An Wujiu was not surprised by Yang Ming's move.
For him, when his health bar is at the bottom, a person with high force value but low survival value has only one use, which is to become his weapon in a duel.
There is more than one way to form a camp. In addition to temptation, there is also coercion.
Now almost all the advantages of the audience are concentrated in his hands alone. Liu Chengwei is already in the front line alone. The conversation with Ueno in the corridor just now was also seen, and it is likely to be nepotism.
A timid and cowardly character like Ueno should have been the kind of person Yang Ming paid the least attention to, but he was willing to meet him in private, and it was more likely that there was a red line relationship between them.
But it is still unknown who is secretly in love with whom.
It is obvious that Lao Yu and Shen Ti, who were pushed out by Yang Ming regardless of life and death, have a high probability of not having a red and black line relationship. If there is, it can only be a black line.
Even if Shen Ti turns his back on the water and chooses to duel with Yang Ming, Yang Ming with 3 health bars, Liu Chengwei with 7 health bars and Ueno with 5 health bars will have a total of 15 health bars, which is almost twice the number of blood bars Shen Ti has.
Shen Ti is a smart person who is very good at hiding, so he won't do this.
"Why? Don't you want to?" Yang Ming took a step closer to him, "Don't you also sympathize with him? Like his face?"
Shen Ti shrugged and walked out of the darkness humming a little tune.
Seeing him stand up, An Wujiu's mood hardly fluctuated.
Although they had just been together on the porch of the lounge for a while, it was a battle for survival after all, and even the closest friends would go hand in hand, let alone strangers who met by chance.
It is never wrong to be wise and protect yourself.
Shen Ti brushed past An Wujiu who barely stood up, jumped straight into the red duel threshold.
The corners of Yang Ming's mouth curled up, and there was an unconcealable contempt in his eyes. He glanced at An Wujiu, staring at his innocent and kind face, his eyes turned cold.
"Today's duel threshold belongs to you."
An Wujiu slowly stepped into the scarlet duel threshold, and stood opposite Shen Ti. After clearly realizing the fact that no one will help him, he actually felt a little relieved.
The Avalokitesvara on the mechanical mask still had that compassionate look. Shen Ti turned his head, shook his hands again, and sat down to warm up very seriously.
An Wujiu didn't move at all.
"I'm going to be beaten again." Wu You's voice was very low and her tone was complicated. He looked at the complete eight blood bars above Shen Ti's head.
This is only the first day.
At this moment, Wu You really understood Zhong Yirou's words. If there was no duel and only the calculation of the number of health bars was used to determine the outcome, there might be people who would be willing to bet the only 4 health bars on An Wujiu as a favor. Wu Jiu is really as strong as Yang Ming said, maybe he can stand in the same team.
But in a real fight in this duel, one would be injured and bleed, and the others didn't have much medicine, so rushing up to stand in line would only ask for trouble.
What's more, Shen Ti is on the opposite side now, Wu You has a reason why it is absolutely impossible to stand on the opposite side of him.
"Are there any other characters joining the duel?"
The system asked questions, and Wu You looked around. Only Lao Yu seemed to want to participate, but he hesitated for a long time.
"Can I go back on my word after joining?" Wu You asked this question for him.
The system replied, "If you choose to join, you will determine the camp, and you cannot go back and forth. Please make your decision carefully."
"Understood, I won't join." After Wu You answered, seeing Lao Yu's foot also took it back.
Perhaps the red line connected the people in the duel threshold, but from his own point of view, it could only be connected with An Wujiu.
But in the current situation, even if they want to help, there are too many people on the other side, and the duel is doomed to suffer.
"Confirm that no other characters are involved."
After declaring that the duel threshold is closed, a weapon selection bar appears above, and the fate of the two people scrolls in a small grid, and freezes after a few seconds.
"This round of weapons, Shen Ti: long knife; An Wujiu: steel rod."
In an instant, blue data fragments appeared in front of the two at the same time, and these fragments gradually merged into their respective weapons.
Seeing Shen Ti's long knife, An Wujiu's hands began to tremble again, what's more, his breathing was also obstructed.
Liu Chengwei in the audience taunted mercilessly, "An Wujiu, you might as well just stand there and let Shen Ti slash you a few times, save some energy, or you won't even be able to get out of this house."
