The person who just left comes back.
This is a slightly fat man.
He took a knife and cut off the meat and started to eat it.
Seeing this, Fu Anan slowly approached with his weapon.
Just when she was half a meter away from the man, the door of the house was suddenly closed.
The ones who closed the door were the fat man's two companions. They stood in a semi-arc with weapons in hand and surrounded Fu Anan.
The fat man whose face was covered with grease from eating just now stood up and smiled smugly.
"You really don't think I can't see such a crude trap?"
Could he be so stupid
As soon as I saw this food suddenly appear, I knew there was something fishy going on.
He calmly called his companions over just to catch the turtle in the jar.
Fu Anan looked at the three of them and said, "After you kill me, have you three decided how to divide the benefits?"
"To sow discord?"
The fat man sneered.
"You don't have to worry about that."
Three people rushed towards her together. Fu Anan dodged backwards and threw a handful of chili powder at them.
This hidden weapon has been used so far, and this is the last one.
"Grass!"
The man cursed and his eyes were so stinging that he couldn't open them.
It was like a long knife stabbing into his heart, and in just a few seconds, there was one less person in the room.
The remaining two players rushed over with weapons.
However, at this moment, the things in their hands suddenly disappeared, and turned into bare fists waving in the air.
What's going on
Before the two men could react, their weapons reappeared in Fu Anan's hands and stabbed into their chests.
Looking at the three bodies on the ground, Fu Anan walked out of the room with a cold face.
It was completely dark outside.
The night wind blew with the smell of decay.
It was pitch black everywhere, with only the counter in the air standing out.
The first and third floors are all four-person players, and Fu Anan’s next target is the third floor.
She rested there for a while.
Then go down slowly.
It was dark all around and corpses were scattered all over the ground.
I looked around the second floor for a long time but couldn't find anyone. The lone player seemed to have left.
Fu Anan held the long knife, estimated the time, and went up to the third floor with the knife to the players in groups of two.
There are fewer and fewer living people.
The village became quieter and quieter.
Half an hour later, the man with a long scar on his face heard a shrill scream from downstairs on the fourth floor. He held a machete in his right hand, kicked the two bodies that had just died, and walked downstairs slowly.
Fu Anan staggered out, clutching his chest. He propped himself on the railing and suddenly spat out several mouthfuls of blood.
Facing 9 players in a row was a bit overwhelming.
There are six more people.
Lu Xuan was seriously injured by her and was not a big threat, so only the four-man team and the lone wolf were left.
After barely clearing the four people on the third floor, she didn't even have the strength to walk. Fu Anan looked at the only room downstairs with a fire, slowly moved along the wall, found a clean room, and closed the door.
She really needs rest now.
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The other side
The four players on the first floor had an iron basin in front of them. They brought in the chopped firewood from outside and ate while warming themselves by the fire.
"You guys are pretty relaxed."
At this time, an uninvited guest came down from upstairs carrying a cloth bag.
"Everyone up there is dead, and you still have the heart to warm yourself by the fire?"
(End of this chapter)