"So this is where it is..." The effeminate man suddenly leaned closer, and the person using the tablet trembled, seemingly afraid of him.
"You killed seven of my dogs, wait, I'll be right there." The effeminate man ignored him and looked at the tablet meaningfully.
The team members behind him all shivered.
They had seen this pervert turn living people into marionettes, and they had also seen him use the acid from the Fog Demons to paint, leaving bloody marks on the victims' skin.
The group was well aware of the extent of his perversion.
Therefore, none of them dared to utter a sound, and they just watched the effeminate man go crazy.
They are all members of the Blood Wolf Guild.
This time, they're using the guise of revenge to deal with anyone who dared to kill their union members.
The tablet in the man's hand displayed green coordinates marking the location of the culprit. This task was personally communicated by their leader using this tool, instructing them to complete it flawlessly.
As for the effeminate man, don't be fooled by his eerie appearance; his strength is unfathomable, otherwise he wouldn't have temporarily become their leader.
The effeminate man's real name is Xia Zhou. At first glance, it sounds like a sunny name, but it doesn't match his personality at all.
Xia Zhou is a top player ranked 136th on the power ranking.
Don't think this ranking is low; take a look at how many players there are on the entire planet Earth.
Although many died, there are still at least several billion left, so ranking over 100 is something to be proud of.
"Boss, is she difficult to kill?" At this moment, the bald, burly man on the other side said, "Should we...?"
"Shh—" Xia Zhou suddenly plunged a scalpel into his shoulder: "What, are you going to desert?"
Seeing Xia Zhou's slightly narrowed eyes, the bald, burly man, despite the pain, could only curse him as a madman in his heart, while shaking his head in extreme fear.
"No, no, no, I didn't want to be a deserter."
"Then don't worry about unnecessary things." Xia Zhou stepped forward and suddenly pulled out the scalpel. The bald, burly man groaned, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face.
……………………
Behind him was a mess, covered in blood-red and green slime.
Xiao Jin was standing on the edge of the rooftop, unusually with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Beside her boots were two empty vials of serum, and there were four more in the room.
"Whoosh~" The smoke obscured her features.
"It's alright, I used two and four of them exploded, so I still made a profit of two!"
However, on the other hand, although the quality of the Mist Ghosts has improved, their numbers have been reduced by half. They no longer have the overwhelming presence they had on their first appearance.
Xiao Jin extinguished her cigarette, turned around, and went downstairs.
Footsteps crunched over the dried bloodstains in the corridor, the knife tip scraping the floor with a piercing sound. The entire apartment building was eerily quiet; even the distinctive howls of the Fog Ghosts had vanished.
"The third floor." She kicked open the emergency exit door, her pupils contracting into dangerous vertical lines in the dim light.
Just like before, no matter how hard Xiao Jin searched, the Fog Ghost inside the building was nowhere to be found. She was now wondering whether she should leave.
A few comments drifted by:
[The streamer had a bad start to the day.]
[Are even the Fog Ghosts avoiding the big shots?]
[Who knows...maybe they got scared after seeing so many of their kind die here!]
Seeing that she couldn't find it, Xiao Jin didn't insist and instead planned to go back to rest.
When she returned to the fourteenth floor, the morning light was seeping in through the crimson mist. The windows, which had been corroded and riddled with holes, were now covered with spiderweb-like crystals, like a protective film secreted by some kind of organism.
"It has evolved..." Xiao Jin poked the crystal with the tip of his knife, and the fragments fell down with a faint, sweet, and metallic taste.
Just as I was about to turn around, I suddenly heard a rustling sound behind me.
"who?"
The shadow stab grazed the newcomer's ear and embedded itself in the wall, the hilt still trembling outside.
Yin Hang stood frozen in place, his bulging backpack slamming to the ground with a thud, spilling out several packets of instant noodles, luncheon meat, and bottled water.
Xiao Jin recognized the packaging very well; it must have been issued by the government previously.
Besides that, she also saw canned fruit and neatly arranged steamed buns inside the backpack through the gap...
“What is this…” Xiao Jin looked at him.
At this moment, Yin Hang's eyes were bloodshot, his work pants had holes worn through at the knees, and his exposed skin was covered with festering red spots.
He lowered his head and didn't reply immediately. Instead, he trembled as he picked up the scattered food, his fingernails filled with dark purple scabs.
After a moment, he composed himself and, under Xiao Jin's puzzled gaze, placed the backpack at her feet.
"You're back. I came looking for you earlier, but you weren't home," Yin Hang said with a forced smile.
Xiao Jin's eyebrows furrowed, and she began to have her own guesses.
"What do you mean, give it to me?"
Yin Hang nodded: "Anyway, I won't need it."
He grinned and said, "It would be a waste to leave these things here. There aren't many, so I hope you won't mind."
"No, I don't need any supplies." Xiao Jin's boot tip pressed against the backpack, then she suddenly lifted it up and threw the backpack back into his arms.
"Is your sister still alive?"
Yin Hang shuddered, and when he looked up, the veins on his neck bulged: "It's no different from being dead now..." Before he could finish speaking, he coughed violently, and blood froth with black streaks seeped from between his fingers.
Xiao Jin glanced at the digital watch on his wrist. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, the 20th day of the game.
"There are also four packs of compressed biscuits and three boxes of self-heating hot pot in the backpack..." Yin Hang suddenly choked up, and pulled a metal box from the inner pocket: "This is Xin Xin's asthma medicine. Although it's expired, but..."
"I told you, I don't need this." Xiao Jin interrupted him: "Where is he?"
Yin Hang came to his senses and realized that Xiao Jin was asking about his younger sister, Yin Xin.
He shook his head, his mood extremely low: "In the bedroom... but he doesn't want me to see her."
My sister is such a clean and pretty girl, how could she let me see her looking like a ghost?
Since the appearance of the red mist, Yin Xin has not eaten anything.
Actually, Yin Hang came to see Xiao Jin not only to repay her kindness, but also because he wanted Xiao Jin to help his sister.
She was in so much pain that she simply couldn't bring herself to do it!
Remembering Yin Xin's festering sores, Xiao Jin paused, then turned and walked directly to the opposite door, tossing out, "Follow me."
Yin Hang was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and a glimmer of hope lit up his eyes.
Does she have a way to save her sister?
Although he didn't quite believe it, Yin Hang had no other choice but to hope that the miracle would happen to Xiao Jin.
Thinking of this, Yin Hang quickly followed, picking up his backpack that had slipped to the ground as he walked.
You can't just throw food away like that now, what if someone takes it?
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