"This duel—"
The two raised their hands to hold their own weapons.
Before Shengyin announced the start, Shen Ti in the duel threshold directly stretched out both hands and raised them high for a pause.
"Wait a moment."
He opened his mouth for the first time.
This strange behavior made everyone present confused, only Zhong Yirou opened his eyes wide.
"Good guy, you're really not dumb."
An Wujiu was very puzzled, but Shen Ti in front of him had already walked in front of him, he suddenly became defensive, he did not expect that the other party stretched out his arms towards him.
"Hug me." The masked Shen Ti said with a hint of a smile, his voice was low and sweet, which made An Wujiu feel at a loss, "Friendship comes first and competition comes second."
He was bruised all over and was gently hugged by Shen Ti. The other party was a head taller than him, and when his arms wrapped around him, he was completely wrapped in his arms, and he patted his back lightly with those black-gloved hands.
It was normal at first.
Then suddenly something went wrong.
At a certain moment, An Wujiu's heart felt an unprecedented pain, as if being directly pierced by a sharp chainsaw, rotating at a high speed, the heart was drilled into a bloody mess.
Shen Ti's breath still lingered like a ghost.
"I'll do it quickly."
It was as if his chest had been torn open by something, and when it was dug out, the internal organs were exposed to the air. This was completely different from the previous wrist injury. He could clearly feel every bit of pain, just like a living person.
Seeing An Wujiu's abnormal expression, Shen Ti was puzzled for a while.
But only for a few seconds.
In the half a second that An Wujiu was submerged in pain, he who had been friendly and hugged him a moment ago launched a sneak attack decisively, and the handle of the long knife slammed on An Wujiu's uninjured wrist.
The pain and muscle reaction caused the steel rod tightly held in An Wujiu's hand to fall, Shen Ti raised his toes, the steel rod rebounded upwards, was held by his hand, and then thrown back.
With a bang, the steel rod landed where An Wujiu couldn't touch.
The weapon was collected, and every move Shen Ti made next almost drove An Wujiu to a dead end, kicking sideways and slashing sideways, the blood bar on An Wujiu's head was cut down extremely quickly.
"It's so powerful." Ueno whispered.
"Strange..." When everyone was amazed, through the scarlet light curtain, Zhong Yirou showed a thoughtful look, "You beat so hard, why didn't you use a knife?"
Although Shen Ti's attacking rhythm is very fast, it is different from Liu Chengwei's deadly moves. He doesn't seem to intend to kill An Wujiu.
The pain made An Wujiu's body sluggish, and he was forced to back up again and again, unable to breathe. He didn't understand why, he didn't feel pain when he was attacked by Liu Chengwei before.
Blood oozes again from the previous wound, dripping onto the floor drop by drop.
Enduring the severe pain as if his heart was peeling off, An Wujiu tried to block, but one hand was too short for both arms, his eyes estimated the distance, An Wujiu guessed that he was almost forced to the light curtain without looking back.
Once he really leaned his back, he had no room to spare.
An Wujiu raised his hand and punched, Shen Ti was about to withdraw his leg to catch the blow, but he caught nothing in an instant, it was just An Wujiu's feint. The upper abdomen was kicked by An Wujiu, and the opponent got away in an instant, dodging behind Shen Ti.
Suddenly, his neck was encircled by An Wugui with a single arm. The strength of the arm was beyond his imagination, and he almost suffocated for a moment, "Wait, wait, I can't breathe! Cough! Cough cough..."
Is the left hand also a mechanical skeleton
An Wujiu ignored him, the strong smell of blood spread in the air, he kicked Shen Ti's right hand, forcing him to let go of his fingers, the long knife fell to the ground, and made a buzzing metallic sound.
An Wujiu predicted that Shen Ti would elbow, because he was not a strong type, so he took a step back and prepared to drag Shen Ti down, but unexpectedly, Shen Ti grabbed his left hand and fell back. He smashed the seriously injured An Wujiu to the ground.
But he didn't have another hand to stop Shen Ti's counterattack.
The fall made his whole body vibrate like metal, the eardrums were about to be shattered, and An Wujiu's heart throbbed again.
His back was completely wet with sweat.
