Wu You stared at Zhong Yirou, and said after a few seconds: "Crow mouth."
Zhong Yirou choked on his words, "No, who would have thought so soon?"
"It must be Yang Ming's instigation." Wu You made a conclusion without hesitation, but soon he frowned again, puzzled by the development of the situation, "But you don't even have supplies, and a duel is meaningless."
An Wujiu didn't have many expressions on his face, he looked more like a well-trained artificial intelligence than a human.
"In many cases, the plundering of life is more meaningful than the plundering of goods."
An Wujiu thought, the current situation is nothing more than three possibilities:
The simplest one, Liu Chengwei's black line is connected to himself.
The second way is more roundabout, Yang Ming is the one who cursed himself.
The last one doesn't even have a black thread about who he is, but simply hates him and wants to kill him.
According to this situation, it is more like the third type. Because if it is the first two, I am afraid that when the system assigns red and black lines and duel rules, they will do it. But anyone who knows that the object of his curse is An Wujiu, it is impossible to wait until now.
But as a coincidence, the person who initiated the duel may not have thought that he happened to be the object of An Wujiu's curse.
When the rules were announced, the system had randomly assigned each of them a red line and a black line.
At that time, An Wujiu who opened the game panel saw the red line connecting the homeless Lao Yu, and the black line was the robber Liu Chengwei.
This is a very bad red and black line. Even if the crush lives and the cursed person dies to achieve the best situation, he can only add 5 points at most.
Fortunately, he still has skills that can be swapped.
If you don't have this ability, it will be difficult to turn the tables.
In the past, the door of the practice room was wide open, and everyone was present. An Wujiu walked in, and the room was bigger than he imagined. Four suspended scarlet lasers in the middle surrounded a huge area, and there were four ceiling lights on top. There were no other lights in the whole room. It's like zooming in on more boxing training grounds.
A short column stands outside the area with a circular button on it.
For such a scene, An Wujiu felt very familiar.
Teeth and hands chattered uncontrollably again.
Wu You stared at the duel threshold, "Since the total number of blood bars is calculated, the one with less will lose. Why do you have to come to the duel threshold to fight?"
"Other people have to stand in line. It seems that the person with the highest health bar will win, but even if Shen Ti, who has the highest health bar, stands up, and if he meets three or four people on the opposite side, the combined health bar will be higher than him. "Zhong Yirou sneered, "Besides, if you only count no duels and no one is injured, the cost of duels becomes very low, and it is better than anyone who will pull people. Only when you are hit on the body, until you bleed, If supplies are consumed, everyone will stand in line cautiously."
Liu Chengwei was standing on the left side of the ring not far away, as if he was ready, even his blind eye showed a fierce light.
In terms of physique, An Wujiu is lean and slender, so he is at a disadvantage in terms of weight, but in one-on-one melee combat, his weight can often provide an overwhelming advantage. Due to the lack of food and water, the energy bar on his head has begun to decrease, while the opponent is still full.
What's more, An Wujiu is seriously injured in one hand.
The holy voice appeared again.
"I have explained the duel rules before, and I remind you again that the result of the duel between players in this round of the game will not depend on your own strength and skills, but on the number of blood bars of the two parties. The side with more blood bars will Win the duel. Everyone can also choose to stand on the sidelines. The side with the less blood bars becomes the loser in the duel, and will lose one blood bar, and the winner remains the same.”
"The duel ends when the winner drains one of the loser's health bars."
This is a confrontation where the strong get stronger and the weak get weaker.
For An Wujiu, against Liu Chengwei who has 7 blood bars, if no one is on his side to increase the number of blood bars on his side, this is a duel that must be lost.
"However, during the game, your pain will be infinitely close to reality, so your skills and strength will determine the damage you cause to each other in the game, and the damage is irreversible, and you can only spend materials for pain relief and treatment. Rest assured, even if you use fatal methods such as cutting your throat to cause damage during the duel, it will not be really fatal, as long as you still have blood bars and sufficient supplies, you will not die in the game."
Standing in a line means participating in a duel in person, and you will be injured. This setting will only make other people stand in a line more cautiously, and no one wants to consume the meager medicines.
The wrist was still trembling, and the wound had only been stitched up for a few minutes, and it would definitely tear apart after a big movement.
