The damp land was scattered with corpses, hairy rats, and the corpses of the Fallen Demons, and a foul smell filled the air.

In the cold wind of fear, the surviving humans sat around and shivered. Only when misfortune befalls humans again and again will they feel that it is good to be alive. On the contrary, those who have no shortage of food and clothing and have not suffered more prefer to seek death and life because of some trivial things.

What we squander is often what we have, and when we can't have it, it becomes very valuable.

That's what life is all about......

The tragic battle eliminated many human beings who could not adapt to this first competition, and almost everyone who was alive hung their colors, whether it was Bao Conggo, Wang Hou, Yang Li or Wang Daxiao and others.

And the only gain for these living people may be breath and courage.

"Big brother, my name is Wanghou, and everyone calls me a monkey. I haven't asked your name yet, and it's not the same thing to keep chasing you and calling you big brother. The prince gently rubbed his chest and asked softly. The tail whip of the Rat King before made him turn his internal organs upside down, and there are still some sequelae that are difficult to get rid of at the moment.

It turns out that otaku can be hot-blooded, but the consequences are very serious.

Bao Conggo exhaled deeply and said, "Oh? My name is Bag from Walk. Intuitively, he still had a good impression of this thin young man.

"Uh, Brother Bao, why do you feel weird about this title." The prince frowned and smiled.

Yang Li, who got the benefit of Bao Conggo, gently stroked the hand axe in his hand, and said suspiciously: "Bao Conggo, I see that you are a little familiar, have we seen it elsewhere?" ”

"They are all from H City, so it's natural to be familiar." Bao Cong walked and wiped the dirty blood stains on his face with his clothes.

Bao Conggo has been working in the coal mine for a long time, and rarely communicates with people. After a short period of silence, the prince broke the silence and said: "Brother Bao, I was an otaku before I came here, except for watching movies and playing games at home, I haven't done anything worthy of praise, but I didn't expect to come here, but I played a great role in protecting human beings, could it be that I was born with heroic attributes?" That, Brother Bao, what did you do before? Why is it so powerful, could it be a professional thug? Or the peerless master hidden in the sea of people? An assassin who takes someone's life for a commission? ”

Looking at the chatter of the prince, Yang Li smiled and sighed in his heart: It's good to be young.

Bao Conggo shook his head and replied: "I'm just a coal digger, I'm afraid this person next to you is really the kind of person you said, you can ask him what he has done." As he spoke, he already looked at Yang Li.

Hearing Bao Cong's words, the prince also looked at Yang Li curiously.

"Lao Tzu is just a plasterer on a construction site, but he has indeed killed people. A boss who was in arrears ran away with half a year's salary, and I chased him to his house, Chinese New Year's Eve, castrated him in front of his whole family, and then chopped him up with a knife! Yang Li licked his tongue and muttered: "That feels so good, and then when he absconded, he killed another negative man who bullied the widow, and then what happened now." In my opinion, Brother Bao, I'm afraid that you have no less blood on your body than I do. ”

The prince was already pleasantly surprised when he heard Yang Li's bizarre experience, but he didn't expect that in the end, he said that Bao Cong had killed more people than him. looked at Bao Cong in surprise at the moment, it seems that only this kind of character who draws a knife to each other can be called a hero.

Many people may not make mistakes that will kill them, but does this reason motivate them to keep making mistakes?

Although the law is a standard for measuring right and wrong, when dead things eventually deviate, the real standard for measuring right and wrong is human nature.

The foreman who ran away with the money made a small profit, which only made some people lose some income, but he didn't know that this money was enough for the worker's family to eat, drink and spend for a year.

Killing and being killed, impulsive and savage, right and wrong, how should we measure?

"If the dead bodies and rats are counted, then I do have a lot of blood." Bao Cong walked softly.

"And what about on Earth? Have you ever killed someone on Earth? The prince asked. Even Yang Li waited for his answer.

In an instant, Bao's face became gloomy from leaving, and he didn't speak for a long time, and finally stretched out five fingers. The prince and Yang Li glanced at each other, but they didn't ask.

At this moment, a slender figure came to Bao Cong and sat down in front of him. Her beautiful hair obscured half of her face, and she looked very attractive.

Several people were a little surprised by her arrival, but no one spoke. Happy to sit on the ground to rest and regain strength.

The surviving human beings had gathered in small groups, some of them weary and asleep in the crowd, while others were watching around and doing their own thing. Even if the situation is so bad at the moment, fortunately humans are social animals, and the basic ability to work in a team does not allow them to be too passive.

The middle-aged man with glasses, Yang Hua, seemed to be very good at communication, and the people gathered around him at this moment turned out to be the largest wave, more than 20 people.

There were already six members of the underworld in Wang Daxiao's gang, and some people gathered around them, increasing their number to more than 10 people.

And Bao Conggo, who broke out in this battle, was unexpectedly quiet, although some people came to show friendship to him, but it was nothing more.

When there is a crisis, these people who can stand on the front line to fight are indeed admirable. However, not everyone wants danger to pass them by again and again. If there is a choice, most people will choose something cumbersome and relatively safe.

"Hero, you are very powerful, although you have no skills, but you will give people a great encouragement, just like a natural warrior." The woman paused for a moment and walked towards Bao Cong.

"You're not bad, you should have gone through hard training to get to where you are now." Bao Cong said in a lukewarm tone.

"My job is to kill people, and maybe one day you will need my help." The woman said.

Bao Cong walked "oh", and their conversation ended like this.

Finding an opportunity, the prince asked, "Beauty, what is your weapon?" I see that almost every time you fought just now, it was a one-hit kill. ”

Hearing this, the woman took out a rusty iron nail from her pocket and said, "It's him, just inserting the enemy's brain through a weak point is enough to kill." Of course, if it were a dagger, it would be even better. ”

The slender woman spoke softly, without any deliberate artificiality, which still made the prince's back shine, and looking at the iron nail that seemed to have been removed from some wood, the prince instantly grouped her and Bao Cong into the same person.

"Hero, be careful of some people, I don't want you to die for no reason, I like a character like you more than those who are full of hearts, good luck." The woman dropped the sentence and got up and left.

Looking at the back of her leaving, Bao Cong walked and frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Wow, Brother Bao, she said she likes you, if the two of you join forces, won't you be invincible in the world?" The prince asked excitedly.

"She's like everyone else, she just doesn't want to hold a grudge against me." Wrap the eyelid gently closed from walking.

The cold wind was wisps and there was no way to make a fire, and the survivors shivered one by one.

As time passed, all of these sleepy people fell asleep, except for a few who made rounds.

They danced with death, and after this night, who knows when the next crisis will come.

After a long time, the sky turns white, heralding the arrival of a new day. The surviving humans hurriedly packed up the corpses on the ground and prepared to take them to Camp Rog in exchange for nutritious food.