Chapter 838 Music and Travel 14

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Fu Anan looked at the sections of road with bright lights.

Each one is the most dangerous place.

The consequence of stepping on the wrong piano fret is that you will either fall and die, become disabled, or... fall into an abyss with no bottom in sight.

Players are more careful.

But the curvature of the road became more and more exaggerated, and Piano Grid's speed gradually increased.

It was not easy to notice at the beginning, but it became a bit difficult later on.

There were even cases of people stepping on the wrong thing and falling down and dying.

There was no time for sadness, as everyone kept their heads down and rushed forward, because they knew that if they didn't give it their all, they would be the ones to fall.

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Sweat appeared on Fu Anan's forehead.

Because she hadn't drunk water or eaten for a long time, she felt a little weak.

My throat was so dry that it stung, and the piano tiles under my feet didn't give me any chance to rest.

Fu Anan wiped the sweat off her face and took sore steps, jumping on the piano tiles. Suddenly, a row of unique piano tiles appeared in front of her.

There are four black grids, and a gift box-like object is floating in the air on each grid.

The gift boxes are all identical.

award?

Fu Anan was startled and stepped on a piece of it casually to hug the box.

Just as she was about to pick up the next box, the other three boxes disappeared and the squares turned from black to white.

Oh shit!

It's actually possible!

She pulled her leg back abruptly from mid-air, stepped on flat ground, and rolled forward.

I even broke out in sweat on my back, feeling a little scared.

The completely black block and the four gift boxes were refreshed for the people behind. Seeing Fu Anan's situation just now, they only held one obediently.

After all, not everyone has the skills and reaction ability of Fu Anan.

"What is this?" The little fat boy who has survived until now sat down on the ground, wiping the sweat from his forehead and asked.

"have no idea."

Fu Anan shook her head and opened the box casually.

There were two bottles of mineral water and a piece of whole wheat bread in it.

Just right!

Fu Anan, whose throat was about to smoke, unscrewed the mineral water bottle and gulped it down.

The little fat boy next to him licked his lips and couldn't wait to open the gift box. They both had the same thing.

Are they all the same?

Fu Anan stood in front of the square, watching the next person choose a gift box, but he didn't step out. A look of fear appeared on his face, and suddenly a big hole appeared in his chest.

A big round hole.

His eyes instantly lost their luster and he fell heavily onto the white grid behind him.

Xiaopang was scared silly.

He covered his open mouth, his whole body trembling.

It’s so, so scary!

Next, they saw three ways of death: a hole in the chest, losing the head, and being crushed into meat scraps.

Many people got food, but even more died.

These dead people are constantly refreshed like gift boxes, one after another.

Xiaopang was so scared that he almost vomited.

The bread he had just eaten mixed with mineral water rushed up his throat, and he swallowed it forcefully.

Very disgusting, very disgusting!

But the fear of death forced him to eat everything into his stomach.

The organization originally had more than 300 people, but now only has about 100 people left.

The little fat boy looked at Fu Anan who was calm beside him, and his hands kept shaking as he pulled the corner of her clothes.

Fu Anan looked over and asked, "What are you doing?"

The little fat man's body was shaking, "Boss."

"It's good that you didn't vomit." Fu Anan put his hands behind his back and praised, "The more rational people are in this situation, the longer they will live."

Just as she finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her, "Fu Anan."