Chapter 44 The Judge's Sword
Only the first team to arrive will have the drink.
Sun Yuancheng came in second and only got a few hard steamed buns the size of a few children's fists.
Fortunately, he had a lot of water left, and with the water, these steamed buns could still be used to fill his stomach.
But other players were not as lucky as him.
The number and size of the steamed buns decreased as the order of participation progressed. When the fourth group of players found that they had tried their best but only got three dirty steamed buns, they couldn't help but curse Qian Wanlong in front of everyone.
The players who lined up behind but had not yet joined became increasingly angry.
The weather was hot, people were tired and thirsty, and emotions were like a pile of explosives burning in a detonating cord.
The explosion happened in the next moment.
"I said that the later players join, the less food they will get."
Qian Wanlong looked coldly at the player who was about to swing his fist at him.
"Bullshit! How can I eat a few broken buns? I can't swallow them without water!"
"I finally completed the mission, only to end up choking to death or dying of thirst. What's the point of this copy? If you want to kill me, just say so!"
"It's good to have food. Do you want to participate in this session? If not, please move back a little and don't take my place."
"Are you crazy?"
"You are crazy. Are you Long Aotian or Zhao Ritian? Do you need the dungeon planner to come over and kowtow to you and apologize, and serve you a full banquet? You don't look like a newcomer, but you talk and act like a moron."
"you--"
“Boom!”
The gong sounded again and the whole audience fell silent.
"I said," Wan Long's tone was already filled with anger. Several vicious dogs crawling in front of him were staring fiercely at everyone present. "God thanks you for catching the five murderers who killed the bride last night, so he gave you food. You think it's too little, only because you caught too few murderers, you can't blame others."
Sun Yuancheng leaned against a dark corner. The air passing through his nose became increasingly stuffy, but a bone-chilling chill arose in his heart.
The rules are very clear. If you want to get food, you have to catch more murderers for the evil god, or in other words, kill more players.
But the players are not stupid. After the tense situation last night and today, the balance between 8,000 points and survival is placed in front of everyone. Anyone with eyes can see which is more important.
The number of players who actively kill people will drop sharply.
But the number of players who kill "passively" will inevitably increase.
Qian Wanlong's words appear to be a reiteration of the rules, but in reality they are enticing players to continue framing each other.
Now, the atmosphere among players is also wrong.
They not only hated Qian Wanlong, but also hated each other around them. Some even started to curse Liu Guan and Duan Jiayi.
Fortunately, the two of them had already run away, so this verbal fight was avoided.
Quarrel, insult, and look down on each other.
Poor physical condition makes people instinctively wary and disgusted with others in order to better protect themselves.
In such a dangerous environment, some people add fuel to the fire, hoping to make the chaos even more intense.
Sun Yuancheng looked at the player who had previously called others "retarded" without leaving a trace.
Does he really want to participate in the [Breathing Swing]?
uncertain.
Perhaps adding fuel to the flames of chaos was his purpose.
While chaos brings panic, it can also bring hope, and this hope obviously belongs to the poor who account for 30% of the total number of players.
After the player dies, the supplies in the backpack can be taken away, and the water resources can change owners.
I’m afraid that few of the poor players who have survived to this day are easy to deal with.
Most of the players were already close to insanity, and the next part was even more suffocating.
[Breathing Swing] ends and the sun sets.
[Who is on the plate] mission is started.
The player is once again asked to plant the seedlings.
Yesterday, the poor begged the rich for some water, but today, the poor and the rich can compete with each other.
"I won't plant anymore. I'll drink the remaining water myself," someone said. "I'll plant the seedlings and die of thirst alone afterwards, while you rich people can continue to enjoy your life. Why? If we die, we die together. I won't plant anymore. If you want to plant, I can give you the seedlings."
"Subsequent missions may reward water resources."
"Maybe? Why should I believe you? You didn't give me any water after talking for so long. Your voice is louder than anyone else's. You don't do anything practical when asked to do it. Okay, I won't do anything either."
"How can I give you any water?" The slightly fat man, half of his clothes soaked with sweat, had a flattering expression on his face. "I got the amount of water that ordinary people get. I can only protect myself, I can't help..."
The person who was arguing with him was a thin man. At this moment, the thin man showed a mocking expression and looked him up and down: "Do you think I'm an idiot?"
The players' arguments became louder and louder, but still no one was willing to take out the extra water.
Even if some people want to share, they dare not raise their hands - those who dare to stand up and share the water are most likely rich people.
However, after his identity was exposed, he would not be let off unless he changed his identity from a rich man to a poor man through the water diversion process.
There is an invisible contest here - only the players themselves know how much water they have stored.
The poor can openly confess: This is all I have, and if you go to great lengths to kill me it would be like picking up a sesame seed, it's not worth it.
The rich are different. They need to hide their water resources more than anyone else to avoid being killed.
The group was in a stalemate, with Qian Wanlong in the middle repeatedly stressing that players must not kill each other in the open air.
Is this a deterrent? This is the death version of hunger marketing.
If they are not allowed to take action now, the suppressed players will only become more ruthless at night.
Sun Yuancheng swallowed his saliva in fear and shrank back from the corner.
He is not going to plant seedlings.
After last night, he already knew that zombies were beneficial to players who had been exposed to the rain, and he wished that no one would grow plants and let the zombies in.
At this moment, he has more important things to do.
Li Ziyue's previous doubts were not illusions. Those players who were bitten by zombies did "disappear" near the temple.
