The player who kidnapped Mr. Lan had a scar on his left cheek and a terrifying aura. He pushed Mr. Lan forward, and behind him, a bald man holding a prop occasionally threw out small explosive props.
The two worked together well and quickly reached the center of the hall.
Scarface grabbed Mr. Blue's hair, forcing him to raise his chin. The blade dug into his skin, and blood was dripping from his neck.
"From now on, I'm in charge of this building."
Mr. Lan's vision went black, and he could only verbally dissuade him: "You're going to ruin this building. If you don't understand, don't mess around!"
The two men took advantage of the chaos and splashed strange things onto the exterior walls and doors that were coated with a special material, thus corroding an entrance into them.
After entering, they blew up doors and pipes, leading the group of weirdos on the first floor to break through layer after layer of military security doors, killing and looting, and forcibly entered the tenth floor.
Before they did all this, didn't they ever think about why the Blue Sky Building was so safe and hadn't been invaded by fungi?
He stared at the camera above his head. "You've damaged the security door. The only remedy now is to spray a high-concentration red fog on the tenth floor to disinfect it and prevent everyone here from being implicated."
"Stop talking nonsense! You talk a good game, but what about getting involved? I haven't seen you care about those people outside."
Scarface grinned, the blade pressing closer. "Do you know how I got in here?"
"Let me tell you, everyone outside has mutated. I don't even have to lift a finger; they want to get in here more than I do."
"Nonsense, absolutely impossible." The high-ranking official who had spoken with Shi Jinzhe firmly denied Scarface's words.
But after thinking for a moment, he asked Scarface, "They've all mutated, how did you survive among that group of people?"
"If they can mutate, so can I."
Scarface didn't care. While replenishing his energy, he discovered an item called "antibacterial pills" in a bottle of vitamins.
Although it cannot completely kill the fungus, it is enough to survive until the end of the instance.
Thinking about it, he cursed the game in his heart, saying it was really a piece of trash, hiding it so well that he wouldn't have found it if he hadn't been lucky.
More and more people poured into the tenth floor. In addition to the players at the front, there were also employees with their families rushing in. More than a hundred people squeezed into the lobby at once.
Those holding children and supporting their parents all showed signs of panic, but most were in relatively good spirits.
Shi Jinzhe stood in the corner watching. These people were either senior executives or family members of core researchers. Ordinary employees in the apartment building did not receive this treatment.
Lan Tuwen knows how to make things easier. Once they're in, they're all his hostages, forced to work for him. Otherwise, they'll all be waiting to die outside.
If someone isn't very bright, they might get sold out and even end up counting the money for the seller, thinking the seller is a good person.
The stench emanating from downstairs gradually intensified, making one feel nauseous.
Instead of red mist being sprayed from the tenth floor, the sound of mechanical gears turning could be heard.
Above the stairwell and elevator entrance, two hidden doors slid down quickly, fitting perfectly into the ground grooves and firmly blocking the exit of this floor.
For a moment, everyone's face showed surprise. Even Mr. Lan was shocked. There was actually a door in this building that he didn't know about.
Seeing the crowd in a panic, Shi Jinzhe quickly seized a room to occupy.
He smashed the security camera in the corner with a butterfly knife, blocked the door with a sofa, and gestured for Shekh to press his tail down to increase the weight.
With nowhere to sit, Shi Jinzhe leaned against the edge of the desk, speaking to Shehe.
"Doors can't contain fungi. Although you and I are more resistant than them, we still need to be careful. The people outside haven't had direct contact with the hairy monster, so they should be able to hold out for a few days. It's best for us to stay away for now."
Shi Jinzhe firmly believed that it was better to avoid trouble. Since Sheh could hear the commotion outside, he wouldn't go looking for trouble by wandering around aimlessly.
"There's arguing outside, and there will be man-made disasters to come."
Shehra removed her mask and took out her own snake skin.
The snake's molt was no longer what it looked like when it was first shed; now it looked more like a long skirt.
Shi Jin turned his back and asked, "You can make clothes from this snake molt?"
"These have always been my clothes."
"Does it have any special effects?"
Shekh: "In human form, it's like wearing scales on your body."
She had put away the old clothes she wore when she left the game because they were too worn out; in fact, she had been completely unprotected during this time.
Shekh put on the new clothes that had been shed by the snake, and felt refreshed.
"That's fine."
Shi Jin turned around and saw that it was a long dress with a swaying collar. The fabric was wrapped around the waist, tightened, and hung down to the shoulders, revealing part of the back. The skirt flowed smoothly down below the waist.
The texture is very similar to heavy silk, and the purple iridescent light refracts to create varying shades of luster, making Scheres appear as if it is covered with a layer of flowing light.
"It looks great."
Shi Jinzhe had a question: "Is your exposed skin protected?"
“Some,” Shekh said. “The time it’s been raised is a bit short, but you can wear it for now. The clothes you gave me are nice, but they’re not durable.”
Shi Jinzhe noticed that her back and arms were exposed, making her appear vulnerable to being targeted and injured.
"Do you want to find a piece of clothing to put on?"
“No need.” Shekh pulled off the old skirt in her hand and wrapped it around herself as a shawl.
It's unclear whether thrift or wastefulness is a matter of time.
"Then you can make do with this for now, I'll buy you a new one when we get out."
Sheh wasn't interested in what to wear. She searched the room for a long time and finally found a small bed in the hidden lounge, even smaller than the single bed that Shi Jinzhe had initially given her to sleep in.
"How am I supposed to sleep without a bed?"
"I'll pitch you a tent, you can curl up in it and sleep...?"
Shekh looked at him quietly without saying a word.
The two looked at each other, speechless.
Before she slept in a bed, she could sleep sitting up, but after sleeping in a soft and large bed, she found it a bit unbearable.
Shi Jinzhe really had no choice but to discuss it with her: "Just bear with it for now, and I'll have a super big bed custom-made for you after we get out."
"How big is 'extra big'? Can it fit its tail?"
"I'll let you roll around on it."
Shekh's thoughts were running wild, and he could finally let go of his tail...
She began to think about what position she should lie in on the bed.
As I was thinking, I sat down on the small bed.
"Can."
Shekh agreed, and suddenly heard voices approaching from outside the door.
Scarface and Baldy kept turning the door lock, and the players who came up with him split into small groups, with seven or eight following behind him, blocking the door.
"People inside, open the door and give us some space. If you don't, I'm going to kick it down."
"What was bound to happen has finally happened."
Where there are many people, there is bound to be trouble; Shi Jinzhe knew this would happen.
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