On the dusty floor tiles, a pair of black shoes walked slowly with graceful steps. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Excuse me, you don't mind showing me what you've got in your hands, right?" A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and Jack stared at the other with blood-red eyes, standing the hairs on the short man opposite.

"You...... Don't come here!" The short man shouted, "Come here again, you're welcome!"

He held a second throwing knife in his other hand, but his tone was very weak.

The first attack has already been dodged by the opponent, but what about the second time? Will he be able to hit the opponent?

The short man, who was supposed to be full of confidence, suddenly lost confidence at this moment.

The person in front of him is too weird, especially his eyes, the iris is actually blood red, and he is definitely not a normal person.

"I told you not to come again!" the short man shouted as he stepped back as he saw that the other man was still coming.

Jack still had a smile on his face, and said as he walked slowly forward, "Are you afraid, what are you afraid of, afraid that I will rob you of your treasure?" or ......"

"Kill you?"

The cold three words suddenly rang in the ears of the short man.

The Jack in front of him disappeared.

A hand, I don't know when it has pinched his stamina.

The short man wanted to turn around, he wanted to attack or even kill the other with the throwing knife in his hand.

But he was too slow.

At least in Jack's eyes, he was too slow.

'Click~', Jack directly pinched his neck bone.

The short man who had just raised his hand still had a look of disbelief in his eyes, and then the light in his eyes gradually dimmed until it became a hollow.

He's dead!

'Bang~' The corpse fell to the ground.

The iris in Jack's eyes returned to their normal pale blue, and his face was slightly pale.

"I'm hungry. Jack licked his lips. lips, the hunger in his belly made him feel very uncomfortable.

He reached out and took out a bag of compressed biscuits from his backpack, and chewed it in a non-imageless 'click' and 'click' mouthful, which was completely different from the elegant image he had used to kill.

Jack didn't want to do that either, but today he had already used the power of that item twice, and he had consumed a lot of stamina and needed to be replenished urgently. The way to supplement is to eat.

He was so hungry that he didn't care about anything that wasn't imaged.

A bag of compressed biscuits, two sausages.

Having eaten up the only food reserves he had, Jack still felt hungry.

But it's much better than the hunger that seemed to be able to eat a cow just now.

At this point, Jack crouched down and picked up the teleportation tablet that had been thrown on the ground next to the corpse, as well as the piece of paper.

After reading the content on the paper, Jack's eyes couldn't help but light up.

"This guy, good luck. Jack looked at the corpse on the ground and smiled as he put away the teleportation tablet and the paper.

The next moment, he searched the short man's backpack and found that it contained only half of the leftover bread and some useless ordinary game items. Looking at the half of the bread in his hand, Jack hesitated for a few seconds, and finally opened the bag and ate it.

Although it was leftover from someone else's food, Jack, who was already hungry, couldn't care about it.

After eating half a loaf of bread, Jack suddenly felt much more comfortable.

He didn't look at the corpse on the ground again, and turned and walked to the stairs that led to the fourth floor.

"I don't know if there's anything to eat here. Jack thought to himself.

......

At night, 18 o'clock sharp.

The entire Death Arena was once again plunged into darkness.

In a deserted town, the night wind whined, and the cold enveloped the land.

The only well-preserved building in the town, inside a church.

Jack sat alone in front of a campfire, holding a barbecue fork with a large piece of raw meat roasted on it.

It was the one he had found in the city, along with a box of sliced fresh apples, but it had gone into his stomach.

Looking at the large piece of beef that was gradually roasted on the fire, Jack couldn't help but lick his lips again, and his index finger moved, eager to swallow it into his stomach immediately.

As one of only three lucky people in the entire Death Play arena, Jack is glad that he was able to find the epic game item, but he is also very distressed by the side effects of this item.

There are not many survival resources here, and normal people will not have enough to eat.

And the side effect of his prop turned out to be that he needed to eat a lot to recover the physical strength he consumed.

This is also the reason why he doesn't use this prop ability often, but because of his interest, he can't help but use this prop twice before, thus consuming a lot of physical strength.

"I'm so hungry!" said Jack, who was already bubbling beef on the campfire, and his stomach gurgled as he watched.

At the same time, just as Jack is looking forward to enjoying a delicious barbecue, a group of uninvited guests come to the town.

"Speed up!"

Freud, who was in charge of the break, shouted loudly as he stepped back and looked back.

He held two pistols in his hands, and the muzzles of the guns continued to spew sparks, and one bullet after another hit the zombies who kept roaring and pounced, and his face was extremely ugly.

Just now, they encountered this group of zombies with more than 100 numbers.

Originally, I thought that just a hundred zombies were not a dangerous situation, but things went wrong.

Obviously, they are also zombies, and the zombies they encountered last night were only as fast as ordinary people walking, and their movements were stiff. But now this group of zombies is like normal people, moving fast, not to mention, there are even some zombies with special abilities.

Behind Floyd was Snyter, wielding twin knives, his two knives covered in the cold, the blades frozen in ice. Every time a knife is slashed, even if it is just a little touch, it can freeze those zombies.

Snaith didn't hide Floyd from Floyd after getting the Frost Ring, last night's experience had led the two to reach a deeper partnership, as for their former companion?

That guy has already hung up.

Although Floyd didn't have the epic game items like Snaid, he did find a lot of guns and bullets. With a gun in his hand, even Snaith didn't dare to fight him.

After all, his cold could only be cast at most ten meters away, and if Floyd wanted to kill him, he could shoot from a few hundred meters away. Even if he could resist the cold at first, he would still end up being shot alive by Freud, or simply caught in some flaw.

Snyth, who had seen Floyd's miraculous marksmanship, had no doubt about it. (To be continued.) )