Chapter 281: Inhuman (89) (1st update + 2nd update + 8,100th update) [VIP]

"What should we do...what should we do?" Many people in the well have lost their composure.

"They will come looking for us, right?" Someone was speaking with a crying voice.

"Stop crying!" Someone soon shouted, "What's the point of crying? Think of a solution!"

"What can we do?" The crying voice paused for a moment, then replied with gritted teeth, "Are you familiar with the City of the Dead?"

"I wouldn't cry here if I wasn't familiar with it!"

"That's enough!" Yuan Shanming shouted in a low voice, "Stop arguing."

The elevator shaft suddenly became quiet.

A few seconds later, the yellow-haired man trembled and said, "Should we...should we leave here now?"

"No," Yuan Shanming replied quickly, "There are only undead spirits outside at this time. If we go out, we will be finished."

"But, but..." Someone stuttered, "But if we stay here, won't we be found soon?"

"It's better to stay here than to go out," Yuan Shanming said coldly, "If you go out now, you'll end up like those people outside. You're very delicate, do you want to go out and see if she likes it?"

The man remained silent.

"Tsk," Xiao Tang irritably changed his hand and hung on it, his body swinging in the air a few times, "Those people on the platform sold us out. Will they come after us again with those ghosts later?"

The leaders of these undead cities seemed to share a common brain. There were not many places to hide in the subway station. They could definitely think of the places that Yuan Shanming could think of. If they really had to wait for these people to come looking for them one by one, it would only be a matter of time before they found this elevator.

Yuan Shanming sneered.

"Of course not," when great hope burst out in the eyes of the newcomer next to him, Yuan Shanming's next words immediately dispelled all his fantasies, "These people are still too stupid. He will only die faster this way."

"...Why?" Bai Jinshu frowned. "Among the dead, there are also human ethics and morality. Do you look down on people who betray their own kind?"

"Of course not," Yuan Shanming turned his head away and cursed silently, "Because he looks very energetic."

Not far away, on the platform that was almost covered with blood and body parts, several big ghosts looked at each other, and the leader who spoke first continued to shout: "I will take you... I will take you to find... Ah!"

He was suddenly lifted into the air by someone.

Among the big weird stories, a weird story with very strange features, not like a human nor like any other animal, suddenly came out and lifted him up by the neck: "I want this one, he looks very energetic and can struggle for a long time."

"I like this, too." A big ghost storyteller who looked only eight or nine years old took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to pinch his leg bone. "Even after his leg was broken, he was still a little taller than me."

"I... I can take you to find more!" The leader struggled in the air for a few times, "I know Yuan Shanming and the others..."

"Too noisy..." Sheephead walked out from the group of ghost stories, gently stretched out his hand to brush across his mouth, and tore off a large piece of skin from his face with his bare hands, "Don't you know not to interrupt when adults are talking about things?"

Everyone who was still on the platform saw half of the leader's face being torn off, bloody and with the shape of half a lip on it.

"Ugh..." Someone couldn't help it and half-knelt on the ground and started to dry heave.

"Who told you to do that?" The strange man holding the leader looked at the sheep head with dissatisfaction, his face full of dissatisfaction, "How can I use you like this?"

"It's yours." He rolled his eyes, not caring about the life or death of the person in his hand, and threw the weird thing about the child's height at him.

"Huh?" The sheep head leaned forward, "I'm just trying to help you shut him up."

The two seemed to be about to quarrel, but they soon regained their composure.

More undeads ran down from above.

"Let's count," the sheep-headed man fiddled with his fingers, "How many of us are there tonight?"

"Sister, there are more than eighty of them," the undead who came down said attentively, "all of them are up there, you can pick out the tender ones later."

"Hmm," the sheep head propped up his horns and pointed around, "There are still a dozen of ours here, take them all up."

"Everyone, we'll be leaving now," she turned her head and raised her sheep's mouth in a weird way, "As for those twenty or so people, we're really not interested, so we'll leave it to you to find them."

The strange-looking Guaitan sneered, "Just leave, why are you pretending to be so?"

