'Whew... Whew! ’

"When Lao Tzu goes out, he must slaughter this group of bastards!"

The tall middle-aged man looked at the cold dagger that was stabbed in front of his crotch with rapid breathing, felt the cold balls, and gritted his teeth and said with hatred.

"What should I do?"

At this time, the short middle-aged man next to him suddenly asked in a low voice.

"How do I know what to do!"

"A gold coin, we don't even have a copper plate on us, where is the gold coin!"

"MD, it's not good that this game is too real, I still have a pain in my body!"

The tall man looked helpless.

"Otherwise, we'll kill ourselves!"

"Bite your tongue and commit suicide, just like in the TV series!"

"Anyway, it's just a game, and if you commit suicide, you should be able to go back to your spawn point directly!"

The short man's face was silent, and his mouth suddenly said fiercely.

As soon as the short man spoke, the tall man looked shocked.

He really didn't expect that this ordinary-looking, short, stocky guy in front of him could come up with such a ruthless method.

Biting your tongue and killing yourself, how painful it must be!

I shudder to think about it!

"Dude, it's already so painful to be beaten in this game!"

"How dare you kill yourself by biting your tongue?"

"You're really ruthless!"

"I don't have the courage!"

The tall man shook his head repeatedly, he couldn't do anything to himself.

But it soon occurred to him that there seemed to be the only way to get out of trouble.

Otherwise, if they can't get the gold coins, these thugs will really do what they say, break their legs, and torture themselves.

In the end, you have to commit suicide, or you commit suicide after being tortured, then you will lose a lot.

Thinking of this, the tall man was silent for a while, and suddenly said in a loud voice:

"What if this game resurrects after death, and you have to run corpses like any other game?"

Hearing the tall man's words, the short man's face froze, and then he said fiercely:

"Run the corpse, run the corpse, I don't believe these bastards will always guard our corpse!"

"Besides, we don't know how to resurrect this game, maybe we don't need to run the corpse!"

"Hurry up and decide, I don't think these bastards have much patience!"

"After we are resurrected, we will be a good man again, and when the time comes, we will come back to take revenge on these guys, and we will never die!"

The short man looked at the flower-shirted gangster not far in front of him and waited for the two of them to discuss, as if he was about to get impatient, and hurriedly urged.

"Okay! It only takes a few seconds, and we're good again! ”

The tall man gritted his teeth and muffled.

"Okay, listen to me, I'll shout one, two, three, and we'll bite it together!"

"Listen, bite your tongue off hard, you have to use it hard!"

"Otherwise, if you don't bite your tongue at once, it will hurt so much that you doubt your life, I checked it on the Internet."

"If you don't succeed in committing suicide, you will really be able to survive and die!"

The short man hurriedly explained.

"Alright, don't be rambling, shout, I'm ready!"

The tall man held his breath fiercely, and his face was almost red.

"Okay, I shouted!"

The short man nodded, and began to shout in a deep voice, "One..."

"Wait!"

It seemed a bit too much for the tall man to think about dying like this.

He is not even afraid of death now, where can he be afraid of these gangsters.

So, he looked at the leader of the bastard in the flower shirt and opened his mouth and scolded:

"You eggless bastards, wait for Lao Tzu to come back..."

"When Brother Lao Tzu comes back, he will definitely avenge me, and hack you bastards to death..."

It's just that before the tall man could finish speaking, the leader of the flower shirt gangsters seemed to be aware of the two of them's intentions.

Immediately, his complexion changed, and he waved his hand and shouted coldly: "Go, plug their mouths!" ”

"I want them to live, not to die!"

'Wow! ’

Watch as a bunch of thugs rush up.

The tall man's face changed dramatically and he looked at the short man.

The short man didn't panic, and shouted quickly: "One, two, three, start!" ”

When the words fell, the two middle-aged men had no way to retreat, so they could only bite down.

The short man was hard enough on himself to bite down to the bottom.

Immediately, a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

His face also turned extremely pale in an instant, his eyes were straight, and the light in his eyes dimmed at a speed.

The tall man was miserable, and he couldn't bite off his tongue just now.

As a result, the heart-rending pain immediately attacked, accompanied by Douda's tears rolling down in an instant, and the pain in his mouth was indescribable and speechless.

"Mmmm

Looking at the many thugs who had already grabbed their hands and feet, the tall man endured the severe pain and bit again.

This time it worked.

The severed tongue gushed out, and blood spurted all over the thugs in front of him.

At this moment, the tall middle-aged man could feel the passage of his life.

It was a very strange and terrifying feeling!

At this moment,

The tall man seemed to hear a strange noise coming from the system.

Then, he vaguely saw a task appear in front of his eyes:

[Mission: Hidden Dangers in Taal Town (Group)]

[In the West District of the town, there is a group of young criminal gangs who make a living by fighting and extorting are hiding in the West District...]

[Requirements: Kill at least twenty-five gang members!] 】

[Mission Description: This mission is a group mission, and it is recommended that at least two or more players team up to do it!] 】

[Do you accept it?] 】

[Accept? ... Don't accept it? 】

“What？”

"it!"

'Poof...'

Looking at the belated task in front of him, the tall man spurted out a mouthful of old blood and fell to the ground and died.

......

"Tut-tut!"

"It's a blind eye!"

The player's spawn point, in the study room on the second floor, in front of the virtual screen.

Murphy looked at the corpse of the tall, middle-aged man with wide eyes.

It's only been a little over an hour since the server was launched, and the feeling these players give Murphy is really interesting.

In his previous life, he hadn't touched games much since he started a small business.

Now that I'm behind the game, I realize that it's really enjoyable.

I guess the people who are behind the big games, the planners, builders, and the people who maintain the operation of the game feel the same way.

It's a lot of fun to watch players fumble around in the world they've built, and then do all sorts of maneuvers.

No, those games on Earth are nowhere near comparable to the real-life games you create.

And those plans are far from being comparable to themselves who have all the rights.

Shaking his head, Murphy continued to look at the virtual screen in front of him.

"This is 99% of the virtual simulation game, and almost all players have a 99% sense of contact, which is already infinitely close to the real feeling in the real world."

"These two guys actually dare to play suicide, and they are also werewolves!"

"But after this death experience, I believe they shouldn't have a second time!"

Murphy raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, reaching out and swiping across the screen.

The next moment, the scene shifts to the avenue at the entrance to the western side of the small town of Tahr.

At this point, a large number of gamers have gathered here, and it seems that they are all gearing up for the next task.