"As we all know, you are all guilty people, and you have all fallen here because of your misdeeds against the superior people"

"In order to regulate the inferior people all over the world, our high-level officials specially approved this variety show activity - Killing Game"

"Throwing inappropriate inferior people into that dangerous forbidden area in batches and broadcasting them live in real time is said to help reduce the chances of the inferior people committing crimes."

"And I am the host of this world-class variety show, everyone can call me Teacher Killing."

The pink shirt smiled brighter and brighter.

Gu Mian stared at his pale face, always feeling as if he had seen this kind of person somewhere.

At this time, the native next to Gu Mian shook violently, and he struggled as if he wanted to get up from the chair, but his hands and feet were tightly pressed to the chair, and he couldn't move at all.

"As for the rules of the game - since it is a variety game, of course everyone must try to please the audience"

"The audience doesn't like the weak participants, they prefer to see you fight to the death, and if you do well, you may get a chance to leave the forbidden land, provided you are alive, of course."

"Ah, our photographer seems to have arrived, so I'm here to announce that the 132nd Killing Game is about to begin...... Please be prepared. ”

"In short, it's Balabala's saying that there are a bunch of useless things" - Gu Mian summed up in his heart.

Mr. Kill looked back at the unclosed car door.

At this moment, another person walked in from outside the door, also with a pale face, and even his hair was slightly white, as if he had put his whole head into a flour vat and rolled it around.

Looking at the two pale people standing together, Gu Mian finally remembered where he had seen this kind of person—the albinist in the biology book.

Two people with albinism stood together, muttering something about it.

Gu Mian's gaze circled over the two of them, and he guessed the difference between the superior and inferior people in this copy.

The faces of the superior people seemed to roll around in a flour vat.

And the colors of the faces of the inferior people are varied.

For example, the little brother in the chicken nest next to Gu Mian, he is the kind with a yellow belt and a black belt, but at this time it has begun to turn green, and I don't know if he is scared.

It can be seen that this host is not the same as the host of the previous copy.

In Gu Mian's heart, there are two kinds of dungeons, one is the copy of the NPC who knows that it is an NPC, such as the crazy word guessing and the hearse driver test center.

The other is that the NPC does not know that it is a copy of the NPC.

And listening to the description of this host, they obviously belong to the second situation.

I didn't know that the world I was in was a copy, and I was able to distinguish between superior and inferior people, and make this killing game for the pleasure of superior people.

Gu Mian was still thinking about it, and the photographer suddenly took out an iron box, which was about twenty centimeters long.

He opened the iron box, and then something like a small insect flew out of it, Gu Mian looked at it, these were not actually insects, but high-tech products.

"Mini follower, 360-degree panoramic photography, can synchronize the game footage of each participant in real time" Mr. Kill looked out the window as he said this: "It looks like we are not far from the forbidden land, and then we will separate, so ......"

Mr. Kill took a step back, his mouth slightly open.

At this time, Gu Mian also heard the second half of Mr. Kill's words, although the voice was a little small, he still heard it clearly-

"Then welcome to the Killing Game, good luck to you."

As soon as the words fell, the whole car suddenly fell into darkness, and then Gu Mian heard the screams of others in the dark.

A sudden power outage in such a strange place, of course, ordinary people will shout.

Even if the player doesn't call, the dungeon natives participating in the game will do.

Gu Mian also followed the "ahhhhh

He was trying to see if he could open the handcuffs, but before he could put his idea into practice, there was an even louder scream from behind him.

Those cries rose to this side like a tide, and before Gu Mian could understand what was happening, the chair under him suddenly rose a lot.

"What's that?" Gu Mian looked down, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness.

It didn't take long for him to notice that the floor of the carriage seemed to be tilted.

The floor behind them sloped, and everyone sat in their chairs and slid slowly backwards, about to slide out of the back door, the broken chairs didn't seem to be fixed.

The car was still moving fast, and Gu Mian heard someone shouting, then there was a "pop", and then there was no more sound.

And it didn't take long for Gu Mian's turn to let out a "snap".

Gu Mian slipped out of the back door of the carriage with a chair and fell into a.

He lay on the ground and looked up, only to see that the car that had been carrying them had gone away, leaving him with only a smoking butt.

At this time, the handcuffs and footcuffs on this chair have been loosened very humanely.

Gu Mian patted the ash on his body and stood up: "Do you disperse the players in this way?" It's really violent enough, can't you get a plane and tie a parachute to us and throw it down? ”

Straight out of the back door of the car, his gown was frayed and frayed.

Ignoring the gown that had a big gap, Gu Mian looked up.

It's dark now, and it is estimated that everyone thinks it is interesting to watch variety shows in the middle of the night, so they are thrown in at this time.

Presumably, the people in this copy are looking at them like monkeys.

Gu Mian thought as he glanced at the mini follower that followed him.

Outside the forbidden area, Mr. Kill is facing a large camera: "Ah, the player following the camera number nine is looking at the screen." ”