He's going to die.

The thought became clearer and clearer.

Sensing the loss of mental power, the man wanted to shake off the small hands on his wrists. It's just that those extraordinarily slender hands can't be shaken off as if they were branded on his wrists.

So much so that when he thought of the other party's appearance that stunned him just now, he has now become a banshee that sucks the blood of people. Many thoughts swirled in his mind, as if time had passed, and in reality it was only a few seconds that had passed.

The terrifying thing is that in these few seconds, his spiritual core has shrunk directly from the size of a fist to the size of a nuclear head, and if it continues like this, once his spiritual power collapses to a certain extent, his body will also suffer an unprecedented blow, and the most serious fear is that he will directly brain die.

It can't go on like this.

The man who had shown a crazy side before was now calmer than ever. Those bloodshot scarlet eyes could see a trace of cold and cruel light.

Sang Jiaojiao's eyes were half-closed in distraction, and only her hands clenched the enemy's wrists like iron pincers, instinctively drawing energy from them. So much so that I didn't see the more terrifying scene in front of me.

The man's neck, which was already half-broken, was broken at the root.

The focus of Sang Jiaojiao's hands also disappeared, and her body collapsed to the ground.

Starlight floated out of the man's skull, converging in mid-air into a blurry figure that was so transparent that it was almost invisible. Although the expression is not clear, anyone can feel the monstrous hatred that emanates from it.

It's a pity that Sang Jiaojiao, the only audience member at the scene, was in a coma.

It glanced at Sang Jiaojiao deeply, and was about to turn around and leave, when something unexpected happened: a thin branch like a hair poked out of Sang Jiaojiao's chest.

I couldn't see its existence if I didn't look closely, but I saw it spin around in the air, stiffen violently, aim in the direction of the transparent figure, and stick to it violently.

"Ahh

The vague figure twisted into a twist, and even by looking at its expression, you could tell how scared and desperate it was. Unfortunately, even if it struggled, it still didn't help.

The faint hiccup sound of "hiccup" appeared in the dark and quiet alley, and it was extraordinarily clear.

Looking closely, the hair-thin branches were a little more condensed than just now, although they were still thin and could not be seen, as if a faint green light flickered in front of them in a trance. The chase dissipated on Sang Jiaojiao's chest.

Little by little, the light at the mouth of the alley was swallowed up, and the whole alley was completely shrouded in darkness. The smell of blood in the alley kept pedestrians outside far away, but attracted the sewer creatures hiding in the shadows.

Before those things that were glowing green pounced on her, Sang Jiaojiao, who was lying on the ground, woke up slowly.

She endured the headache and propped herself up, her eyes swept over the pile of stumps on the ground, and her breath instantly became extremely cold.

It's a pity that her momentum only lasted for a few seconds, and she was almost broken by a weak leg. It took a few steps to stop his embarrassment.

Sang Jiaojiao muttered in annoyance: "After so many years of repairing, why is this broken body getting more and more broken, damn it..."Turning her head again, Sang Jiaojiao couldn't wait to step on the dead and rotten limbs on the ground a few more times.

The night in the wasteland world is more dangerous than the day, Sang Jiaojiao re-wrapped her headscarf, kicked Bang Bang's hard black bread into her arms, judged and found another small crossing, and got into it crookedly.

After the last bit of human breath in the alley dissipated, a large group of creatures attracted by the smell of blood surrounded the corpses on the ground. The creaking and chewing sound echoes through the air, weaving together a terrifying score.

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"Report, urgent report, there is a major failure in the one thousand and one nutrition chamber."

"The emergency rescue mode has been activated, and the player's spirit body will be forcibly recalled after three seconds, countdown: three, two...."

"The recall failed, the recall failed....the gamer's spirit body disappeared, the gamer's spirit residue could not be found, and the gamer's brain was dead."

……

Several successive mechanical announcements rang out in a large hall.

Everyone who heard the voice put down their work in unison, and the expressions on their faces were exactly the same in disbelief.

In another elegantly decorated small room, two middle-aged men with glasses are also discussing the matter.

"Have you found out what caused the failure? This kind of low-level mistake will appear, what the hell are these people under your hands doing? ”

"No, his spiritual body is not damaged or missing, but completely collapsed."

"Could it be because his mental wounds are too bad to recover?"

"It's not clear....who is the Dead Gamer?"

"It's the youngest son of the head of the Mu family, I heard that he is the most talented of their recent generations, but because of some problems, the ability level has not been able to go up, and in recent years, the state has been even worse, and there are also problems in mental power....but such a baby bump died in it, I'm afraid their family will make trouble."

"That's not going to be easy...."

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Sang Jiaojiao huddled in an abandoned building half a meter high, which was a very small space formed by the intersection of two collapsed walls, so hidden that you would not find a person hiding here from the outside.

All night, Sang Jiaojiao didn't dare to close her eyes, although her body hurt all over her body, and her spirit was clamoring to close her eyes and rest, but the reapers had already entered, and there were still those marauders, and the dark night was their best cover.

Just last night, Sang Jiaojiao heard a lot of screams begging for mercy, and the nearest voice was only a few dozen meters away from her.

She didn't even dare to breathe, and if she was found again, her fragile body couldn't stand it.

One night of nervousness, Sang Jiaojiao's mouth was pale and chapped, she was very hungry, and she only tore a small half of the black bread in her arms and put it in her mouth.

Finally, it was about to dawn, and the movement that had been making noise all night was also silenced. Sang Jiaojiao carefully lifted the shield in front of her, poked her head out and quickly swept around, and then bent over and crawled out.

Twisting the headscarf on her body again, she skimmed over a pool of reddish-brown marks on the ground not far away, twisted around the streets and various alleys several times, and repeatedly confirmed that there was no stalker behind her, and then Sang Jiaojiao returned to her residence.

Enter an iron door hidden behind a garbage heap, and inside is a room of more than fifty square meters.

The interior is simply furnished, except for simple daily necessities, the most piled up in the room is a pile of missing arms and legs. It was all pulled out of various garbage heaps by Sang Jiaojiao. The valuable ones have already been pulled out and exchanged for things, and the rest is just to see if you can tinker with it yourself and make a useful thing.

The resources here are so barren that they are outrageously barren, and no one is willing to discard anything as long as it is not so rotten and festering that it can no longer be looked at.

If you can use it one day.