"There is only the last trace of the blood bar." Ueno was in a cold sweat, and only wanted to pray that he would never enter this terrible duel threshold, "It will be cleared again."
The next counterattack point...
The closest to them was Shen Ti's long knife.
But this intention was discovered by Shen Ti at the same time. He squatted down quickly, grabbed An Wujiu's long hair the moment he tried to reach out sideways, and picked up the long knife.
Shen Ti turned his wrist a few times, and his long black hair wrapped around his wrist like a vine. With a firm tug, Shen Ti pulled An Wujiu into his arms and bumped into him.
His chest is the vast horizon, An Wujiu's heart is the dying sun, beating wildly and vividly.
Trying to make the final sound.
Could it be that An Wujiu is really a fragile ordinary person.
Let alone the last trace of blood.
He raised his long knife.
But in the next second, the knife in his hand and the person in his arms...
are gone.
There was severe pain in the wrist, and with a click, Shen Ti's wrist was broken and dislocated. The next moment, he felt his tensed left hand suddenly relax.
The long black hair that was tightly held in the hand was cut off in unison.
Raising his head, Shen Ti saw that the guy who was only one step away from the corner returned to a safe distance. The other party lowered his brows and eyes, and his fluttering hair slightly covered his cheeks.
He heard the sound of sobbing, and saw the corners of the man's eyes turned red from tears, the blood vessels under the skin burst, and the red neck turned the flowers on the side of the neck into pink peonies.
Why are you crying.
An Wujiu's tears fell beautifully, transparent teardrops slid to the corners of her mouth, dripped into blood stains, pale lips and jawline, everything was just right, even the frowning brows had a delicate sense of fragility.
"Okay... it hurts." He said in a dull tone, slowly raised the back of his left hand, and wiped away the tears from his cheeks.
Only at this time did Shen Ti feel the intense pain in his wrist, but he couldn't let go of his fingers, tightly clutching An Wujiu's severed hair.
"very painful."
It's just three words, but his tone has completely changed.
In an instant, everyone realized something was wrong.
A cultist-like crazy smile on that clean and pretty face. He was holding Shen Ti's long knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife was aimed straight at his throat.
"You like my hair so much?"
"Give it to you as a souvenir."
An Wujiu laughed nervously and couldn't stop, his eyes were half covered by his disheveled hair.
This laughter seemed to be not a laugh, but the sound of fingernails scratching on the metal, which was creepy.
This sudden change did not surprise Shen Ti, and even surprised him a little. He stared at An Wujiu, seeing blood dripping from his chin.
Nosebleed.
An Wujiu also realized it, he raised his hand and wiped off the blood with the back of his hand, the red blood directly touched his cheek, but he was still smiling, "I'm sorry, I seem to be like this when I get excited."
Then his smile stopped for a moment, and he wiped away the remaining tears in the corner of his eyes with his bloody left index finger. His tone was gentle, even with a little flattery that the weak are used to.
"Speaking of which, what does my kind look look like? Do you still like it?"
He raised his wrist.
Everyone outside the threshold of the duel held their breath.
In the next second, the provocative tip of the knife cut the tie, and Shen Ti's button fell down, rolling to An Wujiu's feet mixed with blood.
"I'm so annoying. It's weird, how did I end up like that?"
The smile on his face stopped, he took a deep breath of the fishy-sweet air, exhaled, and blew away the hair blocking his eyes, "Maybe he's sick."
After finishing speaking, An Wujiu bit the end of the thread with his teeth, pulled it hard, and pulled the suture of the wound tight with a deadpan face. The blood trickled down the white arm and fell to the ground drop by drop.
But he didn't even frown.
"It took me 10,000 holy coins to fix it, it's very expensive to sew it again." An Wujiu stared at the wound and muttered to himself.
Shen Ti stared at him.
This person is just as I thought, very wrong.
Still want to try. But before he could make a move, An Wujiu predicted his next move.
"Call later." He also made a pause gesture, and then used his left hand to brush his hair, as if he was tidying up his image, and then took a few steps forward, looking at the people on the sidelines through a bloody light curtain, Wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his blood-stained hand, he grinned a friendly smile, "Do you have any cigarettes?"
Everyone froze in place.
An Wujiu in front of him seemed to be a completely different person.
