"Why are we so unlucky to have met a ruthless person like Feng Qi? He has made everyone suffer from his misfortune. I am convinced by him."
"Whether Feng Qi exists or not has nothing to do with me. As a man, I am assigned the keyword of virtuous. Anyone in the simulation field will be unlucky. I am now hoping that the Qiao family can kill Feng Qi so that I can enjoy a few more days in the simulation field..."
"We share the same pain, and my key word is lingering."
"It's not impossible for you two to play together..."
"Go away, what is there for a funny guy like you to be proud of?"
…
Outside the Qiao family’s Demonic Camp.
Doug was completely confused as he listened to the strange conversation inside.
Right now.
He finally fully realized the unreliability of keywords.
Compared to being affectionate and virtuous, Wang San's yandereness can indeed be considered a very high-quality keyword.
This is really a game of luck.
He thought about it in circles for a long time, but still had no idea how a man should be affectionate and virtuous to the extreme!
No wonder Feng Zhong said that some of the useless keywords should be eliminated.
Before, he thought that no matter how useless the keywords were, they could still play a small role.
Now it seems that he was really overthinking it. Some keywords are so rubbish that no matter how hard he tries, they will be useless.
A group of people are eliminated after the seizure, and another group of people are eliminated after the seizure for various reasons. These people with junk keywords are not eligible to compete for rankings...
After much calculation, it is estimated that there will be no more than 100 people in the simulation field of 3,000 people who are truly qualified to participate in the final competition.
Can we really select talents by designing such an unfair simulation field
…
"Seventh Brother, what are you doing in there?"
Feng Zhong asked in a low voice.
After conquering Huashan, Taishan and other sects one after another, the territory of the Peacekeeping Gang expanded and Duger's attributes improved a lot.
However, the five senses and the like have not been significantly improved.
It should be the limitation of human organs that restricts the five senses from being improved so much.
The three of them did an experiment.
Doug's hearing can cover an area of one thousand meters, no matter how big or small it is, it can even determine the location by sound.
But Wang San, who ranked second in the simulation field, had a hearing range of only 200 meters.
Feng Zhong is similar to Wang San, which may be because their attributes are similar.
The gap between them is as much as five times, and they are unable to accurately locate the position by sound like Doug. What is the reason
Doug didn't ask any further questions, as some secrets are better kept in one's heart.
so.
At this time, Doug was like a human-shaped eavesdropping device. The sounds he could hear were inaudible to the other two.
They can't hear it, and those on the other side who are ranked lower can't hear it even more.
"It's nothing. There are indeed some garbage keywords in the Demon Camp. This place should be used as bait. The useful people should be in another place." Doug whispered.
"How rubbish it is, tell us so we can have some fun too." Feng Zhong said with a smile, "In every simulation, there are always many unlucky people like this. No matter how good their grades are in school, it's useless if they are assigned a rubbish keyword. Fate plays tricks on us!"
"It's just some key words like virtuous, affectionate, hardship, and fragility," said Doug.
"That's really rubbish." Feng Zhong was stunned for a moment, and said, "There are rubbish every year, but it's different every year. It's not a big deal to be assigned a rubbish keyword in the simulation field, but in the alien battlefield, if you are randomly assigned such a rubbish keyword, it will be fatal. I pray that luck will always be with me!"
"..." said Wang San, who had been silent the whole time, "Seventh Brother, let them go! They can't cause much trouble anyway, so let them enjoy themselves in the simulation field for a while longer!"
"Everyone inside wants us to die," said Doug.
"..." Wang San paused, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyelids drooped, "Then let's just kill him!"
The three were about to take action when Doug suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Feng Zhong asked.
"We don't have to do anything." Doug said.
Both of them were filled with question marks.
"Look at the ranking." Doug said.
Feng Zhong and Wang San quickly opened their personal panels.
Then.
The two were stunned at the same time. The number of people in the simulation field was decreasing rapidly. In a short while, it had dropped from 127 to 115, 108, 103... It changed almost every second.
"What are they doing?" Feng Zhong was stunned.