His expression could no longer be seen in the gradually receding line of strange talk.

"Why are you still standing there? Do you want me to teach you?" He lowered his head and said coldly to the other ghosts around him, "Who are ours? Drag them all up."

More wailing was heard on the platform.

In the elevator shaft, after a moment of silence, Xiao Tang frowned and asked, "Brother Yuan, why are the undead in the City of the Dead acting like this in the middle of the night?"

They all knew that the undead in the City of Violence killed people because it was the only area in the entire Novice Village with only humans. The undead had always wanted to enter it, while the City Guard and the gangs in Purple Street had been preventing them from entering.

The undead will naturally not hesitate to kill anyone who prevents them from entering.

But the City of the Dead is completely different.

"Isn't it normal here... that the undead and humans get along well during the day?" Xiao Tang frowned.

When they arrived here on the first day, the undead outside the subway station had faces that looked disapproving, but they just wanted to trick the newcomers into their own ghost stories and occupy a position in the newcomers' ghost stories.

Including the weird story about Xiao Fei trying to scam him, it was said that she was just forcing him to buy things and was even a bit of a bully.

But now, these weird talks have become so outrageous that they directly dragged other team members out of the subway station, without any restraint at all.

Isn't this too blatant?

"Daytime is daytime, and nighttime is nighttime," Yuan Shanming sighed calmly, "The City of the Dead can coexist peacefully with the Undead during the daytime, of course because they cannot attack humans during the daytime, but it's different at night."

"What exactly are the undead in the City of the Dead?" Bai Jinshu frowned, paying close attention to the movements outside the elevator shaft, and asked softly, "Why do they have to drag people up there to start a strange story?"

Isn't this the case with the undead in the City of Violence?

Originally he thought that opening up ghost stories was an indicator of some investment bank, but now it seems that this is not the case at all. They want to let humans enter ghost stories out of their own will.

"I don't know," Yuan Shanming shrugged. "I'm just the leader. I'm not omnipotent. Although I've been in the City of the Dead for more than ten years and have conducted dozens of night operations, there are still too few leaders like me who appear in the City of the Dead at night. At present, I only have some immature guesses about this situation."

It is unknown why the night in the City of the Dead becomes like this.

But the undead in the City of the Dead do have clearer goals than those in the City of Violence.

"Dead spirits are constantly generated here. They always want to drag people into their own ghost stories. During the day, they are restricted from attacking people outside of the ghost stories. But once night falls, they will be completely liberated and become monsters that hunt humans."

"But..." Yuan Shanming paused, "I haven't communicated with other team leaders, but based on my experience and guesswork, they don't actually like killing people, or they don't like killing that much. Compared to killing people, they prefer to drag people into their own weird stories."

In other words, as long as they can draw them into the ghost stories, these ghost stories will not kill people.

"Then don't we still have a way to survive?" Someone whispered, "Isn't it just entering the ghost story? Sacrificing a ghost story position, it's not bad to be able to survive?"

"If we get caught, it's not just a matter of sacrificing a position in a ghost story," Yuan Shanming exhaled slowly, "If I enter their ghost story during the day, I still have a chance to survive, but at night..."

The sound of footsteps in the distance, along with his last words, gently fell on everyone's anxious hearts: "I have never seen anyone come out alive."

At the side of the corridor, the goat-headed undead had already walked over with another ghost next to him.

"More than eighty, plus these twenty, that's more than a hundred," the sheep-headed monster said as he walked and counted, "There are so many people tonight."

"I heard there was an accident on the subway," the male voice next to her replied casually, "This afternoon, the subway stopped running for a long time and it didn't resume normal operation until the evening. These are the people trapped in the subway."

"Then it will be fine if it happens a few more times in the future," Sheephead chuckled. Regardless of the content of her words, her voice actually had a kind of girlish innocence. "It would be great if there were so many people every night. That way I would feel much better."

"Why?" the man asked, "You think this much every day is not enough?"

"Not enough...never enough..."

"36bag..." Yuan Shanming suddenly said in a low voice.

