There was a dim and narrow corridor, mottled walls, and distorted murals. From time to time, one or two small insects would crawl around and drill into the holes eroded by time. Suddenly, there was a squeak, and a fat rat slowly blocked the center, staring at them with its green eyes.

The cowboy picked up the mouse by its tail and threw it at the archer woman in a frightening manner. At this time, after a long squeak, a burst of gunfire was heard immediately, and then large pieces of wall paint flew up.

The cowboy clutched his bloody hand. Some blood seeped onto the black gun, and most of it dripped onto the ground, forming a pool of blood. The fat rat had already been blown to pieces, and the splattered flesh was sticky on the ground and walls, and even on their bodies.

Suddenly, a dense mass of green dots appeared not far away, about ten centimeters above the ground. Everyone frowned, wanting to turn around and leave immediately. At this moment, the exit suddenly closed, and the angel cast a ball of light. The light ball burst out with a huge burst of energy, then slowly extinguished. In the end, the imagined hole did not appear.

One skill after another hit the door with a crackling sound, but it was of no use. Instead, it made people a little impatient. The rats that were getting closer and closer were squeaking.

The fur of the mice was shiny and glossy, and there was no odor. Each one was the size of two palms. The saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths wet their fur, and the sticky saliva dripped onto the ground and mixed with the dust. Their emerald eyes were rolling with a ferocious look.

A bow and arrow with a flame was stuck in a mouse. The bursting flames and the fishy smell of oil instantly mixed together, forming a small fireball. The shiny fur was the best combustion agent.

This was the □□. All the rats raised their upper bodies and spread out, like a wave of the sea, hitting everyone.

Ning Que watched as a 3D model appeared in the air as Sister Li. She cleverly connected all the entrances and exits, and those silly female ghosts seemed to be summoned. The closer they got to the villa, the shorter they became, and finally they shrank into a mouse. Strangely, the thinner the girl, the fatter and chubby the girl she turned into.

Ning Que and Sister Li were very busy negotiating the layout of the mirror house. He hoped that Sister Li could hold on, no, he should have hoped that the hug of love could last a little longer.

"Ah!" Hu Fenchang crushed a mouse with his bare hands, and a piece of flesh on his face was torn off by a fat mouse when he was not paying attention. With a slurping sound, the flesh was swallowed by the mouse.

Everyone had bruises on their bodies to varying degrees, and the most miserable was the angel, whose wings were torn to expose the flesh and whose hair was scratched into a mess. His once high status now seemed to have fallen from grace.

She screamed and burned the rats that climbed onto her body one by one, and her face was dotted with blood like a blooming mandala.

Endless swarms of rats came in waves, each one like a warrior who was tireless and not afraid of pain.

Hu Fenwu's stamina was almost exhausted. He was not the type with endurance, and besides, he only remembered that such large-scale attacks had only occurred four or five times in the game.

Pa pa pa.

After a round of applause, the rats disappeared completely. If it weren't for the corpses left on the ground and the wounds on his body, he would have thought that all this was an illusion.

An extremely obese woman was blocking the road, her curly blond hair clinging to her face, her eyes hidden beneath a pile of fat, and her lips painted with red lipstick. She was holding something in her hand, but a closer look revealed she was a very thin woman, her skin thin and clinging to her bones.

The cowboy touched his gun and said jokingly, "It looks a bit like pork with preserved vegetables."

One of the archer's fingers had been gnawed off, revealing the white bone. She raised her hands and said, "I won't participate in anything. Let me out!"

When Angel heard this, her eyes became sharp, and when her fingers moved slightly, the cowboy also put away his gun and raised his hand, "I'm just making up the numbers."

To be honest, he didn't care. The worst that could happen was that he would lose most of his points. The most important thing was to save his life. Who knew what kind of weird things would appear in there?

Hu Fenqi shook his hands and said in a hoarse voice, "I... quit!"

The fat woman stood stupidly in the middle, like a wooden man. The skinny woman in her arms spoke up, "Do you want to be fat or thin?"

...How should I answer this?

