Chapter 283 Feeding and Food 8

This was her sixth nosebleed since she started practicing space control.

Sometimes, if I use it for a long time, my brain will hurt.

At times like this, Fu Anan would close his eyes and rest for a while.

Until that low, muffled ringing sounded.

It's time to go out to work and eat again.

Fu Anan woke up yawning and got out of bed to line up.

Today's job is to feed the sheep.

Fu Anan completed today's task and followed his companions step by step.

Suddenly, I saw a man running in panic in front of me, with several people chasing him from behind.

The man screamed for help in panic, and the people he met either seemed indifferent or curious and inquisitive.

No one, whether players or NPCs, was willing to stand up, appearing extremely indifferent.

Until a mechanical hand in the sky discovered them, hooked the man up, and punished and warned the group chasing him.

These warnings are like a joke.

Although these people will not go up for the time being, judging from their posture, it is obvious that they will not give up.

Fu Anan stood nearby and faintly heard people whispering to each other, something about "space props, players..."

The man stood in the crowd in panic, looking at the mechanical arm in the sky, as if it was his savior.

But a thousand players want to fight for one space prop.

Can these robotic arms on top really protect him all the time?

Fu Anan felt that this man might be dangerous.

Sure enough, it’s the seventh day of the game.

The man is dead.

At the window of the fifth cabin, Fu Anan watched as a robotic arm clamped the corpse's neck, rose into the air, and slowly left.

There is no punishment for killing people without being monitored by the robot.

Obviously, the player who did this was careful, greedy, vicious and bold.

This death is like a window for an outbreak.

In the following time, every one or two days, someone would die quietly.

In the morning, the body was discovered by a robotic arm and sent to an unknown location.

This wasn't even the middle of the game yet, and many players had already died at the hands of their own people.

The excessive density of players has invisibly increased the difficulty of the game.

The people in the warehouse have vaguely formed several circles, including new players, old players, and a mixture of new and old players, and these circles are getting bigger and bigger.

As for the players who did not join the faction, they were either lucky enough not to reveal their identities, or they became cannon fodder.

Fu Anan is the first part and still stands alone among the players.

As long as she doesn't admit it, I'm an iron NPC!

In order to achieve absolute similarity, Fu Anan diligently imitates the NPCs' words, deeds, and living habits every day.

She has been on hold for several days.

I eat a lot and exercise little every day, so I gained two or three pounds.

Thankfully, she found something else to do with her time.

Closing her eyes, space appeared in her mind.

Fu Anan is no longer satisfied with playing with objects in the space, she has shifted her focus to the space itself.

The space itself is a cuboid.

But it has no boundaries, only shape.

After thinking about this for a long time every day, Fu Anan inexplicably felt that this rectangular block was her subconscious concept of space, not that space itself looked like this.

Maybe she can change the shape of space?

Fu Anan, who has no entertainment tools and can only lie in bed to gain weight, challenges the impossible every day.

After relying on his feelings and trying randomly for almost a hundred times, Fu Anan really used his mind to "pull" out a small bunch of space.