Chapter 582: The Hidden Bandage Boy
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The sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh was particularly clear.
The wizard robed figure who was trying to release a range of mental interference suddenly stiffened. He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at a blood-stained, strangely shaped bone blade protruding from his chest.
He turned around with difficulty, only to see a face covered by a black, full-coverage, hideous helmet. Two cold and ruthless red lights flashed in the narrow V-shaped gaps of the helmet's eyes.
It’s the man in black armor!
He appeared behind him at some point, abandoning the axe he usually used, and the bone blade in his hand was like the fangs of the god of death.
The light in the mage robe player's eyes quickly dimmed, and his body fell limply.
Almost at the same time, a short scream came from another direction.
A player who was running at an extremely fast speed and trying to take away a few serums and run away, his body suddenly twisted and folded strangely in mid-air, as if he was being tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand!
The "crackling" sound of bones breaking is tooth-grinding.
Yu Liu stood not far away, his hands maintained in a loose clenched position, his face expressionless and his eyes as cold as if he was looking at a bug that had been squeezed to death.
The melee was won and lost, and life and death were decided in less than five minutes.
There were several more twisted corpses of players on the ground, their warm blood mixed with the blood of NPCs, unable to be distinguished from each other.
A player with half of his face burnt and his arms twisted unnaturally stared at the remaining serum in the safe with a look of horror and unwillingness.
Finally, she gritted her teeth, grabbed two bottles of serum scattered on the corpse next to her, broke through the window, and disappeared into the shadows of the complex passages of the base without looking back.
The sturdy player covered his pierced abdomen, his face as pale as paper. He looked at the corpse on the ground, then looked at the black-armored man and Yu Liu who were standing in front of the serum like gods of death, his eyes full of fear and despair.
Finally, he let go of the weapon he was holding tightly, staggered back, and disappeared through the door - he gave up.
In the command room filled with blood, smoke and burning smell, there were only three figures left.
The man in black armor had fresh scratches and burnt marks on his heavy armor, and the hideous-looking bone blade in his hand was still dripping with sticky blood.
Yu Liu remained silent, but his breathing became a little faster and his eyes were as sharp as a knife. However, the last person still standing in the room surprised everyone.
It was the boy who was always silent, wrapped in white bandages, and looked like a mummy!
He stood quietly in the shadow of the corner, as if the bloody fight just now had nothing to do with him. But at his feet, there were several dead bodies of players.
One player's neck was twisted into an extremely strange angle, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen some incredible sight before he died.
At this moment, the one eye of the bandaged boy that was exposed outside the bandage was calm and even had a hint of clarity that was out of place in this Shura field.
Only on the dagger in his hand, which had a simple shape but an extremely sharp blade, a drop of dark red blood was slowly sliding down and dripping into the pool of blood on the ground, creating a small ripple.
It’s so hidden!
The players who survived hiding in the dark felt a chill in their hearts, and there was no hope anymore.
No one spoke, and no one tried to approach the command room that looked like a slaughterhouse.
There were only three figures left in the room, each of them silently and vigilantly collected their own portion of serum.
There was no communication, no eye contact, and no further fighting.
Because the three of them knew that it would not be easy to snatch the remaining serum from each other. Even if they won by chance, they would be taken advantage of by the secret players.
When the last dose of serum was put away, the three figures, as if with tacit understanding, each chose a direction and quickly disappeared deep into the passage of the base.
No one returned to their original room.
Because just now in order to snatch the serum, the player almost beat the dog's brain out. Now that they have torn their faces, it is not good to stay together.
At the same time, Xiao Jin, who was indoors, also heard the gunshots.
Combining the footsteps that had just left the floor, she quickly figured out what had happened downstairs. However, since she still had a lot of serum in her hands, Xiao Jin didn't plan to snatch it from others.
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The 55th hour of the black fog.
The base completely sank into the abyss of death.
Dead silence.
Absolute, suffocating silence replaced all the previous chaotic sounds.
There were no suppressed sobs, no painful groans, no feverish mumbling, and no heavy, difficult breathing... nothing.
It seemed as if everything inside the entire base that still had any trace of human presence was completely swallowed up and digested by the thick black fog.
There was only an omnipresent, strong, sweet, rotten smell that could not be dispelled, like the gas emitted by countless corpses after they decayed and fermented in a hot and humid environment, penetrating every pore.
They seeped into the cold metal walls, into the cracks in the dirty floors, and into the pores of every living person.
Every time I took a breath, my lungs felt like they were filled with rotten mucus.
Xiao Jin leaned against the cold, hard metal wall of her residence. There was no light in the room. Only the dim green light from the emergency light in the corridor came through the crack under the door, barely outlining the outline of her body.
She was in bad shape, very bad.
In order to save the limited serum in her hands, Xiao Jin could only suppress her own erosion rate to 70%. Her only goal was to ensure that she could "stay alive" to a minimum.
But the cost is huge.
My vision seemed to be covered by a layer of frosted glass that was constantly floating and greasy. Everything was blurry and there was a thick, creeping darkness at the edges.
The severe headache felt like countless red-hot steel needles stirring in her brain, and waves of dizziness could drag her into the abyss of coma at any time.
Xiao Jin felt as if her body was soaked in strong acid, and the excruciating pain everywhere was gnawing at her nerves.
From the outside, Xiao Jin's exposed skin - arms, cheeks, neck, and even thighs - were covered with large patches of disgusting sores!
The skin also rolled and peeled off like a piece of burnt paper, revealing the dark red rotten flesh underneath that constantly oozed sticky yellow fluid. One could even see the black blood vessels pulsating abnormally under the rotting flesh.
The blood vessels along her entire right arm were a horrible, spider-web-like dark purple color, extending all the way to her fingertips. Her fingers were swollen and black, and felt numb and stiff to the touch.
Every breath Xiao Jin took seemed to be burning, and his throat was filled with a strong smell of rust and some kind of sweet smell of corruption.
This was the first time she truly felt the side effects of being exposed to the poison gas.
It was like a corpse that was rotting from the inside, yet still stubbornly maintaining a trace of consciousness.
Xiao Jin held the purified serum tightly in her hand. The cold wall of the tube passed through her palm bit by bit, bringing her a moment of clarity.
Today is the last day of the game.
Xiao Jin hasn't eaten for a long time.
Her esophagus and stomach could no longer support her basic energy intake. Fortunately, she could still drink water, otherwise Xiao Jin was afraid that she would have starved to death before being poisoned.