While they were racking their brains for a response, Ning Que, shamelessly entering the space, fell to the ground with Yiping in his arms, "Ahhhh~ Give me something, I'll advance my skills, you see I haven't gotten anything in ages. You guys promised me the money before, and you still haven't given it to me. I don't care, I don't care~, I want it back with interest!"

The situation here was still stalemate, and the situation on Hu Fen's side was also quite tense. Fortunately, Sister Li was still in a state of being overwhelmed and was trying her best to help.

"Fat!", the archer girl answered first. Her eyes had become completely transparent and her ears had become pointed, clearly looking like an elf.

There was a movement over there, and the archer girl tapped her toes, and a green star array appeared on the ground.

The air was suddenly filled with the sour smell of vomiting, like pickles soaked in the ingredients of canned herrings. Small yellow bubbles appeared in the air one by one. When they touched their bodies, they slowly merged into them, leaving only a small white empty shell.

The fat woman gradually became thinner as small yellow bubbles floated out of her body.

Everyone looked at the bubbles with vigilance. More and more yellowish bubbles appeared in the air, piling up in the entire space like yoga balls, leaving no room for people to escape.

An enormous clown appeared on Hu Fenyi's playing cards, hugging him in its arms. Bubbles adhered to the clown's body, emitting wisps of black smoke and a smell of burnt protein.

Soft branches sprouted from the formation surrounding the archer, like tiny hands popping bubbles. The cowboy, however, had no such tools, so he kept dodging, minimizing the chances of the bubbles hitting his skin, while desperately shooting at the pair of women hidden by the bubbles.

The angel reacted most strongly to the bubbles. When they were farther away from the angel, they made a crackling sound. However, maintaining such a large-scale effect must have taken a lot of effort. After all, the Guan Ze on her feathers had visibly dimmed.

But more and more yellow bubbles overlapped densely, like apple snail eggs, densely packed and crowded, causing great physical discomfort.

At this time, the cowboy's exposed skin was covered with dense blisters, and the uneven surface looked like it was hit by large and small meteorites.

His expression became strange, and after he reluctantly stuffed the □□ into his trouser pocket with trembling hands, his hands were bent like chicken claws, and veins popped out.

"Ah! It itches!" He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple sliding up and down as he scratched his hands with his nails. His nails dug into the flesh, breaking the surface of the skin. A faint popping sound followed, and pus flowed out. He forcibly lifted up the flesh layer by layer, leaving bright red flesh embedded in the cracks between his nails, and blood dripped down his fingertips.

He scratched frantically, the itch seeping into his bones, as if he was plowing his entire hand over like a field. His eyes grew wider and wider, and his hands kept shifting positions, sometimes scratching here and there, sometimes scratching my neck, repeatedly shouting, "Itch! Itch!"

The archer drew an arrow, put it on the bow, and pointed the arrow at him.

On Ning Que's side, Yiping finally lost his patience, "Alright, alright! Hurry up and get up! You're crushing me!"

"Okay!" Ning Que stood up immediately after hearing this, and even helped Yiping up, brushing off the dust on him. "Xiao Pingping, are you okay?"

"Okay, stop pretending. Let me go and I'll get it!" Yiping's tone became louder when he saw Ning Que still holding on to his clothes tightly.

"No, what if you leave?! Ask your little brother or something, a robot or something, to get it! I don't care, ahhh~"

“Okay, okay!”

Ning Que saw a metal ball in his hand and poked it, "What's the point of giving me this iron ball?"

"Ah! This isn't an iron egg, it's a controller. Place the bottom somewhere and press the red button, and it will do what you want. Hurry and go."

So Ning Que was kicked out and fell to the ground in an indecent posture. Sister Li kept her hands in the air and stared at her blankly.

"Ah, don't look at me! Pay attention to the battle!" Ning Que quickly tricked her over and then placed the iron egg on the floor.

With a dripping sound, spider-web-like dark blue lines spread out on the outer shell, and the bottom was tightly sucked to the floor, and a miniature villa was projected on it.

