A heavy atmosphere pervaded, and Fu Xing didn't like it very much.

She blinked, leaning a little tiredly against the back wall and sat down at the highest point.

Qi Feng stood nearby, and after a while, he glanced back at Fu Xing.

"Twenty-two people died." Qi Feng paused and spoke.

Jiang Mo asked, "How can it be 22 people?" ”

"Fifteen people mutated into monsters, and seven survivors were attacked and killed by monsters."

The white-haired young man explained loudly, his voice indifferent.

The number of people has plummeted by more than half......

Fu Xing lifted his eyelids, minus 22, and there were now only 15 survivors left in the gymnasium.

From more than 100 people at the beginning, to 15 people now, it took less than a few days.

Moreover, the crisis has never really been resolved.

The remaining 15 survivors are all hidden dangers, and there is no absolute safety

No one could sleep this night.

Until dawn breaks and the sun shines on the world.

Only then did everyone see the tragic situation in the gymnasium.

Fu Xing opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping around.

The remaining survivors are almost all familiar faces.

There are 10 players left, 4 NPCs, and one prayer.

In the small team led by Mu Jiuzhou, only Jiang Shuli and Zheng Yuan were left in the end.

Meng Qi has always been a loner and has no companions, but he can intervene anywhere, and he is not lonely.

At last......

Having lost his tent, Fu Xing finally saw the legendary dangerous person, Tang Wei.

Gu Ping'an was packing up her things, and on her right hand, a man wearing a black hat had a gloomy temperament, sitting in a position, revealing a noble temperament, only half of his face was exposed in the shadows, his skin was pale and bloodless.

It does seem to be a weirdo.

Fu Xing didn't look too much, retracted his gaze, and looked at the remaining few NPCs.

The scar man and the flower-arm man are still there, and Qian Si has also survived to the present.

There is also an NPC, male, who is small and wears a peaked cap, and is a raw face.

Now there are only 15 people left in the gym.

For Fuxing, the rest are acquaintances.

Jiang Mo held a bag of biscuits in his hand and whispered, "Teacher Fu, today is the seventh day. ”

On the last day of the game, if you don't clear the level, you can't go back.

"It's okay, I'm here." Fu Xing touched his head.

Looking at the 99.9% perfection of the character, Fuxing is actually a little difficult.

The remaining 0.1%, how?

Fu Xing fell into deep thought, but for a while, he didn't think of any good way.

At this moment, the Scar Man and the Flower Arm Man walked over from the opposite side.

Fu Xing raised his eyes and found that it was an acquaintance, so he paused slightly.

"Looking for me?" Fu Xing asked.

As she spoke, she quietly pressed the white-haired young man who was about to stand up, suggesting that he not need to worry.

Scar Man nodded, the way he looked at Fu Xing now was completely different from the first time.

Before, with contempt, contempt, like looking at a persimmon that is easy to handle.

Now, Fuxing is a glittering thigh in his eyes.

"Do you still lack a little brother?" Scar Man asked cautiously.

"Huh?"

Fu Xing was stunned for a moment, looking at the scar man's gaze with some doubts.

The scar man said: "We all saw it last night, you are the big guy, and Brother Hua and I are here to join you." ”

As he spoke, Scar Man tugged at the arm of the flower-armed man and motioned for him to say something.