"You truly deserve to be called the chosen one."

The attacker was pinned under a rock by Shekh's tail, and Li Jin followed up with a bomb, effortlessly taking the kill, which was extremely enviable.

Li Jin picked up the props that had fallen to the ground and handed them to Shi Jinzhe, saying, "I really didn't mean to steal your points..."

If he had known this was a bomb, the final blow would have definitely ruined Shi Jin. He just wanted to survive, leaving the outcome to fate. This was completely an unexpected success.

Shi Jinzhe didn't stand on ceremony and took out a lighter and a candle from the pile of props. "Luck is also a skill. There's no such thing as intentional or unintentional."

He walked towards Shekh and took out clothes from his spatial storage.

Shekh had reverted to her half-human, half-snake form, wearing only a thin purple dress that looked freezing.

He draped his coat over her shoulders, then put his arm around her shoulder and walked out.

I didn't feel cold when we were fighting, but now that everyone's scattered, that freezing, prickly feeling all over my skin has suddenly come over me.

Li Jin followed him away, telling Shi Jinzhe on the way that there were still several players waiting at the door.

Shi Jinzhe looked away from the location screen: "I saw it, I'll pack it all up in a bit."

Free points are free points, and nobody complains about having too many.

The drafty airport made everyone shiver. Shi Jin folded his wet clothes to quickly draw away the heat, and putting himself in others' shoes, he bent down and asked Sheh, "Are you cold?"

"It's not cold."

"Tsk." Li Jin shook her head from behind, "Sister, you should say you're cold. How can he hug you if you don't say you're cold?"

Shech glanced down and said, "I didn't say that he was hugging me too."

Li Jin was speechless at her tone of "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Upon closer inspection, I realized that the hand had been gripping me tightly all along.

They even asked if I was cold, but I don't know who was cold.

Actions speak louder than words.

The three terminals were all dilapidated, one after another. After picking and choosing, he found a place where he could still stay and quickly changed out of his wet clothes.

Sheikh followed him into the narrow fitting room without saying a word, like a ghost haunting him.

"Your blood." Shekh didn't know how to describe the feeling he had just experienced.

It was a strange feeling, like she had been completely satisfied in an instant. Now, smelling the blood up close, she was craving it again, and her two venomous fangs were almost popping out.

"I want more, is that okay?"

"But I'm very dirty, as you can see."

Shi Jinzhe changed clothes three times during the game, each time just wiping them with wet wipes or rinsing them with water, getting them covered in blood, dirt, and water.

Sheikh stared at his back, the healed red marks etched on his straight back, with slight bulges.

"Then wait until we get out."

"You've learned to use my words against me now."

Shi Jinzhe put on his clothes, put on his coat, and turned around. Shehe leaned against the door, watching intently.

"What are you doing blocking the way?"

"You haven't promised me what will happen after I leave."

Shekh was annoyed by his way of speaking. He would just say "yes" or "okay," but instead of explaining things in one word, he would use a vague and unclear way of saying things that she had to guess.

Shi Jinzhe: "Fine, how could I refuse?"

Fighting is so tiring, but all he has to do is donate some blood. That's easy to satisfy, since he has plenty of blood anyway.

Shekh was being led backward by his arms as he walked out. "Then give it to me as soon as you get out. The deluxe sleeper we're staying in has a bathroom. Don't keep delaying."

"No delay, I'll give it to you as soon as we get out."

Reassured, Shekh's mood improved. "Do you want to sleep? You didn't rest yesterday."

Shi Jinzhe rubbed his temples. "No more rest. If one drops out, there's still one left. It won't make a difference if we take another twelve hours. Let's be careful."

"There's hardly anyone left." Shekh sat down on a sofa in the rest area. The orange dots disappeared quickly. Shi Jinzhe changed his clothes, and half of his men were killed by the black camp.

"Many people in the orange group could have easily won."

The look in Jiang Ling's eyes before he left showed a much stronger desire to kill his teammate than to kill him.

Shi Jinzhe: "The bomber's greed stemmed from opposing viewpoints, while those who stood guard at the door and came with him were both stupid and greedy."

Those people probably never expected that Jiang would quit the game so easily.

