After dawn, the twenty soulless people were successfully transformed, and two of them went berserk as soon as they swallowed the capsule, and in less than a quarter of an hour they turned into a pile of rotten water and died, and One-Eye immediately had two more people catch and make up for it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info These soulless "players" were chained to the open space and lined up, in front of them were a dozen substitute soulless people, and the two sides were less than two meters away.

The players who were subconsciously ordered to hunt the spiritless people smelled the breath of the spiritless people close at hand, and suddenly twisted their bodies desperately like crazy, trying to break free from the rope and pounce on the prey to bite.

I want to eat, but I can't. The tighter the rope struggles, the tighter it gets, the more it stimulates the violent instinct. These players are screaming like demons, and the scene is a bit miserable.

Moreover, the spiritless people here are intelligent and somewhat conscious, so their pain is also contagious, and even the veterans who are used to the cruel battlefield are a little unbearable. It's also a sin to think about it, and they were all dead people, but they were resurrected by the radiation waves of the end times, but they were half-dead.

The rest of the unreformed spiritless people were also somewhat conscious, and when they saw their companions being made mortal enemies, they were afraid and resentful, and their red eyes stared at the one-eyed doctor who was calmly making notes on the side, wanting to tear him to pieces with their eyes.

"Okay, it's smoother than expected, yes, yes, what's going on under the mountain?" One-Eyed didn't pay attention to those spiritless people, and he didn't relent, even if he experimented on living people, not to mention that these were just walking dead.

The assistant on the side called down the mountain, and then reported that it was estimated that the water would recede in an hour, and then the spiritless people outside would attack.

Dye Feng explained that although there was a temporary barrier to the place where the wall had fallen, it could not withstand the crowd. They are afraid of water because they have suffered from high-voltage electricity, and they dare not approach now, but they will definitely move when the water recedes, otherwise they will not fall out of the nest and surround the mountain.

In the calculation, the Smoke Rotting Bomb can solve a maximum of thirty percent of the soulless people, and the rest of the twenty soulless hunters will definitely not be able to deal with it, plus bombs and traps, it can solve seventy or eighty percent. Killing Heaven has already deployed a combat detachment at the foot of the mountain to exterminate the fish that have slipped through the net.

One-eye nodded in satisfaction, and then put the results of the data convergence on the screen for the reference of the bettor.

But the marauders don't look at these head-scratching data, they are all battle-hardened combat fighters, and they are more accustomed to judging directly by looking at the ontology. Several players with obvious strength and explosive power have become favorites, with low odds but strong popularity. and two more,

After deploying the defense line under the mountain, he returned to the base camp, and only glanced at the beast-shaped players in the courtyard and went in, but he looked at the data on the big screen for a long time, looking at it with relish. The people on the side also followed the trend and went in to take a look, only to see that they were confused.

"This after-show is to test your eyesight, when fighting, not only to see what is in front of you, but also to see what is not in front of you, what is not there does not mean that it does not exist." Is it a good mood to kill the sky, and said a few more words, but it is a little esoteric and difficult to understand.

After saying that, he casually pressed a key on the keyboard of the betting system, and left without looking at the statistical results. Everyone gathered around to see that he had chosen an unpopular player, and only one person had placed a bet so far, and they couldn't help but be surprised.

The spiritless hunter who was chosen by the Killing Heaven was the strangest one, he had been sitting cross-legged on the ground in the courtyard, and even the spiritless man shaking in front of him couldn't stimulate his instinctive blood, everyone thought he was a defective product, and no one was optimistic about him at all.

Most people think that Killing Sky made a mistake in the serial number, and it is a pity that the operation is wrong. However, no matter how many points the leader hands over, it will return to the leader's pocket, and it doesn't matter what he wants.

But if the people under them lose, the points they have saved will be gone, and they are still counting on the exchange of wine and weapons. So there weren't many people calling, and they all went for the favorite.

"The kid has good eyesight." The only person who placed a bet before killing the sky smiled silently, and it turned out to be One-Eyed. He knew it was a system bug that he could bet on, but who made him drink?