Bai Jinshu turned his head and glanced at him.

Yuan Shanming knew he had said something wrong and shook his head slightly to indicate that it was nothing.

【36bag】, this name sounds like the name of a backpack style.

Is Yuan Shanming talking about the name of that strange story?

The two ghosts in the distance gradually came closer, and along with them came the voices of the humans they had tied up.

There were not many newcomers left in the subway station. Most of them were team members with some fighting skills, but even so, they were still no match for these undead. They were tied up like dumplings and held in the hands of the undead, swaying towards the subway station exit above.

Many people have given up struggling and are looking ahead numbly.

Those who wanted to struggle did not dare to move at this time.

Everyone saw what happened to the team leader just now. The harder he struggles, the more energetic he is, but he will die faster.

Many people want to accumulate strength and resist when they are able to do so.

But when will there be such a time?

The two ghosts were walking in front, and suddenly they heard shouting from behind them.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps in the distance, and the panting became louder and louder. A man covered in blood ran over from behind, looking like he had escaped.

And behind him, there was a series of footsteps.

"It's so noisy..." The man said in an unhappy voice, "Which loser let the person run away?"

"If it runs to us, it's ours." The sheep-headed one said, "Go and catch it!"

The man also discovered that the direction he was escaping was also the undead.

He paused and wanted to run back, but found that the pursuers behind him had caught up with him.

He was squeezed between two groups of people, unable to move forward or backward.

"Brother...Brother," the ghost who was chasing him muttered to himself, "This man was captured by other...other undead."

The man was pinned to the ground by Sheep Head's men and was struggling violently.

And this struggle is doomed to be futile.

"You useless thing," the undead soul who was called "brother" in the ghost story took a few steps forward and said in a bad tone, "36 bags, that's enough, right? There are already more than a hundred of you, there is no need to fight for this one, right?"

"That won't do," the sheep head tilted his head, "Once it's here, it's ours. That's what we agreed on before we came down."

"Besides," she said in a long voice, "the one who came down to explore the way was one of mine. Why didn't you tell me that it was dead?"

"Are you short of those men?" the other party replied unhappily.

"Of course you don't need one," the sheep-headed man waved his horns. "Do you need one human being?"

"The spirit of the contract, the spirit of the contract!" She raised her voice and repeated it twice, "Once it comes to us, it belongs to us."

"Okay... okay," the ghost on the other side stared at her for a few seconds, sneered, and walked behind him first, gritting his teeth and shouting, "Didn't they say there are still twenty or so hiding in the subway? Find them out for me! I'll find them even if I have to break down the wall!"

Bai Jinshu felt the people around him slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

The undead who were looking for them went in the opposite direction.

"Oh," Sheep Head said with a grin to another big weirdo beside him outside the elevator shaft, "Look, his defense is broken."

"Alright, alright, stop talking." The man said speechlessly.

"Are we the only ones looking for those twenty or so people now?" Sheep Head raised his head and spoke in a curious voice.

"Maybe," the man thought for a moment, "I don't believe the leader's words. I'm afraid he is trying to distract us and escape."

"Intentional?" Sheep Head repeated in a low voice, "Oh...it's possible."

She was in a good mood and hummed a song, saying as she hummed, "I wanted to join in the fun, too."

"Sister, let's go look for her!" Guitan said eagerly.

"Let's look for them. Just look for them randomly," Sheephead said with a grin. "If we find these twenty or so people, will they be mad to death?"

"We have more than a hundred people here, which is already the maximum. If we add another twenty or so..." The boy shook his head, "I think some of them will really be pissed off to death."

"That's great," the Sheep Head laughed, "I just like the feeling of pissing them off to death. Quick, find them!"

The undead spirits behind her who were not carrying any humans started looking for her.

The atmosphere in the elevator shaft was suddenly eerily quiet.

No one dared to speak.

Many of the team members hanging on it could no longer hold on.

Not only did I feel weak, but my palms were also sweating due to the extreme tension.

Several people who were hanging on it with one hand at the beginning suddenly switched to using both hands. Even so, one could still see their difficulty from their faces.