An Wujiu began to seriously calculate that the balance in his account was enough for Zhong Yirou to perform several surgeries.
Liu Chengwei has already entered the laser arena as required. Without the right to refuse, An Wujiu also followed in. The laser lines of the arena expanded upwards and downwards at the same time, forming a wall of scarlet light enclosed on all sides, trapping them in it, and the dim room instantly became very strange.
"Before the duel begins, we will provide you with randomly assigned weapons."
A square blue holographic projection appeared in the middle of the duel threshold, with characters representing two people on it, and a blank weapon bar below the characters. Like a slot machine, the blank column scrolls, and at a certain moment the rotation starts to stop, and the weapons in the column gradually come to a standstill.
An Wujiu stared at the nail stick slowly moving up on the blank column.
It's a nice weapon, but it eventually moves up and disappears.
The weapon column freezes, and finally there is a red cross, as does Liu Chengwei's.
"There are no weapons in this duel."
"Are there any other characters joining the duel? Please choose the camp you want to go to and deposit all the blood bars on the character panel. Time one minute."
This minute was extremely long, and the duel room was eerily silent. An Wujiu didn't leave the stands, he stared at Liu Chengwei's crippled eye, thinking about the follow-up plan after losing the duel.
Time passed by, and no one made a choice.
Everyone chose to sit on the sidelines, which was the best possibility that An Wujiu had imagined.
"No one joins, An Wujiu's health bar is 3, Liu Chengwei's health bar is 7. The duel will start after a countdown of five seconds, please prepare."
The holographic projection transformed into a huge and oppressive countdown number in an instant, from 5 to 1, making people hold their breath unconsciously.
"Start now."
Blood streaks appeared on the tops of the two of them instantly, An Wujiu only had three, and An Wujiu's muscles were still in a state of paralysis, and he did not wake up. But in just a second or two, a huge fist hit his face fiercely.
His reaction was subconscious, and he didn't even know why he could react so quickly.
This punch was dodged under the prediction, and finally smashed hard on the light curtain of the duel threshold, smashing out a fragment of light particles that bloomed and recovered instantly.
Liu Chengwei felt a little unbelievable about An Wujiu's avoidance. In reality, he was a gangster, and he had countless street fights. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is experienced in this kind of one-on-one fights.
But just like that, every fist of his was dodged by An Wujiu.
Every dodging movement carries the wind.
Anger ignited his desire to win, Liu Chengwei couldn't stand the opponent not making a move at all, and even predicted his move with such a fast speed, and dodged directly.
"I'll let you hide!" Liu Chengwei roared, turned around and raised his hand to punch, but the next second his arm shook.
An Wujiu recognized his fake movements, but the moment he moved his body, he suddenly felt something wrong, as if all the muscles in his body were frozen.
I can't move.
Liu Chengwei raised his leg and kicked An Wujiu hard in the abdomen. Before the pain could drown his body, he fell backwards, leaning against the cold and hard bare wall.
That does not work.
He tried to strike, but the muscle spasms became more and more serious, and even the flesh around the cheekbones twitched for no reason. After being distracted for half a second, Liu Chengwei stepped on his injured arm and was unable to move.
Blood began to spread from the soles of the feet. Liu Chengwei's fist hit him hard. Although it was a non-weapon duel, he wore a metal exoskeleton on his knuckle joints, and attacking his already seriously injured body was simply a foul.
The falling fists were like an unstoppable torrential rain, and the fists hit the vitals without hitting others.
"Blood falls so fast..."
Liu Chengwei was really cruel.
Wu You in the audience looked at the rapidly shortening blood streaks on An Wujiu's head, and stayed in place, unable to lift his hands.
He looked sideways slightly, and saw Zhong Yirou beside him frowning, his eyes were fixed on An Wujiu at the threshold of the duel, as if he had noticed something strange.
"He has post-war stress disorder syndrome..." Zhong Yirou muttered to himself.
Wu You heard it, and took a step closer to Zhong Yirou, "What did you say?"
