With Zod's statement, more players began to walk to the cross in twos and threes, and began to enforce their "innocuous judgment" - the vast majority of people chose to do the same thing as Zod, and cut a random knife in a place that was not fatal; Others, more daring, pierced their knives deeper, and looked at the suddenly wide eyes of the bound prisoners, but soon threw off their knives as if they had been burned, stuck out their tongues, and ran towards the crowd. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The situation escalated dramatically after the actions of a female player, who approached one of the crosses with red eyes, picked up a knife and slashed the throat of one of them without saying a word! Seeing that she was holding the knife and wanted to walk towards the second person, the big man in charge of maintaining order hurriedly stepped forward, snatched the knife from her hand, and carried her towards the back of the team...... Lu Pingchuan recognized her when he passed by the crowd, she was the girl who was bitten to death by a lion in the Bull Running Festival track!

Listening to the unwilling screams of the female player, as if something had been ignited, more and more people began to join the ranks of the "Inquisitors" - one of the three had already been killed, and the next choice seemed simpler: countless people had left deep and shallow knife marks on the prisoner whose throat had been cut, and their movements were swift and calm, as if they were not killing corpses, but only poking through an already tattered cloth bag.

"Stop...... Stop! Lu Pingchuan opened his arms, trying to block the crowd that was lining up to approach the cross. However, driven by others, the vast majority of players have fallen into a state of collective unconsciousness at this moment, passing by him one by one with indifferent expressions, and no one has tried to deal with his shock and panic...... In front of the zombie-like orderly team, Lu Pingchuan, who kept pulling and roaring, looked like a madman, only to see him constantly shuttling between the vague players, trying in vain to get them to put down the knife in their hands.

Xia Yan, who had been watching coldly from the crowd, glanced at Zode, who stepped forward without saying a word and dragged Lu Pingchuan, who was already on the verge of collapse, out of the team...... The execution process was still going on in an orderly manner, and there was no place for the unlucky guy with his throat cut open, and some of the players in the back of the line turned their eyes on the second and third people: most of them were just tasting them, but there were also a few players who began to have cruel fun: someone cut off a circle of the prisoner's scalp along the hairline, someone cut off their nose or ears, and even more carefully peeled off the other's eyelids with a knife to admire the prisoner's terrified eyes...... With the spread of blood stains on the prisoners, more and more players are like being bent over by the devil, and their attacks are becoming more and more ruthless, their expressions are becoming more and more relaxed, and the line of execution is getting longer and longer...... The black line at the end of the canopy was gradually approaching, and this weak dawn seemed to never come, but it was resigned to the bottomless black that gradually ate away at the entire sky.

When he saw Wen Jie, Bing'er, Situ Nan and Zhu Yaoming appear in the team, Lu Pingchuan didn't even have the sound of shouting, he hoarsely let out a desperate "drink", looked at the familiar faces and avoided his gaze, and approached the cross step by step...... Situ Nan lowered his head and did not dare to look at the prisoner, so he left the scene after indiscriminately slashing his leg; Zhu Yaoming hesitated for a long time holding the pendant in his hand, and finally stabbed the dead prisoner and hid in the crowd with his head down.

Wen Jie, who had not recovered from his leg injury, finally failed to reach the cross, and he came to say goodbye to Lu Pingchuan with the support of Bing'er: "Brother Lu, I can't do it with my feet, and I can't get off my hands...... Anyway, my sister's tuition has been saved enough, so I discussed with Bing'er and prepared to go back...... Brother, thank you for taking care of you during this time...... Yourselves...... Take care! ”

Lu Pingchuan watched Wen Jie leave with red eyes, and two lines of tears unconsciously flowed down his cheeks...... As time passed, the hot winds from the sandstorms were already carrying the coarse sand and gravel. Seeing that the procession in front of the cross was coming to an end, Frank impatiently snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, walked towards Lu Pingchuan, stared at the tear-stained young man in front of him and said:

"Mr. Six Realms of Reincarnation, your time is running out, if you can't make a decision before everyone is done, then I can only leave you here and leave you to fend for yourself with these three bastards."

"Let it go!" In the face of Frank's disdainful tone, Lu Pingchuan broke away from Zod's arms in a hoarse voice, and walked towards the cross as if he had lost his soul - in front of the hot sand wind that seemed to ignite his mouth and nose, Lu Pingchuan raised his head and carefully looked at the three human figures who were hanging on the cross - they could hardly be called human, only one of the three was still breathing, the clothes on his body were cut into rags, and the severed muscles and skin hung down from the body between the fragments of clothes, mixed with blood, Like the aerial rhizomes of some parasitic plants, they sway in the wind and drip a little scarlet.

Lu Pingchuan didn't know where he was, and he didn't know what he wanted to do, he subconsciously went to his side to touch something that could be supported, but a knife was stuffed into his hand...... His ears were full of wolf howls, and he felt that he could not hear anything, and in his eyes there was only a crimson more solemn than the night, except for the dim darkness...... At this moment, a peculiar sound attracted his attention, like the sound of a broken bellows with all its might, and in the harsh sand wind, it seemed particularly peculiar and abrupt.

Lu Pingchuan turned his head blankly following the voice, and then his eyes unexpectedly met the surviving prisoner.

Just a glance, the eyes transmitted by this person made Lu Pingchuan sober up—it was difficult to find words to describe what kind of eyes they were: his eyelids were cut in half, and the lower eyelids hung weakly to the edge of his lips; The nose was gone, and the lips that had been strangled by strips of cloth were mutilated...... Seeing the knife in Lu Pingchuan's hand, this person showed a begging expression, he couldn't make a sound, he could only nod desperately at him. With each shake of his skull, the peeled skin tissue vibrated up and down, and there was a "whirring" sound in his mouth, and tears burst out, rushing out a bloody and blurry mark on his bright red cheeks.

Lu Pingchuan stared into his eyes, and all that echoed in his mind was the sentence that Jiang Lan had left just now:

"If you can survive this closed beta, then the next time we meet, I will seriously treat you as an opponent."

He closed his eyes and, in the midst of the surging wind, stabbed the prisoner straight into the heart.