It's almost impossible to hold on.

Bai Jinshu saw that Xiao Tang was fine, so he gestured to Guan Hongyan, indicating that if she couldn't hold on, she should go up instead. She would come down and stand on the top of the elevator to rest.

Guan Hongyan didn't hesitate to nod and slid down along the counterweight cable next to her.

Bai Jinshu climbed up along the path beside him and hung right next to Xiao Tang.

Xiao Tang was really a carefree girl. When she saw him coming up, she was still energetic enough to wave and say hello to him. When he found a suitable acceptance point and grabbed the horizontal bar, she lowered her voice and said, "Er Si, I knew it was safe the moment you came up."

What is stable?

Bai Jinshu raised his eyebrows to express his doubt.

Xiao Tang whispered in a low voice: "If the undead really come in later, everyone in this well will be doomed. When that happens, I will hold your legs and call Ersi for help!"

Bai Jinshu whispered back in confusion: "...You hugged my legs and called me for help? How could I save you then?"

"You don't understand this. This is called besieging Wei to save Zhao," Xiao Tang was confident of winning. "As long as I can trap you where you are, the big ghost will come to rescue you, and I can survive."

Bai Jinshu: ...

"Your idioms are really problematic," he couldn't help but whisper, "You must have a lot in common with a friend of mine."

Xiao Tang and Lu Changfeng have comparable Chinese proficiency.

"It's OK as long as you get the idea," she curled her lips. "Language is used to express meaning anyway, so it's OK as long as you understand it."

"Who do you think is more powerful, the big boss or those outside?" She asked in a low voice.

There is no soundproofing in the elevator shaft, so Xiao Tang naturally chose a cover-up statement.

Bai Jinshu: "How should I know?"

But he thinks Huai Jiamu is stronger, right?

How can these weird stories out there not be compared to the evil god?

He looked at Huai Jiamu and blinked inquiringly.

"It's different," Huai Jiamu said slowly, "It's incomparable."

"I'll just take it as you saying that you are much better than them and they can't compare to you." Xiao Tang put one hand in front of his chest and made a praying gesture, "Thank you, Almighty Ersi, for blessing me not to die."

Bai Jinshu: ...

"Worship him," he unceremoniously gave way to the evil god behind him, "He has more experience than me."

When it comes to attracting believers, he is still not as good as Huai Jiamu.

Xiao Tang: "Woo woo, I bow, I bow."

While the three of them were talking quietly here, the undead outside had already finished searching and reported to the two big ghosts, "Nothing was found."

"It looks like it's really not here," the male voice said casually, "Let's go."

"Come on, let me look again," 36bag said in a long tone, "Please... I really want to see them get pissed off, let me look for them again."

"You won't be able to find it if it's not here," the man said speechlessly, "Then you go ahead and look for it. I'll take the others up first."

“Yeah.” 36ba□□ nodded and waved at him, “Remember to save it for me. I want to pick my favorite skin.”

"I know, I know." The man's voice walked away impatiently.

At this point, everyone in the elevator shaft knew that it was the final moment, and they all became extremely alert.

Some of them probably have religious beliefs, and their mouths are opening and closing silently, as if they are praying for something.

Xiao Tang changed his hand and hung it in a different direction.

The air in the elevator shaft probably doesn't circulate very well, and the oxygen will become thinner and thinner as it is used, not to mention that it is a highly tense time now. Bai Jinshu soon felt that the oxygen was not enough.

Fortunately, most people in the elevator shaft had some experience. After realizing this, many of them deliberately adjusted their breathing.

The sheep-headed monster named 36bag was walking outside and actually walked to the elevator door.

After pressing the elevator button a few times at random, she quickly lost interest in the place.

"Open the door and have a look. If there's nothing, forget it." 36 obviously knew that elevators have a load capacity, and it's definitely impossible for more than 20 people to be in one cabin.

There was a teeth-grinding sound of the elevator door closing.

