The fog that shrouded the entire city disappeared under the heavy rain.
All around there were sounds of heavy buildings collapsing.
The dead branches of trees, architectural sculptures, and all solid objects turned into mud at this moment.
None of the survivors who were hiding in the houses could come out alive, and the entire city had turned into a rotten filth.
Fu Anan and the others were crowded in a small special room, watching the glass material slowly melt, just like an egg soaked in vinegar, the shell was soaked until it became soft.
The safe house is supported by a thin layer of special material, which seems to be easily broken with just a slight poke.
They hid in the safe house. It was hot and cold, lacking oxygen, and there was a risk that the safe house would melt. These last days were filled with fear and anxiety, and they felt like they were living in a year.
Until Fu Anan felt that she was about to suffocate due to lack of oxygen, the system ringtone finally rang.
[Congratulations to player Fu Anan for successfully completing this round of the game "Melting". You will receive 20 points in this round.
At the same time, you killed two reserve dealer players and received 20 extra points.
You currently have a total score of 590]
Finally back!
Fu Anan breathed a sigh of relief.
It was drizzling outside at the moment, making people hold their breath reflexively.
The aftereffects are too great.
Fu Anan thought of the last two minutes of the game.
Even the top-level acid-proof room can no longer hold on. It is hard to imagine, if there are other survivors, where would they hide
Players can quit the game, but what about the NPCs in the game itself
Fu Anan thought about it, then clicked his tongue.
The NPCs in it are so realistic that it is inevitable that people will empathize with them.
Fu Anan sat for a while, then sat up, squatted at the head of the bed and cleaned out all the cola, lemon soda, and orange juice that she had secretly hidden.
The aftereffects of the game are quite severe. Nowadays, I feel a physical aversion to anything related to acid.
She won't drink carbonated drinks this month!
Just as she made up her mind, her door was suddenly opened.
Fu Yizhi strode into the room and looked at Fu Anan who was holding a box of soda.
Oh no.
It was not discovered when it was hidden secretly, but it was caught when it was about to be destroyed.
"Fu, Brother Fu, please listen to my explanation!"
Fu Yizhi didn't even give her a chance to explain. She was picked up and dragged away like a chick.
All in one go.
There is no way to argue.
"Brother Fu, I was wrong!"
Fu Anan hugged Fu Yizhi's thighs.
"The game has just been released. It's a happy occasion. Don't get angry over such a small matter!"
"Lu Shen is out of the game."
Fu Yizhi suddenly said something that left the second monk Fu Anan confused.
"Then what?"
Who is Lu Shen? I've heard of his name, but I'm not familiar with him.
What does his game have to do with me
"Lu Shen is also a pre-S-level dealer."
Fu Yizhi looked at her bewildered expression, reached out and pinched her cheek, then announced expressionlessly, "From today on, your training will be doubled, and you will be ready to tackle the selection game."
There are only four reserve S-level dealers in total. Even if she is the last one, it will be soon.
As someone who had experienced the selection game, Fu Yizhi was very clear about the difficulty of the game. So during this period of time, Fu Anan was waiting to be trained by Fu Yizhi.
Compared to the current training, the previous ones were just small fights. Fu Yizhi turned into an emotionless training machine, a cold-blooded instructor.
Fu Anan was crying and shouting on the sixth floor, feeling like her skin was about to fall off.
(End of this chapter)