The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the bones found a shelter and rested for a while.
Luo Ye's appearance touched him a lot. He clearly realized that he could not be Luo Ye's opponent at all, but the game was not over, he didn't want to give up so easily.
A rain came in a hurry, and then left in a hurry, leaving only the wet mud. The sun has long disappeared, and the entire island is shrouded in a strange smell.
At first, the bones wondered where the smell came from, but he soon understood that it was the smell of moist, charred corpses.
He closed his eyes and rested for a while, but never dared to sleep. After drinking enough rainwater, he chose to start again. He tucked the sharp military dagger back into the scabbard, and the sweat from his palm fell silently, melting into the damp and cold air.
The dagger on his body was specially designed by Qi Han according to his description. The handle is very handy, the weight of the blade is just right, and the balance of the blade makes him very comfortable. Qi Han also deliberately asked the craftsman to add a lot of gorgeous blood grooves and patterns on the blade to make this murderous dagger look like an exquisite work of art.
Everyone praised it for its beauty, because they had never seen it stained with blood. And he hadn't experienced this kind of excitement for a long time.
Although Luo Ye had left him and didn't feel the suffocating feeling anymore, he still couldn't fully recover from the shock in his heart.
The evening is when people are weakest. He carefully searched the trail of other death fighters along the road. He saw some fresh internal organs scattered all over the ground. He was a certain death fighter who had just eaten "dinner".
The two arms of the poor "food" had been chewed and only bones were left. The other parts are still intact lying on the volcanic rock and continue to scorch.
It seems that this is the source of the taste that has always invaded him.
Following the broken footprints on the ground, he chased up without hesitation. At this moment, he felt that death was walking with him, and he suddenly felt relieved. Perhaps, from the beginning, he was not afraid of death, but this involuntary involuntary.
In the Hall of the Day, the number of death fighters displayed on the big screen has dropped sharply to single digits, but the enthusiasm of the distinguished guests has not weakened, but has risen even more. Everyone is paying attention to the statistics of death fighters in order to be able to Make a right bet.
In the end, there are only three names left on the big screen: bone, long legs, and Luo Ye. The total number of bone kills topped the list, as many as thirteen people, while the long legs only killed four people. Luo Ye’s data was zero—the technicians didn’t capture the shot of Luo Ye taking the knife, so they took the gun. The head of the death fighter was counted on the bones.
Qi Han was not satisfied with the results before him. Although Bone's performance today was perfect, he did not use genetic medicine, so the final outcome was somewhat uncontrollable. As the owner of Paradise Island, he doesn't like this feeling very much.
As the number of deathmatches decreases, the bets of the VIPs are getting higher and higher. Most people charged Qi Han's death fighter bones, and some wanted to be upset and charged long legs, but no one charged Luo Ye.
After all, Luo Ye didn't have any information for them to understand except for a name.
The more no one bets, the higher the odds of the afterimage. The higher the odds, the more itchy the VIPs.
Awang Qihan said, Master, what should we do if our bones can't beat Luo Ye? "
"I have the final say on Paradise Island," Qi Han said coldly. As long as the bones get rid of the long legs, and then last tonight, I can announce the end of the game and calculate the result according to the head. At that time, even the prince will be able to What kind of me? "
"Island Master Qi is right." A loose-skinned man walked with a smile on his face and stretched out a fleshy hand, "I am the owner of long legs—"
Qi Han glanced at him coldly from the corner of his eye, but did not stretch out his hand.
The long-legged owner quickly shrank his hands, and realized that he was not qualified to shake hands with Qi Han. He whispered that I was here to congratulate Island Master Qi. "
"Congratulations?" Qi Han hummed a few from his nostrils.
"Yes, yeah," the long-legged owner made a flattering ugly again. He hated and scared Qihan, but was eager to please, "Congratulations on winning the deathmatch again."
"Huh, the game is not over yet—" Qi Han said with a sneer.
"But for me, it's over." The long-legged owner said respectfully. I bet all my funds on the bones, betting that he can win. "
Qi Han blinked, "Interesting, you said you are the owner of long legs?"
"Yes it is."
"Then you want to bet on the opponent?" Qi Han asked.
"Because I have told Long Legs, I must persist until the end, so that I can have a chance to talk to the Island Master Qi, of course, I must also lose to the bones, so that I can be with the Island Master Qi." The owner of the Long Legs smiled. Said.
"Hahaha," Qi Han laughed, "Very well, you are very smart. So, I don't have to worry about the result of the game at all?"
"Of course." The owner of the long legs promised to ask the owner of Qi Island to take 10,000 hearts. "
As I was talking, I heard someone yell and look quickly, the bones are about to enter the ambush of long legs! "Qi Han immediately turned his attention to the big screen.
The bones are walking on a path leading to the top of the ridge. The path is narrow and steep, and the gravel under the foot will loosen, as if it would collapse without a foot.
There was only a hint of orange light left in the dark sky, like a big mouth sneering at him, mocking his stupidity.
He did make a serious mistake. He killed too many people today. In a deathmatch, killing is not a mistake, but it is a mistake to keep killing. He was so tired that he almost collapsed.
In fact, there is no difference between killing a person and killing another person. It seems that the numb is not ending a life, but is skillfully disassembling a doll.
But he was a human being after all, and his physical strength was almost exhausted in all sorts of struggles. This is very unfavorable for him, especially the closer to the end of the game, those who are still alive must be more dangerous opponents.
But he doesn't care, numbness can at least make him breathe through, and fatigue can at least make him stop thinking.
He followed an obvious trace and climbed to the top of this blade-like ridge, but there was no death fighter. He sighed heavily, and then sat down on the floor.
In front of him is a cliff, and beyond the cliff is a rocky, bottomless sea. The smoke covered the sea, forming a thick gray screen, hiding the turbulent tide under its veil, leaving only the slow and unstoppable roar of hitting the mountain wall.
There is no way to go. This seems to be the end of the world.
From time to time, this gray smoke would also show a few bright spots of blood red, as if a big fire suddenly ignited on the surface of the sea and then suddenly went out. Bones guessed that it was caused by lava traveling through the gray fog.
Suddenly, a burst of dizziness flooded into his blood, all of his perception seemed to have changed in an instant, and even the whole world suddenly appeared very small, and he could almost see the end with the naked eye. The dizziness became stronger and stronger, and the bones stood up hard, wanting to leave this strange place as soon as possible, but he felt that the soles of his feet were soft, as if the whole world was like a slowly retreating animal, but on the animal's fur. It's the same as walking.
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