Yuan Shanming quickly gestured to the people standing on the elevator to get on quickly, otherwise if someone came up later, they might realize that the elevator was not loaded properly.

There was no place left to attack, not to mention that most of the people standing on the car could not hold on for long due to lack of arm strength.

Xiao Tang silently moved down a little and stretched out his hand towards Huangmao, who understood and held his hand.

This girl is truly gifted with supernatural powers.

Bai Jinshu watched her holding Huangmao, an adult weighing at least 100 pounds, with one hand, while the other hand was still firmly fastened on the steel plate. He couldn't help but doubt in his heart for the 108th time: Xiao Tang, this girl doesn't look like she has much muscle and her body is too thin, which is not healthy. Who knows where she gets so much energy every day.

Seeing the yellow-haired man helplessly scratching at the wall with his hands, he also moved down a little and reached out to pull up the yellow-haired man's other arm.

With the help of two people holding him down, the yellow-haired man was finally lifted up steadily.

Following their demonstration, the other team members hanging above also stretched out a hand and pulled up the people standing in the cabin below.

Just as the last person left the top of the elevator, the elevator door was opened.

"Sister, there's no one." said the undead.

"Well, let's go. This is boring." The sheep head raised his eyes, took a look, then turned and left.

As the footsteps gradually reached the park, everyone in the elevator shaft let out a long sigh of relief.

"Come down, everything will be fine tonight." Yuan Shanming lay on the top of the car and listened for a long time, then stood up and said in a whisper.

Several team members who were temporarily pulled up above jumped down one after another.

The car sank and several team members fell on it.

"Brother Yuan, what is 36bag?" The yellow-haired man patted the dust off his hands and asked in a low voice.

"36bag is a pseudo-s story," Yuan Shanming briefly explained. "Not to mention the death rate of this story, it's really disgusting. Everyone who enters it will enter a black-hearted factory, where they will either be responsible for peeling other people's skin to make bags, or become the one being skinned..."

"Disgusting..." Xiao Tang shrank his neck, "Very disgusting."

As the crisis faded away, everyone felt more relaxed.

Some team members who had been hanging on it for a long time exchanged positions with those standing in the car below to relax their stiff arms.

Yuan Shanming also climbed up along the nearby route and came to the side of Xiao Tang and Bai Jinshu.

“Brother Yuan,” Xiao Tang waved his hand, “Over here, this one is easy to catch!”

Yuan Shanming squeezed it upwards and found that the place Xiao Tang pointed to could indeed be fit with his finger, making it easier to exert force.

"Huh..." Someone spoke, "I can't hold on any longer. I'll go down first..."

Before he could finish his words, an extremely sudden "bang" was heard above everyone's head.

Everyone shuddered.

Everyone subconsciously looked up, and then the second "bang" was followed by the sound of glass breaking.

Countless large and small pieces of glass fell down like rain.

The people standing on both sides of the elevator shaft with their heads raised subconsciously turned their heads and closed their eyes to avoid the sharp glass.

Along with the sound of glass breaking, a sharp voice rang out: "Found it! Here it is!"

A very long head poked down the elevator shaft.

The head looked like a stretched rubber band, with its facial features stretched to the point of being deformed. It was as soft as a snake, reaching down from above, and its slender eyes swept across the terrified faces in every well.

No time to hesitate.

Bai Jinshu acted decisively, pulled out the kitchen knife from behind, and slashed at the center of the head.

In an instant, the thing...or rather the head, broke right in half.

Blood and brain matter splattered all over the place, and all the people on the top of the car were soaked completely.

A warm and fishy smell spread here in an instant.

"What are you standing there for!" Guan Hongyan shouted, "Run!"

She kicked open the cover of the patio, jumped down, and was the first to run out.

Someone took the lead, and soon the others followed suit and ran down.

All the people hanging on the edge of the well wall jumped down and squeezed towards the small opening of the well like dumplings.

"Get out of the way!" Xiao Tang pushed aside a few people standing nearby, stretched out her hands to the side and tore open the roof of the elevator that had been several floors in length, just like she was tearing open sheets of iron.

"Walk!"

