the pain, "Don't grab it, I'll lend it to you!"

    He Mei immediately stopped and asked with bright eyes, "Really?"

    Lin Wen sighed and said helplessly, "Really, but I don't have much."

    He Mei finally got a piece of food the size of a palm, she devoured it and returned to her seat in delight.

    The flight attendant who finished changing the food did not disappear. He stood behind the door, his gloomy face evoked the smiling face that caused the player to have a psychological shadow from last night.

    This flight attendant has blood on the cuffs and trousers, and more blood than the day before.

    He made a hoarse voice and said, "Tonight...there are no rules..."

    There are no rules, doesn't that mean that they don't have to fill in the doubts of the players, whether they are voting or being voted, they don't have to die?

    Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

    Shen Qingcheng: "There are no rules, it doesn't mean that no one will die. Even if the seats are not adjusted, some people will still sit at the end."

    Makes sense!

    The players turned their heads to see who the last unlucky ghost was, and secretly made up their minds, even if they were tied, they would tie this person to the end. They didn't want to experience what happened last night again.

    A pair of eyes looked towards the back of the carriage.

    Row 11 Shen Qingcheng raised his bandaged hand and waved it, then smiled and said hello: "Hi, how are you tonight? I'm fine~"

    Yes, after the last one died yesterday, Shen Qingcheng and Lu Qi were the last to be crowned.

    According to the previous law, if there are players who will die tonight, then they are the most likely.

    …

    On the fifth day of the dungeon, the number of players in the dungeon "Death Route" was reduced to 11.