Zhong Yirou glanced at it, and said in a low voice, "Stress disorder. He has been slow to react before, and the speed of his speech is also very strange, accompanied by convulsions and shaking hands. I thought it might be some psychological disorder, but his evasive action just now It seems that she has been trained, and when facing a duel, her muscles tense, twitches and her spirits are weak, it is very likely that she has experienced cruel wars." She paused, "Or killing."
but…
There is another, entirely different manifestation of PTSD.
After hearing this, Wu You felt a little sympathy for this person while being afraid of him. He turned his face and looked at the two people on the stage.
This is a passive battle with no chance of winning.
As if driven by muscle memory, An Wujiu tried to block with his uninjured hand, but compared to the opponent's attack that was so violent that he couldn't see through the stitches, his muscle twitching caused him a greater obstacle.
The most frightening thing was that under Liu Chengwei's boxing, An Wujiu seemed to have hallucinations. He felt his blood flow backwards, and his beating heart became a hard lump, which was about to be ripped out of his throat.
Memory fragments flashed back and forth in front of my eyes, sharp knives pierced the waist and abdomen, broken hands and legs, intubation with medicine... The pain in the hallucination is more real and difficult than reality.
"Are you hiding? Let me see how you hide!" Liu Chengwei pulled his long hair back, forcing An Wujiu to raise his head, he laughed cruelly and contentedly, stood up, lifted An Wujiu up, and grabbed An Wujiu His neck was facing Yang Ming's direction.
"Is this the ruthless character you're talking about?" Liu Chengwei smiled contemptuously, and spat on the ground, "I don't think so."
An Wujiu was overwhelmed by the hallucinations that kept flashing back, his muscles were so tense that he couldn't do anything, he could only watch helplessly as the man in front of him consumed the last bit of blood on the top of his head.
It's all over.
Now he only has two blood bars left, which is the same as Yang Ming.
"The duel is over." Shengyin declared the result emotionlessly, "The character [robber] wins, and the loser [intern] loses one health bar."
"Please leave the duel threshold, both characters."
Liu Chengwei obviously didn't expect it to end so soon, and he didn't even feel that he had enough fun. An Wujiu was the person Yang Ming marked as the target of the game, and he described it as a bug in this survival game. To defeat such a person, Liu Chengwei gained a vanity that he had never had before.
Survival is nothing in this game.
He wants to become a master who can dominate and dominate.
"If I had known that my life would not pass so quickly, I should have tortured you slowly." He threw An Wujiu to the ground, clapped his hands, and lifted his head away from the duel threshold.
An Wujiu fell to the ground, raised his hand and slowly wiped away the blood that flowed out. He tried to control his abnormal muscles, pressed the ground with his less injured hand, and stood up with difficulty.
Unsteadily, the pale An Wujiu came out from the duel threshold.
Although the duel was much more difficult than he imagined, at least his plan succeeded in the first step.
No one spoke in the duel arena, just like when the duel started, but the expressions on everyone's faces changed.
In the quiet room, there was the sound of applause.
It's Yang Ming.
He clapped his hands with a smile on his face, and walked to An Wujiu from the dark corner of the room, appreciating his frustrated appearance with great satisfaction.
"An Wujiu, what have you experienced since the last round of the game?" Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, his slender eyes looked at An Wujiu, "Look at your current appearance, I'm afraid you will never come back again. It’s not what it was before.”
He always remembered how he spent the last ten days of nightmares, how he bowed to An Wujiu like a dog but was pushed out by him, and finally managed to survive by killing a person and stealing his points. to the end.
Now this devil-like guy in front of him actually said that he has lost his memory and doesn't remember anything.
He obviously won the game unscathed at the beginning, but entered this round but pretended to be an innocent weakling who was seriously injured and dying.
It's all An Wujiu's lies.
"It's what you said, the altar is a Darwinism Colosseum, the weak deserve to die." Yang Ming held back his anger and grabbed his chin.
"What about you now, shouldn't you follow your own creed and die?"
For a moment, An Wujiu felt something was wrong.
The loud tinnitus made him unable to get out of the hallucination.
On Yang Ming's thin face, he saw dry trees in Siberia, weird old Western words, bottles and jars soaked with organs and prosthetics on the black market, a blank, spotless circular laboratory, and a windowless place like a prison. .
The unfamiliar blue sky in the giant monitor.