Huangmao jumped down under her protection, and Bai Jinshu also jumped into the subway along the gap torn by Xiao Tang.

Most people ran towards the inside of the subway.

The elevator shaft has been discovered, and those running outside are all filled with undead. Now we can only take a gamble and run inside where there might be a place to hide.

This girl Xiao Tang said a lot of things, saying that once she was discovered, she would hold Bai Jinshu's legs and wait for Huai Jiamu to come and rescue her. When the critical moment really came, this girl ran like a rabbit, faster than anyone else, and even held a yellow-haired kid in one hand.

"Run outside." As soon as Bai Jinshu jumped down, he felt Huai Jiamu grabbing his arm from behind, "Don't go to the subway station."

Bai Jinshu looked up at him and ran towards the subway entrance without thinking.

Xiao Tang and Guan Hongyan, who were running in front, immediately turned around when they heard the sound.

Yuan Shanming hesitated for a moment, but still chose to believe Huai Jiamu and ran towards the gathering place of the undead at the door.

The leaders and team members of the remaining few other teams looked at the strange route of the only local leader. Some of them chose to grit their teeth and follow him, while more people ran towards the depths of the subway.

Bai Jinshu was running in front, held by Huai Jiamu's arm, and immediately saw a group of undead waiting for them to run out at the door.

The moment all the undead saw him, they all rushed towards him as if they had suddenly seen something extremely attractive.

"Your welcome!" Yuan Shanming just remembered this fatal thing at this moment and almost lost his voice for a moment.

"Knife." Huai Jiamu said briefly.

"I know." Bai Jinshu curled the corner of his mouth, held Xiaochuan's kitchen knife across his chest, let out a long breath, and started to chop the first person who ran over.

This knife really makes no sound.

The moment it was chopped down, the undead was cut into two pieces as if it were cut in half.

The undead behind seemed not to see anything and continued to rush forward.

"Run on your own!" Xiao Tang seemed to have put the yellow-haired man down behind him, and with one hand he kicked and pulled down the handrail of the subway stairs, which made Guan Hongyan's pupils tremble.

I really don't know where all the energy comes from day by day.

The next second, an extremely long iron handrail emerged from Bai Jinshu's side and swept aside the escaped kitchen knife next to him.

"Run!" Xiao Tang's voice was very loud, "Follow the one in the black coat in front!"

She said this to people who didn't know Huai Jiamu.

In the end, they decided to take a gamble. Only five or six people followed them, and the team was reduced by nearly half. Huangmao gritted his teeth and followed Guan Hongyan.

He couldn't do anything to fight, so he could only try not to fall behind and cause trouble for everyone.

The undead and ghosts in front rushed towards Bai Jinshu like moths to a flame, making the subway entrance, which was not very big to begin with, completely blocked.

"Go! Go quickly!" Xiao Tang swept the ghost corpse on the ground to the side with an iron rod, clearing a path for the people behind him.

Finally climbing up the last step, Bai Jinshu took a quick look and almost fainted.

On the street in front of the subway, there are endless dead spirits and ghosts.

The only undead spirits that were rushing towards him now were those that had lost their minds. If all of them had seen him...

Bai Jinshu felt like he didn't even need to think about it.

He had seen zombie movies and acted out zombie scenes before, but he didn't want to experience it himself.

"Will it help if I cover my face?" He shook his hand that was still held, and asked with the last glimmer of hope.

"It's useless." Huai Jiamu answered quickly.

At this critical moment, Bai Jinshu actually heard a hint of sullen laughter in his tone, and he wasn't sure if he had misjudged it.

Still laughing at this time?

"This way." Huai Jiamu pulled him directly and ran in a direction forward.

Along the way, the undead beside him were like locusts, and they pounced on him frantically the moment they saw him. At this time, Bai Jinshu was really glad that this kitchen knife was a non-contact weapon, otherwise, if it was an ordinary kitchen knife, the blade would have been bent long ago.

Behind them, there were too many undead spirits that kept rushing forward, blocking the way of all the team members.

