So that's how it is!
Fu Anan looked towards the sections of road where there were bright lights.
Every bright spot is the most dangerous place.
The consequence of walking on the wrong piano fret is either falling and dying or becoming disabled, or falling into an unfathomable abyss, like the person we saw before.
Players are more careful.
But the curvature of the road became more and more exaggerated, and the speed of the piano grid became faster and faster.
It was not easy to notice at the beginning, but it became difficult later on.
There were even cases where people stepped on the wrong step and fell down and died.
There was no time to be sad, everyone kept their heads down and rushed forward, because they knew that if they didn't go all out, they would be the one to fall.
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Sweat appeared on Fu Anan's forehead.
Because she hadn't had any water or food for a long time, she felt a little weak.
My throat was so dry that it hurt, and the piano tiles under my feet didn't give me any chance to rest. The speed was so fast that it made me dizzy.
Fu Anan wiped the sweat off his forehead and jumped on the piano tiles with his sore legs.
This section is almost over!
Just as she was thinking about it, a row of unique piano tiles suddenly appeared in front of her.
There were four black grids, and on each grid there was something like a gift box floating in the air.
The gift boxes are exactly the same.
award
Fu Anan was startled and stepped on a piece of it casually to hug the box.
Just as she was about to pick up the next box, the other three boxes disappeared and the squares turned from black to white.
Oh shit!
It's actually possible!
She pulled her leg back abruptly from mid-air, stepped on the ground with one foot, and rolled forward.
I even broke out in sweat on my back and felt a little scared.
The completely black block and the four gift boxes were refreshed for the people behind. Looking at Fu Anan’s situation just now, they only held one obediently.
After all, not everyone has the skills and reaction abilities of Fu Anan.
"What is this?" The little fat boy who has survived until now sat on the ground, wiping the sweat from his forehead and asked.
"have no idea."
There were two bottles of mineral water and a piece of whole wheat bread in it.
Just right!
Fu Anan, whose throat was about to smoke, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and gulped it down.
The little fat boy next to him licked his lips and opened the gift box impatiently. They both had the same thing.
Are they all the same
Fu Anan stood in front of the square, watching the next person choose a gift box, but he didn't step out. A look of fear appeared on his face, and suddenly a big hole appeared in his chest.
A big round hole.
His eyes lost their luster instantly and he fell heavily onto the white grid behind him.
Xiaopang was frightened.
He covered his open mouth, his whole body trembling.
It’s so, so scary!
Next, they saw three ways of death: having a hole in the chest, losing the head, and being crushed into meat scraps.
Many people got food, but even more people died.
These dead people are constantly refreshed like gift boxes, one after another.
Xiaopang was so scared that he almost vomited.
The bread he had just eaten mixed with the mineral water rushed up his throat and he swallowed it forcefully.
Very disgusting, very disgusting!
But the fear of death forced him to eat everything into his stomach.
The organization originally had more than 300 people, but now only has about 100 people left.
The little fat boy looked at Fu Anan who was calm beside him, and pulled the corner of her clothes with trembling hands.
Fu Anan looked over and asked, "What are you doing?"
The fat boy's body was shaking, "Boss."
"It's good that you didn't vomit." Fu Anan patted his shoulder and praised him, "The more rational people are in this situation, the longer they will live."
Just as she finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her, "Fu Anan."
Good night everyone~
(End of this chapter)