[Survival time: 19:24:35]

"It hurts so much... Please kill me, I beg you..."

The cracking sound continued to extend and spread. Warm blood flowed from the shattered atrium, splattering onto the walls and leaving horrifying, gruesome marks.

The sound of vomiting blood rang out, followed by maniacal laughter. Organs and bone fragments sprayed out recklessly, all landing on Qiu Leng's face, carrying an unbearable sticky feeling and a fishy smell, becoming the last straw that broke his sanity.

"Damn it! Why! How can you stand it! Why! Fuck you!"

He let out a piercing scream, and the net of threads wrapped around his hands tightened with each distorted roar, spinning in deadly arcs that sliced ​​open his crazed smiling face.

The rosy smiling face gradually split into four pieces amidst the light and shadow, the separated flesh and blood joyfully reorganizing and reforming itself, until finally, it calmly looked at him.

A hand with only three fingers extended out. Its skin was pink, like that of a newborn baby, with clearly visible blood vessels and even the contraction of muscle lines.

Like a vengeful monster, or perhaps the Grim Reaper, a hand, thick with the scent of blood, pressed against his head, gentle and serene, causing him to kneel in the pool of blood and let out a desperate cry.

Qiu Leng was incoherent, prostrating himself before the monster, repeatedly kowtowing and begging, "Kill me, kill me, kill me."

The oxygen was nauseating, and the seeker of knowledge gave up the chance to survive, willingly plunging into the abyss.

He Yu pulled the thin thread, and silver light pierced through the top of his head, instantly slicing open Qiu Leng's head and silencing the annoying wailing.

In the silence, his eyes were still, as if he had long been accustomed to this near-self-destructive killing.

There are 27 lives left.

For the past four hours, he had been repeatedly killed and resurrected. It was a kind of reckless madness, like a gambler throwing his life at the table. He himself felt that he might lose everything sooner or later, but so far things were not too bad, and things had not become dramatic.

He Yu felt exhausted. He sat on Qiu Leng's corpse without any humanity. Anyway, the guy was already dead, yes... now he should be completely dead. No one would condemn him. There were no other voices in the darkness, only the sound of blood dripping.

After about ten minutes, the silence was broken by the ringing of the phone in his hand.

A brilliant fluorescent light illuminated his pupils, the crimson color within them unlike that of a human.

The call connected, and He Yu waited for a long time but didn't hear Long Sanshi's voice. Just as he was about to hang up, a painful voice, as if he had swallowed hundreds of nails, came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm on the fifth floor."

He Yu took a breath and realized with a hint of irony that he wasn't the only one who was lucky; his so-called partner had also survived, though he didn't know how much of a breath she had left.

So, supporting his aching legs, he walked out of the studio step by step and headed to the fifth floor.

Outside the hall, the scene was also a mess. It was raining outside the window, and it showed no signs of stopping. Staff members in uniforms lay in pools of blood, whose identities were unknown, staring blankly at the ceiling. Blood flowed from their bodies, dripping out of the broken French windows and mixing with the rain.

He Yu left a trail of bloody footprints as he slowly descended the stairs. He didn't take the elevator, which was already filled with corpses, some of which he had killed, and others probably made by Long Sanshi.

Everyone dies eventually, but to just leave in a game sounds ridiculous.

After walking for four minutes, he turned into the floor marked with number 5, pushed open the door, and stopped.

Long Sanshi lay on the ground, a huge iron pipe nailed to his chest.

He didn't know how she turned over; the tip of the iron pipe had been shoved in from behind. He Yu could imagine her face down, pinned to the ground—it was a bit comical.

"Cough cough...cough...ha..."

The panting sound was like a broken exhaust fan, which was very irritating.

Long Sanshi opened his mouth, laboriously raised his blood-stained hand, and gestured for him to come over.

He Yu glanced around the room a few times, but didn't see Chen Tianbo and Gu Yuan, so he asked, "Where are the other two?"

For a moment, Long Sanshi's pained expression turned into one of utter speechlessness. What the hell was going on? Was this man going to keep going on and on?

She pointed to the back of her head, implying that they died at the hands of Long San.

To be precise, it's inside the mouth.

"I see."

He Yu nodded and finally came in. He stopped next to Long Sanshi, squatted down and touched the blood that had already clotted, and choked out, "Rest in peace. I will eat your body and live on with your share."

Long Sanshi's eyes widened, and then she started coughing, with blood and foam constantly gushing from her throat. The sound was very strange, and He Yu was worried that she would choke to death on her own blood.

"I...I'm not fucking dead yet!"

"Your lungs have been punctured, do you have the same regenerative abilities as me?"

"What's it to you?"

He Yu thought this person had no sense of humor at all. He shrugged and sat down, guarding Long San's corpse.

[Survival time: 19:05:24]

There were still more than ten hours left before the battle royale ended, but their situation was not ideal. Who knew what strange things would pop up next? People who had died had already appeared. He Yu now felt that the nuclear bomb theory was not without basis. 252 was quite the twisted character.

"Do me a favor."

After a while, Long Sanshi reached out and pulled up his trouser leg. During this process, she coughed up a lot of blood, which was mixed with broken internal organs.

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