“Oh my god! Wait! Wait!” The girl Xiao Tang shouted the loudest. “You two wait! We’re not catching up! Get out of here! Bah bah bah!”

"Stop shouting," Guan Hongyan took a moment to look at her, "You've opened your mouth so wide that blood is splattering inside."

Xiao Tang: "Pah! Brother Yuan! The blood of the undead can't be poisonous, right? Pah! Pah!"

Yuan Shanming took a look and said, "It's not poisonous. If it was poisonous, you would be dead by now."

Xiao Tang covered his mouth and yelled, "But if the big weird talk gets away now, we're going to be dead too!"

This time she didn't have time to use the term "boss", and she was so anxious that she spoke out her true feelings.

"Wait a moment." Yuan Shanming pulled her.

"What are you waiting for! I don't want to die here!" Xiao Tang swung the iron escalator pole in his hand frantically.

"Wait!" Yuan Shanming stopped her, "Look around."

Xiao Tang: “Ah?”

She looked up belatedly.

"Fuck," Xiao Tang was stunned, "Where's the Undead?"

Weren't there all the dead spirits here just now? Why is it only one o'clock now?

Guan Hongyan: "...all went that way."

Following her hand, everyone turned their heads.

The vast army of undead that covered the mountains and plains suddenly all ran in one direction, leaving behind all the living people.

Xiao Tang: "I... Damn, Ersi's Buff is so awesome?"

This can be described as a human hate attractor, right?

Yuan Shanming: "...Welcome. It's pretty cool to have a high affinity."

He had only seen such a scene of a huge crowd of people once. That time, the newcomer whose affinity was raised to over 800 almost couldn't get out. If he hadn't been a pua master before his death and had convinced several of the most awesome ghost stories with his words, the newcomer would have been torn into pieces and eaten by a bunch of undead.

But in this situation, generally speaking, when it reaches this point, the buff owner himself cannot survive.

Yuan Shanming twitched his lips, feeling that he shouldn't curse his teammates like that. Besides, that inexplicable weirdo was still following him.

Ersi is probably fine.

He ran in that direction, probably to lure away the undead and let them find a place to hide. As for himself, Yuan Shanming suspected that the most amazing ghost story in the entire City of Undead was right next to him, and it would be difficult for him to die even if he wanted to.

If Ersi could get out of here alive, his affinity would probably be similar to that of the newcomer with the highest record of 888.

There are undeads everywhere. Even if one person looks at him and his affinity only increases by 0.001, if all of them look at him, his affinity will increase by more than several hundred.

It is estimated that one third of the undead in the entire S city are here.

The City of the Dead is a city famous for its undead. No one knows how many undead there are here, but the number is definitely not less than that of a normal first- or second-tier city in the outside world.

Normally in first- and second-tier cities, the citizens have at least 10 million or more.

Yuan Shanming took a deep breath in his heart.

As a player... he won't become a new historical record, right?

What will happen if the affinity increases to thousands or tens of thousands?

Naturally, the other people around him didn't think as much as he did.

Xiao Tang threw down the iron rod, was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Damn, what did I say! I said Bayer Si works! Look! It works!"

Guan Hongyan: “Ah?”

"Why do you worship him?"

Why?

Does Cen Bingqi have any divine personality?

Can personality become a god?

Guan Hongyan looked confused.

When she didn't know, what on earth did Cen Bingqi do in the novice village of this investment bank?

Xiao Tang: "Why don't you ask the amazing Ersi?"

Who makes him always have a solution?

She had straightened up, looking at the distance and the undead that were gradually moving away from here, as well as the other team members who were inexplicably abandoned by the undead beside them and saved their lives. She put her palms together and sighed, "In ancient times, the Buddha cut off his flesh to feed the eagle, and now you have Ersi sacrificing himself for others. Great, too great. Selfless, too selfless."

"Sister Xiao Tang, what are you talking about..." Huangmao said weakly.

Xiao Tang: "I'm saying, why don't you come back and worship Ersi with me."

Huang Mao didn't understand, but he was very obedient: "Okay, okay."

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