At this time, Mo Ran saw the surrounding situation clearly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt's a burning village, covered in blood and corpses.

In addition to the corpses, several people were fighting. Two of them were dressed exactly like the attackers, and maybe they were... Subdue?

One of the attackers was stabbing a beautiful woman with a thin sword.

It's just that the thin sword keeps trembling in the air, and it just can't be pierced. The attacker's expression was full of struggle, but behind that struggle, there was a hideousness.

There was only fear on the beauty's face, but instead of looking at the rappier, she stared at the attacker's eyes, and in the corners of her eyes, blood was pouring down.

The beauty seemed to have reached its limit, and the thin sword began to advance inch by inch, stabbing unswervingly at the full chest.

"Help me!"

The beauty began to cry out for help, and in that trembling voice, it was full of despair and begging.

The voice seemed to have magical power, and when Mo Ran heard it, he couldn't help but want to help, but his body was too weak.

Another assailant was attacking a stocky middle-aged man. In the face of a fierce attack, the middle-aged man could only resist indiscriminately.

It's just that the middle-aged man's body exudes a faint white light. These white lights seem to be able to withstand damage, so although the attacker is aggressive, he can only leave insignificant damage on the middle-aged body.

Hearing the beautiful woman's call for help, the middle-aged man hesitated a little, and then his expression became firm. He immediately gave up his resistance and turned to ram at the other attacker. At the same time, the light on his body also became thicker.

The attacker, who was controlled by a beautiful woman, was horrified. But he couldn't dodge at all, he could only watch as he was knocked away.

The impact was so severe that the attacker landed and struggled several times, but was unable to get up.

The middle-aged man also fell to the ground after the impact. The attacker who followed him, brandishing his weapon. The sword was like a swimming snake, swimming at every vital point.

In the face of the attack, the middle-aged man who fell to the ground could only curl up in a ball to protect the vital point, and he had no power to resist.

While the beauty called for help, the sick man also moved, picked up the thin sword, and rushed towards the attacker. It's just that the distance between the two sides is too far, and after the middle-aged man falls to the ground, he can only arrive.

The appearance of the sick man made the attacker abandon the middle-aged man and attack the sick man instead.

Although he has good fighting skills, in terms of weaponry, the sick man is just average, and he was beaten by the attacker and retreated one after another.

Fortunately, the sick man reacted quickly, and at every moment of crisis, he was able to avoid the attack dangerously and dangerously, but the danger was full of dangers.

"Help me!" The sick man dodged the attack again, and took advantage of the gap to shout to the beautiful woman.

The shouting made the beauty stunned, at this moment when her lips were cold and her teeth were cold, how could she think about it. Then, a pair of large charming eyes stared at the attacker.

The simple gaze made the beauty very painful, and the originally beautiful face was completely wiped out under the twitching muscles.

The gaze of a beautiful woman has incredible power. The attacker who was watching, his body stiffened. The sick man grabbed the fighter, took a step forward, and pierced the thin sword into the opponent's chest until it came out.

The sick man didn't look at the results of the battle, and his body retreated violently.

The fear before death, and the potential for life, allowed the attacker to break free of control, and through the madness before death, he wielded the rapian.

It's just a fatal wound that makes the attacker's strength pass away. After more than ten seconds, he fell to the ground softly, and only occasionally his body twitched.

At this time, a scream attracted Mo Ran.

The attacker, who had been knocked into the air, was being trampled under the feet of a non-existent youth. In the young man's hand, there was a wooden stick with a pointed point, which kept stabbing the back of the attacker's heart.

Driven by the desire to survive, the attacker kept crawling forward, but was firmly trampled on the soles of his feet.

The young man's hand was very steady, and even though he was splashed with blood, the wooden stick was still unswerving, stabbing the back of the attacker's heart until the other party stopped struggling.

When all the attackers are dead, all threats are lifted. A muscular man stepped out from behind the stump.

It's just that his expression, extremely disproportionate to his figure, is full of cowardice and fear. Mentally, it seems, was seriously stimulated......

In the burning village, six men and women who were out of place in the environment sat together, but the atmosphere was quite dignified. Above the heads of the six people, there was also a ball of light hovering.

Mo Ran is one of the six. Through the information in his mind, Mo Ran knew his situation.

The six people sitting around at this time, known as the Trialists, were the warriors chosen by the Nightmare Space, and they were dead.

Thinking of this, many pictures emerged, but Mo Ran could only capture two of them - the taxi that was crushed by the tanker, and the self sitting in the back of the taxi, constantly vomiting blood.

As if unable to endure this solemn atmosphere, the stout man was the first to break the silence.

"Memory tells me I'm dead! It doesn't matter what the hell this is, and whether you believe it or not, I do. ”

The man's face was very ugly, and after seeing everyone nodding, he continued: "Since a consensus has been reached, I think everyone should introduce it, including their own abilities. ”

Hearing the word ability, Mo Ran suddenly thought of something, and then his left hand was scorching. Then, a panel appeared in front of you.

Name: Mo Ran

ID: 6807

Race: Human

Lifespan: 61 years

Stamina: 140 (60+80)

Strength: Ununlocked

Dexterity: Ununlocked

Constitution: 6 (17 is the mob's limit)

Note: Constitution increases the body's toughness (a small amount of defense and increases immunity), vitality (health, health regeneration, reduces fatal chance and injuries), endurance (affects explosiveness, stamina, and stamina recovery), and focuses on toughness, vitality, and stamina.

Perception: Not unlocked

Wisdom: Ununlocked

Spirit: Ununlocked

Bloodline: Ununlocked

Talents: Elementary Stamina (Stamina +80) Note: You feel like you have unlimited stamina, but that's just your illusion.

Mastery: Ununlocked

Ability: Danger Sense (Elementary) has a weak response to danger.

Skill: Rage (Elementary) Increases explosiveness, deters enemies, and is immune to psychic magic.

Looking at the panel, Mo Ran began to smile bitterly, he was actually a scumbag who didn't even have health points. Then I looked at the surrounding scene, and this panel obviously had nothing to do with the game.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the man had no choice but to continue talking to himself.

"Tao, profession is fitness instructor. Unlocked the Perception stat, with two primary abilities, Rhetoric and Death Sensation. ”

Tao Zhi gave everyone an ugly smile and continued: "The feeling of death, so that I can feel death. It's ridiculous to say, I really felt the deaths, they were so intense, it seemed like they were all gathered around us. ”

Before he finished speaking, blood gushed out from Tao's nose, and his body swayed.

Tao wiped the blood in horror, and everyone unconsciously avoided it. Only Tao looked at the young man beside him and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.