Jiang watched Qi Yuping walk away until she was out of sight, and only then did his nonchalant face turn serious.

"Humanoid props..."

This is an extremely rare item in survival games; apart from herself, Jiang Zi had never seen anyone else possess it.

Unlike other props, humanoid props are just props in name only; in essence, they are people from various dungeon worlds.

Because they are bound by the skills provided by the game, they will obey the player's commands.

But precisely because they are human, these props have their own temperaments and characteristics, and some of them may be more dangerous than the monsters in the dungeon.

Jiang looked at the screen again. The bomb icon of the brown faction moved again, followed by a brown dot, heading towards another brown dot.

The black team has 19 points remaining, the orange team has 99 points remaining, and the brown team has 70 points remaining.

If someone kills someone from the same faction, they must be a bomb player.

So, excluding his 50 points, the remaining 46 players on the court have 138 points.

He can't possibly not kill anyone after that. As long as Shi Jinzhe captures a few more maps, his first place will be secure.

Jiang stood up from the chair and walked out, not intending to sit and wait for his fate.

"Now I understand what it means to strike first. When I get out of here, I absolutely cannot tell anyone that I participated in this game, it would be too embarrassing."

The game's skill levels are evenly distributed; the brown faction might be even weaker than the orange faction.

She made the wrong decision from the very beginning!

·

00:35

A dilapidated airport terminal.

The first-floor corridor was pitch black, so dark that you couldn't see the people around you.

Ma Gan'er's hands were bound with a packing rope, and he was being pulled forward.

Shi Jinzhe, holding the person in one hand and the rope in the other, walked ahead and asked him, "So you got your three-word skill card directly after the beginner dungeon?"

"Yeah...right, I was lucky, I drew this [Good Luck] card."

"Fools sometimes have good luck. What's your name?"

"Li Jin".

They really do answer every question I ask; I've survived this long entirely by luck.

Shekh: "Fools are lucky, so you're the one who's not lucky? After all, you don't look stupid."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Shi Jinzhe lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on her face, the dark ink like an unshakeable veil obscuring Shehe's expression.

He wanted to see her more clearly.

The thought came to mind and without thinking, he blurted out, "Actually, I've always been number one in exams since I was a child, so I'm not bad at all."

Are you showing off to me?

Shekh stopped and said in an unfriendly tone, "So what if you've been to school?"

"...No, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to tell you something," Shi Jinzhe explained. "I meant to say..."

He hesitated for a long time, unable to think of the right words, feeling that no matter how he tried to explain, he would only make things worse.

never mind.

Shi Jinzhe continued walking forward: "I had a momentary lapse of judgment, you don't need to worry about me."

Shekh began to criticize after hearing only the beginning of the sentence, "Don't leave me halfway through your story. What's the difference between this and making me shed my skin and then not shed it at all? I want to hear what you have to say."

"It's nothing, I just said it offhand."

"you say."

"I forgot, I can't say it."

"explain."

Sheh was being pulled forward, and instead of saying anything, she used a bit of force to stay rooted to the spot.

Shi Jin tugged at it twice but couldn't budge it, so he turned back and said, "There's really nothing to say."

Li Jin, listening from the back, was speechless. The initial fear dissipated as he watched the drama unfold, and he boldly spoke up:

"Sister, he's just showing off his skills but hasn't fully opened up yet. It's like showing off a personal talent. He's trying to tell you that he's pretty good too, but he's too embarrassed to say it if you keep asking."

...

"You've got a pretty big heart."

Shi Jin took a deep breath, pulled the rope, and dragged Li Jin over: "Have you ever heard of dying from talking too much?"

“That’s the villain, I’m not.” He looked decisively at Shekh. “That’s how males court each other, but humans are probably different from you snakes. Humans are more complicated than other animals.”

Sheh muttered the words "courtship" to herself, pulled her coat tighter, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "But it's winter now, it's not the right time yet, we have to wait."

"Uh... well."

This question stumped Li Jin. "You might choose a time or season, but he might not. Humans have 365 days a year and 24 hours a day. As long as you have this idea, it's possible..."

"Stop talking." Shi Jinzhe couldn't stand it anymore. What kind of nonsense was this? They were just feeding Shehe all this weird stuff.

He said to Li Jin, "Shut up if you don't want me to use you to get points."

For the sake of her life, Li Jin pursed her lips and made several "uh-huhs" sounds to indicate that she would not speak.

Shi Jinzhe: "Don't listen to his nonsense."

Shekh's gaze was too obvious. Shi Jinzhe avoided her scrutiny, but before looking away, he glanced at her again in the darkness.

It was a subtle question, but Sheikh caught it and immediately pressed for an answer: "Is that what he said?"

Shi Jinzhe thought to himself, if time could go back, he would never have said that inexplicable thing.

Shekh is like a winding snake, yet he speaks so bluntly, stubbornly and with a penchant for getting to the bottom of things.

No matter how big or small the matter is, she will never let you off the hook if she doesn't understand it.

"I don't know, I'm not lying to you, I just wanted to say that at the time, really."

Shi tried various methods, pulling her closer and lowering his head to finally see her face clearly:

"I'll tell you when I find out, okay?"

Shekh summed it up in two words: "Deadline."

After a moment's silence, who knows how long that "after" will last? He's such a shrewd man; he always sets verbal traps to leave himself an escape route.

The words "seeking a mate" were still in Shehe's mind. She thought for a moment and then placed her other hand on Shi Jinzhe's body.

A slightly cool hand slid down to her waist, moving like a snake, sometimes close, sometimes far.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Sher followed his instincts and wanted to experience Shi Jinzhe's reaction in the fitting room again, so as to make a judgment.

In the dark, unlit corridor, her hands moved with impunity.

When the time was up, he didn't make a move. Sheh's actions were hidden in the breathing of the three people. He felt that if she touched him any further, his sense of shame would be stripped away.

"Let me think about it..."

Shekh interrupted, giving the timeframe before the deadline: "Before spring."

Suddenly, Shi Jinzhe found himself on the same wavelength as her, unsure whether he should agree.

"Is that not allowed?"

“Spring, you…” He hesitated, remembering there was another living person behind him, and swallowed the words he was about to say:

"Give me an hour to find three more people, then we'll talk about this somewhere secluded."

"Can't we say this here?"

"Do you like having monkeys watching?"

"dislike."

"That's it. Let's deal with these people first, then we'll talk about this."

These words sent a chill down Li Jin's spine. He wasn't stupid; he was just a stupid dog who shouldn't have joined in the fun just to eat this dog food.