Chapter 1218 Promotion Game 9

Their main goal now is to find Fu Anan and Mang's other people.

In the absence of any information, the most effective way is to look through the piles of corpses encountered on the road.

There was no familiar face, nor any trace left by Fu Anan's spatial ability attack. There was no clue this time.

"Let's go."

Fu Yizhi said lightly, then chose a direction to move forward.

The other side

Fu Anan woke up immediately after sleeping for half an hour.

She twitched her ears slightly and heard the sounds of turning over corpses and talking nearby.

"It was done by a fire-type player and a metal-type player."

Fu Anan heard a young man's voice say.

"It's been over an hour now, and those two players have long gone away."

This was another companion's voice, "With hundreds of billions of player data, the S-level players' games are all arranged in clusters."

"Karl Modo, please come on."

The young man retorted, "If the S-rank players aren't arranged closer together, do you think we have a chance of making it into the top 100?"

"The target is those in the first 100."

Karl Modo replied, "If we kill a few of those people, we'll definitely be in the top 100."

Hearing this, Fu Anan, who was pretending to be a corpse, clenched her fists. The conversation between the two seemed to remind her that being ranked high didn't mean she was free from worries.

"Hey, there's a good mother here."

The one called Karl Modo suddenly shouted to his friend, "If this wasn't a game, I could just use it."

Matrix?

What the hell?

Fu Anan was lying not far from them, listening to their whispered conversation, and actually felt a bit like an alien.

Just as she was thinking, the corpse she had deliberately placed on her body was suddenly taken away. A scrutinizing gaze stared at her, making her scalp tingle.

Fu Anan tried hard to play dead, but she couldn't help wondering if she had been discovered. She didn't dare breathe too loudly, fearing that her heaving chest would be noticed.

"This one is better."

The young man poked her body with something.

Hearing this, Karl Modo walked in and his eyes lit up when he saw the person his companion was pointing at. "How many people would fight for this to be used as a mother body! Fox, you are amazing."

As he spoke, he squatted down and reached out to pinch Fu Anan's arm.

"It wasn't long after he died, but his skin was still warm and elastic. What a shame, this is just a game."

He sighed again, and his fingers slowly moved upwards. Just as they were about to touch Fu Anan's cheek, her eyes opened instantly.

"ah!"

Karl Modo was caught off guard and startled.

At this moment, Fu Anan immediately turned over and pulled out the bag buried under her body with force.

Before the two men could react, she had already pulled out a metal spear from her bag and stabbed the man closest to her.

The sharp tip of the spear pierced his heart, leaving a concave hole in Karmodo's chest, and blood gushed out of the wound.

It’s a pity that he didn’t kill the person directly.

Seeing him react and retreat, Fu Anan felt a little relieved. At this time, another young man reacted and rushed towards Fu Anan.

The two men fought back and forth, and were evenly matched.

You punch me in the face, I kick you in the gut. Forget about who's more honest, we're both trying to kill each other.

"Karl Modo, come and help!"