Chapter 1230 Promotion Game 21
On the other side, Wang Fan was gasping for breath.
He hadn't rested even for a moment during the T2 period just now. Now it was T1, and even though he should have been resting, Master Fu had no intention of resting.
The boss could handle it, but Wang Fan felt his body couldn't. He repeatedly wanted to ask if he could take a break, but the words stuck in his mouth were swallowed back by Fu Yizhi's eyes.
Every time at this time, he missed his direct superior. Only when Captain Fu was around, would Master Fu's human touch be a little stronger.
At this moment, Wang Fan folded his hands in front of his chest, and couldn't help but want to make a wish, hoping to meet Captain Fu soon.
Just as he was praying silently, Fu Yizhi in front of him suddenly sped up.
Wang Fan first increased his speed a little, then broke into a sprint, and then broke into a jog before he could barely catch up with Fu Yizhi.
What's the matter? Why is it so urgent?
He thought to himself, looking ahead. A few hundred meters ahead, he saw a pile of corpses. Corpses were commonplace, and they wouldn't have caused such a stir. Wang Fan strained his eyes, straining to identify them, but couldn't see clearly from the distance.
Until he was jogging closer and closer.
A figure caught his gaze, causing Wang Fan's face to turn pale and his heart to clench. He couldn't even run; it felt as if his feet were filled with lead.
how so?
Why did he see Captain Fu’s body?
Her small body was pressed down by another corpse, her head was broken, her face was covered with purple wounds, and her limbs were twisted extremely unnaturally. She fell there like a tattered doll, lifeless.
how so? !
This was the only question in his mind. He didn't dare to go in and just stared blankly at the corpse not far away.
Suddenly, he thought of Master Fu.
——
Fu Yizhi had already arrived at this moment. He looked at the "corpse" on the ground with eyes like a pool of stagnant water.
It was peaceful, very peaceful. The more peaceful it was, the more terrifying it felt.
Wang Fan, who had caught up with him, looked at Fu Yizhi at this moment and couldn't help but take a step back.
"Fu Anan."
A low call came to his ears, hoarse, slow, heavy and gloomy. It seemed as if he had aged several decades in an instant.
Fu Yizhi gently wiped away the red and white mixture on her forehead with his fingers, "Let's go home together."
"Master Fu."
Wang Fan wanted to offer words of comfort, but his gaze quickly averted as soon as it met his. It was a terrifying, suppressed silence, on the verge of collapse.
A sense of crisis emerged from the depths of Wang Fan's heart. His fear and palpitations gradually increased, even exceeding the sadness brought to him by the death of Captain Fu.
At that moment, he actually had the urge to run away.
"Brother Fu?"
These two words instantly broke the terrifying atmosphere.
Fu Anan woke up after hearing the voice. After looking at Fu Yizhi for two seconds, she closed her eyes again and said, "Dream on."
How could I possibly encounter a game with so many players so early?
No, everything is alright?!
Wang Fan, standing by, was so overwhelmed with emotion that he couldn't react for a moment. He watched with his own eyes as Fu An'an closed her eyes and shifted her body from one twisted position to another.
Playing dead...very real!
What a weird thing!
Wang Fan wanted to scream twice.
The best word in the world is probably "false alarm".
Fu Yizhi was also stunned for a second. He touched her neck with his fingers, feeling her warm body temperature and strong pulse. After a long time, he laughed.
"Fu Anan, you little bastard."
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