Service.

Perhaps because "death" has never been considered in the dictionary, Rong Xiao is different from ordinary people who have seen and learned about "death" since childhood. She does not have the fear and worry of ordinary people about this word.

Without the interference of death, she would never consider how terrible the consequences would be when doing things. She would just be like an addicted game player, with her mind full of challenges, victory and passing the levels.

The two people outside were still chatting, and through the half-transparent glass, you could see that their cigarettes were already half empty.

Rong Xiao tried to break free from the restraints on his hands and feet, but the restraints were too strong and it was impossible to break free by brute force alone.

This approach didn't work, so she looked at the scalpel in the box not far away, concentrating her energy and trying to move it into her hand.

His body was also affected by the drugs, he felt weak and sore, his concentration was not as focused as before, and his proficiency in using his skills had also significantly decreased.

Rong Xiao could clearly feel that his body and willpower were on the verge of instability.

There's no time.

The two people outside the door might stay here once they come back from smoking, and it would be almost impossible to escape at that time.

She had no second chance and had to use her supernatural powers to cut the restraints before they came back.

The scalpel in the box swayed in the air under Rong Xiao's control, like a kite being pulled, sometimes up and sometimes down, fluctuating in the air extremely unstably.

The table was filled with metal objects. If the knife fell, it would definitely make a noise and attract the two people outside.

Rong Xiao held her breath. The excitement made her blood boil, and even the sound of her heartbeat became particularly clear in her mind.

The scalpel finally left the table and slowly moved towards her.

She exhaled slowly, and in the blink of an eye, the scalpel suddenly lost control, and its silver shadow fell towards the metal box on the table.

The rapidly descending scalpel paused in mid-air again.

It stopped steadily at a distance of less than one centimeter and then rose back up shakily.

Rong Xiao looked at the uncontrollable scalpel and suddenly thought of the display on the game console in his dream.

If the information and data in the dream were true, then she was only 14 zombies away from upgrading her superpowers!

If her powers were upgraded, her proficiency and control would become stronger and more skilled.

Teacher Mosaic was also a part of the dream, but he actually gave her a lot of help, allowing her to understand the world and strive to survive in the apocalypse; the content on that weird-looking game console might also be useful.

Discovering room for improvement is the happiest thing for Rong Xiao. When playing games, one also needs to constantly upgrade the character to have a chance of winning.

The wobbly scalpel came to her hand, and as if it was at its limit, it quickly fell beside her hand and slid out along the operating table.

Rong Xiao gritted his teeth, turned his wrist outward with force, and in a flash, he used two fingers to firmly grasp the scalpel that was about to fall.

The breathing that had been held for a long time finally returned to normal. Rong Xiao slowly moved the scalpel towards the palm of his hand, his eyes constantly paying attention to the situation at the door. He successfully grasped the scalpel in his palm and could cut the wrist restraint in the opposite direction.

"It's almost time, go in. If you wake up early..." The door was pushed open a crack, and the voices at the door suddenly became louder.

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