After being bitten, the player unlocks a new mission - [The Judge's Knife]
[Congratulations to the player for triggering the "Judge's Knife" hidden mission]
[Mission Difficulty: Three Stars (Okay, we admit that there were some problems when designing the mission. If the player does not observe carefully, it is easy to die here. We are very sorry for this and will compensate the player as follows: every Qingming Festival, we will offer a bunch of beautifully packaged and expensive chrysanthemums in front of your grave)]
[Samsung Mission Introduction:
Why do you only see old people and young people in this village, but no children?
child?
Where are the children?
If there really are no children, how can this village continue to develop?
Maybe you have seen the child before getting this task, haha.
Maybe you only saw the child part, haha.]
[Task requirements: Find the child and save the child (0/1)]
[Task Reward: 20,000 points (Saving a far more brutal massacre, we pay our sincerest respect to your kindness and assure you that this is the task with the highest points reward in all copies, and, perhaps, you will get more than this (smile))]
Sun Yuancheng looked at the task prompt displayed at the end of the system.
[Task Tips: ① The child who can be saved is not in the temple ② The life of a child is short, you cannot save a dead child ③ We heard that there are guides, of course, you know, there are many different paths]
No wonder the man looked panicked when he bumped into Li Ziyue. It turned out that he was worried about the mission time.
Sun Yuancheng frowned and looked at the third point.
Guide?
He walked aimlessly around the village, occasionally picking up a stone and knocking it on the ground, pretending that he was looking for softer soil.
Passing by several closely-spaced houses, he was just about to stand in the shadow of the larger houses to rest for a few minutes when he heard faint voices coming from the wall.
"mom."
The man shouted indifferently. Sun Yuancheng felt that the tone was somewhat familiar, but because of the wall, he couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was for a while.
"You are almost 80 years old, do you know how the villagers see you?"
“…”
"Do you want me to say it?"
“…”
"I made the umbrella and I cleaned the meat. You can only do some simple guidance in your current physical condition, but anyone can do this job. You are not irreplaceable..."
"alright……"
Sun Yuancheng shuddered.
A female voice, an old and sad female voice.
The scorching sun shone on half of Sun Yuancheng's body. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples slowly. His heart was pounding and he felt the blood in his body boiling.
The long silence made Sun Yuancheng mistakenly believe that the other party had left. Just as he was about to move, he heard the female voice again.
"...I know, you don't need to tell me."
"You have grown up after all. You chased me when I was a child, and stayed away from me when I became an adult. Now that I am old, you want to abandon me."
Sun Yuancheng paused.
There was another period of depressing silence. He heard two footsteps with different rhythms leaving one after another. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and walk out of the darkness.
What does that mean? Sun Yuancheng was confused.
Thinking carefully, the male voice should be Qian Wanlong, and the female voice is the old woman from before.
What are these two doing? Qian Wanlong is going to abandon his mother? It seemed that they had a bad relationship before, and now they are breaking up? What an unfilial son.
Sun Yuancheng despised this man very much.
Just as I was thinking about it, I caught a glimpse of glaring pink out of the corner of my eye.
His nerves tensed up instantly.
Sun Yuancheng followed quietly, and as expected, he saw the child who had followed Wang Qi before walking quickly towards XX Hope Primary School.
The bright red color stood out against the dull yellow sand. Only then did Sun Yuancheng understand why most of the weird children in infinite novels wore red clothes.
It's so conspicuous. If you don't dress brightly and get discovered by the players, how can you scare them?
The great infinite flow designer actually knows a little about color psychology.
Sun Yuancheng silently complained in his heart, but his actions did not slow down.
The child eventually disappeared near an empty field behind the elementary school.
It cannot be said to be empty. The ground here is rugged and there is obviously something hidden underneath.
Sun Yuancheng touched the protruding soil with his hands, exerted a little force with his fingers, broke open a small section, and saw the eerie white bones buried inside.
Goose bumps instantly appeared all over my body.
hiss.
Sun Yuancheng had just stood up when the hot afternoon wind blew layer upon layer of sand, immediately blurring his eyes, and two lines of clear tears fell.
Sun Yuancheng complained about his own disappointment while rubbing his eyes anxiously.
His vision was obstructed, making him more sensitive to everything around him. With the help of the strong wind, he was able to see that there seemed to be a bamboo pole erected in front of him, with a red and yellow cloth hanging on the pole.
He walked over hesitantly and took off the cloth.
All I saw was this written on it.
[My head is howling]
[My middle is waiting]
[My bottom is shrinking]
My shell is burning
[My inner self is sprouting]
Sun Yuancheng's eyelids twitched, and he felt like he had heard these words somewhere... before?
He walked and stared at the fabric in thought.
Rain, cold, windows, fragrance...
Oh shit!
Isn't this what the old woman was mumbling while she was cooking last night...
He stepped suddenly on empty air.
The next moment.
"ah--"
His scream was stuck in his throat, and in the blink of an eye, he tumbled into a dark basement.
Sun Yuancheng brushed off the dust on his body, touched the cold stone beside him, and heard his own heartbeat like thunder.
He had just fallen and hit the corner of his eye, and his eyes were still in pain. He squinted his eyes with difficulty and could only see a little dim light.
A series of tiny rustling sounds were heard around the quiet basement, like countless small insects crawling in the dark.
Sun Yuancheng was so scared that he quickly opened his eyes, and when he saw everything clearly.
He felt as if his heart had stopped completely.
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