"Putting blame on others and improving their attributes." Doug could clearly hear the noise inside and gave the answer immediately. "There were two people in total. When one of them attacked, the other one did not move. He should be controlling the situation. The other one was imitating me and attacked from behind. Tomorrow, the Qiao family will probably spread the news that Feng Qiye attacked the Demon Camp."
"Fuck." Feng Zhong cursed.
Doug shook his head. "By doing this, we can arouse the psychological hatred of the other contestants, force the wandering contestants to join us, and make the Beggars' Sect and other martial arts sects feel insecure and increase patrols. We can kill two birds with one stone, but some useless contestants will die."
"Seventh Brother, the key words for that guy inside must be something related to cruelty and killing." Feng Zhong said.
The words haven't finished yet.
Doug had already rushed out and his figure disappeared into the night. The two men hurriedly followed.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
At this time, the person who is sent to increase attributes by killing people must be an important figure in the other team, and he cannot be allowed to escape.
…
When Duger was 80 meters away from the Demon Camp, the man guarding the camp gate reacted with a panicked look on his face. He immediately warned: "Feng Qi is coming. Come to save me."
He spoke very slowly, and while speaking he turned and ran towards the camp.
The turning movement is similar to that of a sloth.
The moment he opened his mouth, Doug's body sank, and his lightning speed suddenly dropped ten times. His running body could even be seen clearly with the naked eye.
Feng Zhong and Wang San who were following behind him were in a miserable situation. Their originally swift body movements were reduced tenfold, and their running was almost like a normal person jogging.
"Slow~" Feng Zhong's face suddenly changed, "Seventh~Brother~,~quickly~kill~him~,~his~keyword~is~slow~,~a~combat-assistant~keyword..."
"I~ like~ you~, baby~, don't run!" Wang San used the fear of tenderness at the same time.
But both of them only said half of their words and then returned to normal.
Because the guy had completed the turning movement and exposed his back to Doug, he suddenly jumped over, pierced his heart with a sword, and took his life.
Before the man died, he turned his head with difficulty, his eyes full of disbelief: "How could you die so fast?"
"Because you don't know how high my attributes are!" Doug gave him an explanation, drew out his sword, and looked at the guy who was killing people with a sword in the camp.
The man stood among the corpses, his eyes red as he looked at Doug with a look of shock: "You were not slowly suppressed..."
He didn't finish his words.
Doug had already flashed in front of him and stabbed him with his sword.
The slowness at the door taught Doug a lesson.
The keywords are weird and strange. If we kill one less person, there will be one less person left. The other party has gathered more people, and who knows what outrageous derivative skills will be born among this group of people!
An aura of tyranny emanated from the other party.
A sense of fear inexplicably rose in Doug's heart, as if the person standing opposite him was a demon who had killed countless people.
this moment.
He seemed to understand the feelings of those who were afflicted with the fear of Jiao.
The fear brought by the other party should be different from that of Wang San. At least he didn't want to escape.
The other party exudes a strange aura that looks down on everything and says, "If you dare to make a move, I will tear you into pieces."
With the help of this aura, he dodged the sword that Douge was stabbing at his heart, and chopped it down at Douge's head. He used the narrow sword edge as heavy as a machete.
Sharp!
Cruel!
It was like a violent storm rushing towards Doug.
"Good brother, how can you kill people here?" Wang San's sinister voice sounded at the right time. The man was inexplicably flustered, and his violent aura was suddenly interrupted. Douge used a sword to deflect the long sword that was slashing towards him.
Next second.
A flash of golden light cut his throat.
"Is the front side okay?" The man looked at Doug, uttered a few words with difficulty, fell to the ground unwillingly, and was eliminated.
"Seventh Brother, we came to the right place. We even have a combat combination. If we give them some time to grow, maybe we can really turn the tables for them." Feng Zhong stood beside Doug, looking at the corpse on the ground with a serious expression.
There is only one female contestant left in the Demon Camp.
She looked at the corpses on the ground, then at Feng Qi, sighed sadly, raised her hand, and forced a smile: "Feng Qi, my keyword is embarrassment. Can I live? I can sleep with you, and I can also provide you with information!"
Is it your way of using keywords to put "sleeping together" before "providing information"
It's really embarrassing!
Doug glanced at her and asked, "How many people are there in the Qiao family?"
(End of this chapter)