The fragments of all things were grotesquely mixed together, like some kind of witchcraft, or a procedural virus, intertwined chaotically in his mind, leaving only the last trace of his own rational voice.
He woke up knowing nothing, and hadn't had time to save his mother.
Do you really want to die like this
An Wujiu's absence made Yang Ming feel humiliated to a certain extent, he sneered, "It's enough to bear the humiliation."
"Could it be that you really forgot everything?"
The wounded An Wujiu's mouth was bleeding, and he only said in a weak voice: "I really forgot. You can kill me if you want, but I'm dead... You may not win in the end."
"What did you say!" Yang Ming grabbed his collar and dragged him in front of him.
An Wujiu lowered his voice and said softly, "The mantis catches the cicada, the oriole follows..."
Yang Ming was silent for two seconds.
The heart struggled for a moment in a short time. An Wujiu who entered this round of the game became reticent and silent, and said very little, but every word made Yang Ming feel uneasy.
Is he testing his determination to kill him
Or have you already found a partner? After killing him, he is ready to take the position directly. This game is not about force. It depends on who gets the highest survival score in the end, who can keep the person you have a crush on, and get rid of the cursed person. This is the best solution.
What An Wujiu meant, could it be that he has found the person who can get the highest score under the optimal solution
who is it? Zhong Yirou? Or Ueno, or Wu You
He didn't find the answer, and he couldn't find the answer. In his anger, he pushed An Wujiu to the ground.
Although he already had doubts in his heart, he couldn't let him go so easily, at least he had to torture him.
"Otherwise, let's do this." Yang Ming knelt down towards An Wujiu, stared at his face for a long time, then turned his face and smiled and suggested to others, "Let's test whether he is really lying."
Ueno asked: "How to test?"
"Let's continue the duel. Anyway, An Wujiu only has two lives left. I don't believe that he can still pretend when he is about to die. Let's take a step back, An Wujiu really lost his memory, you are not at a loss. Ah, one less dangerous competitor and more supplies. What a deal."
The duel room was very quiet, no one objected to this cruel plan.
Just as Wu You raised his foot to move forward, Zhong Yirou beside him grabbed his arm. She shook her head silently at him.
Liu Chengwei made it clear that he had teamed up with Yang Ming, and other people might have reached a cooperation with Yang Ming in the dark. At this time, people like them who have the upper hand in force value will be new targets as long as they stand up.
An Wujiu fell to the ground, his hair was sticky with blood on the side of his face, because of the flashback of memory, his senses became blurred, and he could barely hear Yang Ming's humiliation.
"Your face should be very popular in the real world." He patted An Wujiu's face twice with his withered hands, "What a pity, I heard that after brain death, people are completely dead. Now, if you become a vegetable or something, you can still be an obedient sex doll, don’t you think?”
Hearing this, Lao Yu stopped him, "Yang Ming, you are going too far."
An Wujiu regained his consciousness vaguely and heard their conversation.
"What? Do you sympathize with him? Why didn't you stand up and mortgage your blood to him just now?" Yang Ming stood up, "I just wanted you to consume his next blood..."
Things change too fast.
The blame suddenly shifted to other people, Wu You felt that something was wrong, and said to Zhong Yirou in a low voice: "Could Lao Yu be... the person Yang Ming cursed?"
But Zhong Yirou shook his head without hesitation, and paused for two or three seconds before saying that the reason for his conclusion was, "It's because Lao Yu himself stood up." She added in a low voice, "If you want to make Lao Yu Shang, it's nothing more than It is to test whether he will stand in line, and only those who are vacillating will become his abandoned sons."
Wu You observed her expression, but said nothing.
Facing Yang Ming's decision to throw out one person again, the others were even more silent.
Even when facing an opponent like An Wujiu with only two blood bars, no one standing here wants to enter the duel threshold with him, even if he wins, he will make enemies for himself. Yang Ming took the initiative to choose one, but made the others grateful.
"Wait a minute..." Yang Ming suddenly changed the topic.
"Since you are so opposed, I will give you another chance to choose the camp you want to go to, and you won't be needed for this round."
Every word he said seemed to be cautious, but in fact it was not too far from a threat. After speaking, he turned his head and looked at a dark corner in the duel room.
"Let Shen Ti go, how about it?"