The face was no longer eternally peaceful, it was now filled with dramatic liveliness. With the blood on his head, he was begging for cigarettes like a madman at the moment of life and death.
But his face and body didn't change at all, it was still the same An Wujiu before, even his memory was consistent.
For some reason, Ueno, who was closest to the duel threshold, took half a step back in fright, and replied stammeringly: "No, no, Mr. An."
Looking across the crowd, An Wujiu showed a disappointed expression on his face, "None..." He pursed his lips, "Where are the electronic ones? Amphetamines? It really doesn't work, cocoa butter is just fine."
Zhong Yirou noticed that his speaking speed was different from before, becoming smooth and fast.
Silence and backing off were the only answers An Wujiu got. He felt bored and rolled his eyes irritably, "There is nothing to exchange for it, a bunch of poor..."
Before finishing speaking, An Wujiu turned around abruptly, dodging Shen Ti's attack as if he had a prophetic ability.
The steel rod smashed hard on the closed light curtain of the duel threshold, and the data grid shattered like broken glass, and quickly recovered amidst the hissing sound.
At this moment, An Wujiu finally faced the opponent in front of him.
He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, as if remembering something, he walked towards Shen Ti, "Oh, I almost forgot, you just told me to make a quick decision, right?"
The corners of An Wujiu's mouth curled up, An Wujiu's peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons. He walked around, walked around behind Shen Ti, leaned close to his left ear and explained to himself in a low voice: "I'm sorry, something is wrong with my brain, it doesn't work well."
The smile in his tone was creepy.
The next second, An Wujiu came to Shen Ti's back, pressed the tip of the knife against his spine, and asked an irrelevant question with that childlike expression, "By the way, have you guys watched horror movies? "
"I really like to watch it, especially in that kind of virtual reality theater, it's very exciting, you can feel that ghost is behind you." An Wujiu even trembled, as if thinking about it felt scary.
"Wearing a mask," he stretched out his finger, and his fingertips slowly brushed across Shen Ti's right shoulder, "Do you know... what is a time-tested technique used in horror movies to scare the audience?"
The entire duel room was unbelievably quiet.
An Wujiu leaned close to Shen Ti's right ear, and said the answer by himself.
“Jump scare.”
After finishing speaking, An Wujiu suddenly stretched out two hands, put on a frightening expression, and made a sound imitating a wild animal, but it was not scary at all, even a little cute.
Shen Ti was naturally not frightened by him.
"How is it?" An Wujiu walked back to Shen Ti step by step, with his hands behind his back, "Do I imitate it?"
"Like what?" Shen Ti's voice was gloomy.
An Wujiu smiled, "Your sneak attack just now, isn't it cute? I haven't encountered such a cute sneak attack for a long time."
A children's version of jump scares.
He laughed non-stop, like a child being amused by a comedian's tricks, his hands holding the weapon were hanging down, slack and defenseless, while laughing, he said to Shen Ti: "Seeing that you are so cute For sake, let me teach you..."
Just when everyone didn't know how to react, An Wujiu's smile disappeared instantly.
"What is the real jump scare."
With a flash of cold light, the silver long knife strikes out with completely irresistible force and uncapturable speed.
He raised his hand and slashed fiercely at Shen Ti's head.
crack.
Cracks shattered.
Snapped-
The false Avalokitesvara image produced with biochemical materials and machinery shattered in half and fell to the ground, followed by an extremely handsome face.
An Wujiu stared at him with surprise in his eyes, but his expression was so innocent.
"Ah, did it scare you?"
"I'm so sorry, I was just curious about what you look like from the first moment I saw you."
His short black hair was disheveled due to the battle, and was stuck to his forehead with sweat. His skin color was slightly darker than An Wujiu's. The coral bead earrings are dangling, and the whole person exudes a strong sense of alienation.
The most unique is the pair of eyes, the color of the pupil is between tsavorite and patoite, which is a kind of transparent and subtle blue-green.
Humans often like to carve the gods they believe in like this.
The corners of his lips curled up, An Wujiu glanced at Shen Ti's long hair, which was still clenched tightly, and the gleaming knife pointed upwards slowly along the line of Shen Ti's side face, like grinding.
"Chinese people value reciprocity, you took my hair..."
"Should I give me a pair of eyes?"