Sister Li stared at Ning Que with curious eyes, as if wondering why she also had this thing?

Ning Que: ...Isn't this too hasty? It's okay to have the same clothes, but it's the same skills, uh.

When her fingers touched the model, a layer of blue ripples appeared on it. When she removed the roof, she heard a three-second countdown: three, two, one.

A faint light suddenly appeared overhead, and everyone looked up at the dark sky through various narrow cracks.

Ning Que: ...It's actually true? Sorry, Xiao Pingping, I might have misunderstood you just now.

After quickly replacing the roof, she put the iron egg away, patted Sister Li, touched the mask on her face, and said inexplicably, regardless of whether she could understand or not, "Those are also pitiful people, take them back!"

A hole as wide as a fingertip appeared on the cowboy's chest, and there were still some green spots that had not completely dissipated. Blood slowly flowed out like a hot spring, slowly soaking his clothes.

The bubbles were like open mouths, desperately sucking his flesh and blood. After eating and drinking their fill, they slowly rose into the air and attached themselves to the woman's body. She sighed comfortably and uttered, "I'm so hungry!"

These words seemed to have crawled out from hell, bringing with them a chilling chill. Everyone was stunned, and this set of images emerged in the air.

A slightly plump girl in her school uniform brushed her hands over her stomach, which was rumbling slowly. She was really hungry. She hadn't eaten a single grain of rice since yesterday afternoon, constantly fighting against her body's instincts.

She even had a quarrel with her parents. Because she was hungry, she could only drink water desperately. The water in her stomach would rumble with every step she took.

She walked into the school gate step by step with weak legs and a heavy schoolbag on her back. When she arrived at the classroom door, she straightened her clothes, took a deep breath, and finally stepped in.

She lowered her head and walked silently to her seat - the last row in the lower right corner, next to the sanitary corner.

She tried to make her body smaller so as not to attract other people's attention, but it didn't work out as she wished.

"Hey, Fatty is here!" "Oh, Fatty, you squeezed out all my books from the space I gave you."

She apologized cowardly, walked sideways down the aisle, and amidst a chorus of disgust and ridicule, she finally sat down in her seat.

Days like this passed one after another, spring, summer, autumn and winter, in a cycle. Every day when she woke up, her mind was full of hunger, and all she thought about was food.

It was just another ordinary day. As I sat down in my seat amidst a barrage of malicious greetings, a man in black came out with a glittering laurel wreath around his neck.

Ning Que found herself in a fog as soon as she got downstairs. After a few steps, she found herself in a classroom. She could clearly hear mocking voices coming from inside, so she walked in openly, patted the girl sitting in her seat, and asked, "You're 1.6 meters tall and 120 kilograms. Is that considered fat?"

The girl's summer school uniform pants were rolled up to her calves, her coat was loosely draped over her body, and her hair was meticulously styled. She curled her lips and said, "I'm 1.65 meters tall and only weigh 90 kilograms. If she's not fat, then what is?"

Ning Que touched the girl's chest expressionlessly and squeezed it, "She's too thin. It doesn't feel good. She's cuter with more flesh."

The girl's face flushed red, "What are you doing? Where are you touching?"

Ning Que stepped on a boy's foot that was deliberately blocking the aisle. Ignoring his cries, he walked over to the girl, looked her in the eyes and said, "Thinness isn't the only thing; being healthy is good!"

Then he got hot-headed, touched her breast, and immediately ran out.

No, I have to leave quickly. Why is this thing in this room? I haven't found the angel yet!

After Ning Que left, the girl covered her face with her hands. Her face became hotter and hotter, turning crimson. Her whole body seemed to be smoking, and an egg could be cooked on it.

There were still greasy bubbles mixed with black mist in the air, which reminded Ning Que of exploding pearl cake for some reason.

After walking for a long time, I didn't find any stairs or corridors.

She held the iron egg in her hand, found a direction and tentatively inserted it into the air. There were two beeps, and the iron egg lit up, and a door appeared on it.

Ning Que put his hand on it and then took the door down.