With their protective umbrella gone and their map location exposed, the orange faction is now like lambs to the slaughter. Shi Jinzhe lamented, "I wonder how many of them will survive this game."

Shech counted down the time: "We'll know soon enough."

Without Jiang Ziya, the orange dot panicked and fled in all directions.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

There are 14 players left on the field.

Like Shi Jinzhe, Qi Yuping began killing players of the same faction.

8 PM.

There are 7 players left on the field, and the leaderboard doesn't even fill a single page.

It's 11 p.m.

There are 4 players left on the field.

There are ten minutes left in the game.

Three of the four remaining were eliminated; the entire orange team was wiped out.

In the last five minutes, Qi Yuping, holding a mirror, strolled over from a distance.

Noticing that Shekh's slouching body suddenly sat up straight, he waved his hand, avoiding her eyes: "I'm not here to fight. None of the guys could beat you this morning. I don't do anything reckless."

Shi Jinzhe: "What do you want?"

Qi Yuping: "Nothing much, I just wanted to come and make some friends."

Shekh's mind was filled with blood, but upon hearing this, he managed to muster a sliver of energy to retort: ​​"You wanted to kill him and steal his treasure this morning."

Shi Jinzhe agreed: "She's right. You're not here to make friends; you're here to make a profit."

Qi Yuping was not annoyed and readily admitted, "I do have a purpose. You guys are very capable, so I wanted to ask what your game division is."

"How much are you?" Shi Jinzhe asked indifferently.

He had never even heard of what a game section was.

How many things is this lousy game hiding from him? If it can hide so much, it might as well just hide him away.

"CA1947," Qi Yuping answered quickly. "And you?"

"No comment," Shi Jinzhe glanced at the time and added, "You want to join forces to kill me, I have no reason to tell you."

"What a pity," Qi Yuping said, feigning regret.

It reported an error partition but didn't take the bait; they're pretty strict with their security measures.

Rare skills related to self-healing and rare items with powerful attack capabilities could be considered his information gains from this game.

Can I look in your mirror?

As the mirror reflected the light, Shekh suddenly spoke, his hand already outstretched towards Qi Yuping, "Making friends requires sincerity."

Qi Yuping was taken aback, then handed her the shattered mirror. "Of course, this is a token of our sincerity."

Shekh took the mirror; it was heavier than he had imagined. Although it had cracks, the reflection of the person in it was neat and tidy.

She held the mirror in both hands, placed it in front of herself, and stared directly at the cracked mirror.

Just now, she seemed to have remembered something else.

Qi Yuping kept a close eye on her movements, ready to put the mirror away at any moment.

A pale purple mist emanated from Sher's hand, and Qi Yuping suddenly felt a compression in her chest, as if the oxygen in the air was dwindling with every breath.

In the blink of an eye, immense pressure struck, and the mist rippled like water, as if Qi Yuping had fallen from a mountaintop into a canyon. She couldn't catch her breath.

In a daze, he heard a crisp cracking sound, and suddenly looked up at Shekh's hand, only to see that the mirror was gone.

Shekh opened his palm, and silver powder slipped through his fingers. Afraid that Qi Yuping couldn't see it, she deliberately turned her palm towards him.

The elusive silver sand vanished before his eyes. Shekh said, "Thank you, I'm very happy."

"you……!"

How could she possibly disassemble one prop from another?!

The bell rang, and the instance ended.

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Congratulations to player Shi Jinzhe for successfully clearing the "Find the Bomb" dungeon!

Points earned in this round:

Kill points: 142.

First place on the individual points leaderboard: 100 points

Surviving for 48 hours: 15 points

First place in the faction points leaderboard: 20 points

This round's winnings:

Item: [Longevity Lock]

Props: [Flower-wrapping rope]

Special Bonus: Bye in three rounds of games

This run rewards you with: Pain Relief Potion x1, Spirit Cigarette x1, Offering Candle x1, Always-Lighting Lighter x1, Corn Bomb x4, Speed-Up Pill x2

Skill Card: [Reduce Self-Presence]

The system quickly and coldly reported the settlement information, and without waiting for a moment to speak, kicked the person out.